2 poems by Catfish McDaris

Phalanxes of Tombstones

Reclining against a warrior’s headstone,
listening to a chevron of geese overhead
watching the pewter dawn sun peer forth

There’s no happiness at the end of a rifle
or in a bottle or magic potion, sitting among
my dead brothers, I know there’s no such

Thing as revolution, it’s just another word
meaning leap frog of the rich, so they can
buy a bit of power with the blood of the poor

The honking dies and fog vanishes, money
equals greed, possessions turn into traitors,
no one can stop time or conquer the rain.

For The Real Drunk Motherfuckers

I wanna be
that worm
swimming
& drowning
in a moon piss
yellow bottle

Of mezcalito
with a Zapotec
pyramid on
the label

Until dead
eyes filled &
closed
with tears
forever.

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