Al and Cat met in Paris
they ate some horse and
crepes and strawberries
near Jim Morrison’s grave
In the Metro many men were
pissing on Willie Nelson post-
ers but not on Francis Cabrel
Cat knew a chick with a friend
They were dancers and they
loved sliding upon the pole
after hashish and vino, there
were two smiling happy poles.
This horse is smiling, too! – mh clay
She told me she was Helena
Blavatsky reincarnated, there
was some resemblance, I told
her her breasts reminded me of
Texas, one sort of drooped toward
Dallas, the other curled like a
Texas longhorn in a Waco twister,
her farts were ungodly, I’m talking
Martian strange, I took her on a
short road trip and told her if she
cut the cheese anymore, I’d stake
her ass to an anthill and lather her
with honey, she just smiled, we got
to the beach, I got out our lounge
chairs and tequila sunrises from the
cooler, I fell asleep when I woke up
a tiger shark was wearing Helena’s
sunhat and bloody bikini top and
was sipping an icy Old Milwaukee.
A cautionary tale of animal attraction. (Catfish has recently released a new anthology of poems inspired by the life of Vincent van Gogh, Resurrection of a Sunflower. Get your copy here.) – mh clay
Sorcery and witchery still flourishes
people need protection, salt strewn
around an encampment helps ward
Off demon attacks, corn meal mixed
with gall of an eagle, bear, mountain
lion, or skunk is potent medicine
Witches live along the Rio Grande,
they steal Mexican sheep and cause
death, beware of shape shifters
Brown and gray corn known as maiz
de brujeria should be avoided, healing
elixirs are mercury, Gonzalez herb,
guayuli, and powdered turquoise.
So many cures for what ails; nothing for what doesn’t. (This one comes from Catfish’s new book, check it out here.) – mh clay
The snow melted upon her skin
hot drifting desert sand blown
smooth hungry and beautiful
The two wars inside each person
go on forever, love and hate
the sky always a gun barrel blue gray
After she left all was loneliness and
one can on a table the label read
DEATH, eat it before it eats you.
I gots me a eternal appetite. Where’s my can opener? (We welcome Catfish to our creative conspiracy of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his page – check it out.) – mh clay
Mary ripped off the bandage, his brain
tumor was visible, the treatments had
made him worse, she made a blunt
From a grape cigar and some red bud
Columbian, Quick’s mouth watered in
anticipation, he told her to put on Tom
Petty singing about dancing the last time
with Mary Jane, he toked hard on the herb
he dreamed of the Louvre and Whistler’s
Mother getting out of her rocking chair
and walking like an Egyptian, the Thinker
bumping fists with him and La Gioconda
shedding blue purple crocodile tears.
A little smoke in the mirror of Alice’s reality. The Mona Lisa never looked better. – mh clay
A flea on a red hot chile pepper,
ginger on the cream,
ringo on the beatle,
sting on a cop,
a prince, the king,
the slash, the edge,
madonna, a lady,
jimi, the boss,
the kiss, the godfather,
queen, rage against a machine
Hunting hummingbirds with an Uzi,
trying to sleep in a buffalo stampede,
dozing on the tracks before a Santa Fe chief,
it’s too late to leave a good looking corpse.
In the midst of the noise, a still soft voice. Will we hear it before we go? – mh clay
