Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Alan Catlin- Three Poems


Twilight Zone Cocktail

Looking at this guy
standing at the end
of the bar so clueless,
it was like looking at
yourself in a Men's Room
mirror in a gas station
in the Twilight Zone
and being instantly
transported, transformed
into something that had
fallen off the tail end
of the Joad family truck
half way through the Dust
Bowl to nowhere and
discovering, not only
did the idiot foundling
child survive, but he re-
produced, continuing a
line of some subhuman
chain of being. Feeding
him drinks wasn't going
to change anything vital
but it always held out
the possibility that it might
give him ideas.



Bedtime Cocktail

Nembutal dissolved slowly into champagne

She looked as if
she'd missed a
second casting for
her role as a side
show Marilyn look
alike bimbo in Pulp
Fiction and had settled,
instead, for a walk on
part on the backlot
of Killer Klowns from
Outer Space, was so
far into the joy juice
before high noon,
rapid eye blinking
false lashes, suggesting
long nights up close
and personal, press on
nails, daggers to your
spine, looks that sd.,
"Once, long ago, and far
away, I'd been with
the great ones." but
look where it got you;
nothing but Bad News,
and here, now, with me.



Sperm Whale 2

If he had sd. that
he'd shipped with
Ahab I might have
believed him.
He had what could
only be described as
a real old world look
that he might have gotten
from stowing his
gear in Davy Jones's
Locker or from
sleeping under
the dilapidated front
porches of squats
along Quail Street
sd. he heeded
straight fire water
over ice with a
healthy dose
of pepper for the
impurities, a habit
he'd picked up
during the War.
I didn't ask him
which War, though
from the look of
him, it was a War
of the Worlds and
he had been on
the losing side.


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