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.

Blueprint

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

destination

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.