Friday, January 26, 2018

Three Poems For Outsider Poetry By Cattail Jester

the Scramble

mix-head, it's a bag
of what in the world

what happened
to my mind,
all was as it should
have been

before I hit this
bump in the road

I should know, should know
things are clear
the course is honest
like a girl scout

then bam.


no find your
way on this map

no easy trip
backyard pass through

there were a thousand
ways home when I was

a kid

now there's only
room and it's blocked
by a dog that has a taste
for my skin.

Too Early for Change

it's too damn
early to haggle
over pennies, Mr.
Taxi Man

thank you for
dropping me off
at my proper

don't ask me to
count it all out

take it, take it,
no really,
you need it more than
I do

for where I'm going.