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| ***BIO*** My name is Catfish McDaris. I've been active in the small press world for 20 years.After 3 years G.I. Joe, I hopped freights & hitchhiked across the U.S. & Mexico. I built adobe houses, tamed wild horses, made cattle troughs, worked in a zinc smelter, & painted flag poles. I lived in a cave & wintered in a Chevy in Denver. I ended at the post office in Milwaukee, a catfish farm is next, I hope. |
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| Death Is Quiet |
| by Catfish McDaris |
| As I approach 60 calendars I realize I am not afraid to hold court in the streets Waking after another night of debauchery, cocaine, whores tequila, cerveza, & Hendrix The sun pissing yellow through the tattered living room curtains Gaudy paint splashed all over the walls from the drunken poet claiming To be the son of Bukowski I felt like the inside of a hungry camel’s asshole I started throwing everyone out, including my latest ugly snoring conquest Crawling back into bed, I dreamed of Paris with the sunlight shining on the Eiffel Tower & all the tomorrows that never materialize. |
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| April 2012 |
| 137 |