My Penis Has No Brain

Gazing into her hazel eyes where

the golden honey flecks swam, I

thought something has to give

With strong suspicions of having

a male clitoris between my ears

that controlled my lusty erections

I'd always walked on the dark path,

following the wind, listening to the

trees, watching the white crosses on

the hill and funerals in the spring

Laying my cards on the table for all

the pretty ladies, popping cherry gum,

turquoise roaches, killing with kindness

Iridescent flies on a bloated corpse, fat

monkeys, beavers in a woodpile, saber

tooth tigers, Eskimo snow ninjas

Just leave the porch lights on, front and

back, if you're lucky I'll stumble into 

neighborhood like Romeo on Viagra.

-by Catfish McDaris

Catfish McDaris has been active in the small press wold for 25 years. He lives in a cave at a nudist colony. His biggest seller is Prying: with Jack Micheline & Charles Bukowski. He has only 7 toes. 

Photo Courtesy: Janne Karlsson

Janne  Karlsson (1973) is a highly productive artist from Sweden. Over the years his dark and surreal work has tainted hundreds of publications. Janne's newest book The Human Unkind is available through Epic Rites Press. Janne's website is here: www.svenskapache.se