Cathouse Poems - Poems about Cathouse

...Sonny hid behind the melons In a busy Asian marketplace, Near the plantains and the mangos Where the shadows could obscure his face. He inhaled the air around him And enjoyed the fragrant s......Read the rest...

...we only wanted to be kids not heroes. we wanted to catch ships of clouds at the sky not black seadevils in the drain. we wanted lemons for lemonade not salt for our wounds. but there it came ......Read the rest...

...The streets are shadowy and solemn, shook only by the drunken alley cries of men in dance and celebration of a Saturday night spent well at Madame’s. I sink into the fire escape, as I always ......Read the rest...

...There was a fiddler, back in eighty-three, a young fellow who called himself Monty, wasn’t much of a worker, that is no lie, but oh, how fast his fingers could fly… He came from the east, most ......Read the rest...

...The Smarts And Dogged Callisthenics... Cannot Wall The Will Of Catapulting Mice A titled unwritten poem requiring little effort to dip and dive I accidentally, inadvertently, and unexpectedly ......Read the rest...

...Grant Murchison was a ranch-raised young man, Arizona territory was his land, Six-foot tall, and blonde around the head, Raised by good parents, even well read, The whole dang town spoke highly o......Read the rest...

...He’d been on the trail many a month, When he reached the town of Gulrith, A mining village high in the peaks, His named was Wainwright Smith. He searched the west, looking for A sister by the ......Read the rest...

...I saw an old man with a hard hat on Walkin' down the road as the sky turned dawn. I said, "Howdy Bub, where you headed to?" He said, "Don't much matter - just west will do. I been roughneckin' se......Read the rest...

..."Suddenly you remember an old Chinese tale in which cats once ran the world until they decided it was too much bother. That's when you stepped in, another story. Say you get up now and ......Read the rest...

...On Bourbon Street in the vertical rain, In the dominance of shadowed domain, Where the swamp gas reeks of a distant death, Faint and remote like a dying breath, Steam rises up from the cobbled gr......Read the rest...

...In a dreary cold township with life all but gone, The raped rain-slick streets drag on and drag on, Wet newspaper pages flap into the road, All the power lines heave from a huge overload. The Dev......Read the rest...