2 Poems by
Travis Catsull
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The Soft Rejoice
Let's call in drunk all day
and sing the song of tongues
because every kiss I give you
goes a different direction.
It's nice outside and you know
I'd never hit you, but what if
you were trapped inside a pinata?
Spinning in the yard till the moon spits
lungs and we gasp at each other.
The nite-lite, spreading
like a blanket of topaz over the window
and paradise
is still paradise
rising over your patch of nipples
while the ground just waits and creaks.
And when we're finished,
poison the horses
and bury me under the tree house.
Poking at my shadow with a candle
will do no good and your footprints
won't warm the knoll that covers my bones.
Instead, use my spine to descend safely
into bed and use my hands to eat
the candy we've broken.
And if you must remember, plant pumpkins
where I lay and carve them to my likeness
and together we'll sing
in soft rejoice.
Motion the Sleeping Fish
driftwood softly
moshed against the cold
patrol boat
and the sun set bled
behind the shed
i sleep in
i can hear the red head
in the main house
stomping around
my head is swollen
like a barrel
of rotten boards
and some photos i found
in the dumpster
i hid
my filet knife in a box
of rubber gloves
and have waited for you to call
for 3 years now
and i'll sneak back to texas
if you want
the cat is out
catching mice
as i ride the bunk bed
down the creek
but i'd have another lemonade
if i knew for sure
the parade was coming
down our street
i've lost my beard net
and plan to chicken out
of this town
maybe that's why she's yelling
all the time
i just shrug my shoulders,
eat some sleeping pills
and imagine her spitting at me
from a zepplin piloted by the local sheriff
i dread the sound of her car
and the giant casket she'll need
to bury all the fish i've killed
for her
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