Long Cottonmouth Poems
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The bayou sky flies a catfish moon over swamp gators
And cottonmouth vipers. Accordions, fiddles, and rub board vests
Make their ramble through the undergrowth hot on the trail
Of a sultry midsummer house party in Sweat Neck, Louisiana.
All the usual suspects are there. Sharkskin Slim doffs his topper
To Ruby and Rose - the Harlequin Twins. They curtsy in reply.
They came to town to show local folks how business gets done.
Fast Man is fresh from stabbing Satan in the back; same as before.
Snorkel-nose Nelson lays his blackjack on the table.
Pelican-neck LeBeau considers the odds and spits.
A honeysuckle breeze wafts across the terrace.
Eucalyptus, peppermint, and pine tar grace the veranda
Where Miss Bunny Bouche, in her famous lavender velour,
Garners attention from spy boys eying Cajun temptations
With considerably hardened intentions. Several teamsters
Just in from Shreveport dance lively while a claw hammer fiddler
Plays Tee Nah Nah. Essential words are suggested in the space
Between the jug and the mason jar. They speak of collard green
Creole rice served with crayfish in roux étouffée. The snap beans
Are sure enough salted. The shrimp gumbo is suitably spiced.
Sad Hannah sits off in the corner, her motives transparent
As parish politics. She’s been rumored to have dabbled
In arson crafts she’d learned at Magdalena’s Den of Sin,
But no one ever really pays her much mind.
She’s been deliberating the consequence of a life not lived,
And sees a glimmer of hope in the eye of a hurricane lamp.
Her chance of escaping obscurity erupts through the hall.
So now, it’s last call and damn it all, take a left at the crossroads,
And be sure to turn your mattress over when it’s time to climb downstairs.
And as for Hannah, sad Hannah, well, it’s either up Ladder Lane
Then down Hemp Alley, or else it’s just a lonely walk home.
My cousin owned a beagle,
A horny ol' dog;
He hunched everything in sight,
Even a hollow log
I looked out on the lawn,
What do you think I'd see?
That peanut-head canine,
Hunchin' on a tree
Hunchin' on a bicycle,
Hunchin' on a car;
Hunchin' on a porcupine,
Oh, what an awful scar!!
I woke up one morning,
Squeaks echoed through my head;
And wouldn't you believe,
He was hunchin' on my bed?!
He never rolled over,
Shake, fetch or beg;
But he could work up a sweat,
On the shin of your leg
One day I had enough,
I called my cousin on the phone;
I shouted loud and clear...
"He's hunchin' on a bone!!"
That's when I realized,
Milk and oil will never mix;
Once again I shouted out...
"Why don't you have him fixed?!!"
My cousin then replied...
"You know that ain't no good!"
"It wouldn't be right,
To take his manhood!"
One day we went fishing,
The sun was facing south;
That silly ol' hound,
Started hunchin' a cottonmouth!
He took a fatal bite,
The snake struck him again;
Before we blinked an eye,
He bolted in the wind!
Deep within the forest,
Searching frantically;
We found our horny friend,
As dead as he could be
The moral to this story,
Be kind to your pet;
If you're not a breeder,
Please call your local vet!
Cottonmouth, dirty south
Mustard biscuits, shut my mouth
Down the Gulf of Mexico
Running down Casino Row
Through the miles of slot machines
Making music, chasing dreams
How far I'm going, I don't know
Ain't time to go I'm on a roll
Mississippi, Mississippi bound
Just a little place I call my home
I'm cornhood, wildwood, backwoods
Mississippi bound, y'all come on down
I can sing and play guitar
I sell myself from bar to bar
New songs, ancient rythyms
Pretty girls, go and get ?em
Young bucks, rap cats
Rednecks and white trash
Blackwater, summer breeze
Kiss the ground, I'm on my knees
Mississippi, Mississippi bound
Just a little place I call my home
I'm cornhood, wildwood, backwoods
Mississippi bound, y'all come on down
Yazoo Bayou
I tell you a thing or two
Tripping on a starfish
Someone boiling crawfish
Shrimp boats, break of day
Shining on Biloxi Bay
There is no concept of time
A Mississippi state of mind
Mississippi, Mississippi bound
Just a little place I call my home
I'm cornhood, wildwood, backwoods
Mississippi bound, y'all come on down
Mississippi bound, y'all come on down
Mississippi bound, y'all come on down
I'll see you around
©2005.
in the Everglades there are dangers galore
alligators, crocs, rattlesnakes, and many more….
a cottonmouth aka water moccasin would scare me back to my car
could be bitten by a brown recluse, looking for its violin scar
baby florida panther might entice me with his blue eyes
here comes mama cougar all grown, what an unfortunate surprise!
Burmese python is coming quickly to constrict out my lunch
It is too late to run, I know this is more than a hunch
a red snake, how delightful, uh-oh, I see his fluorescent yellow
I know now he is an eastern coral, a most venomous fellow
where are the black bears? Would they save me? Do you know?
I have heard they only eat plants and garbage litterbugs throw
Is that an alligator or a crocodile? Dare I get near its weird hump?
oh, yes, it’s the big one, so it’s a croc, and they can both jump!
I hear a rattling, and know I am about to be some animal’s lunch
Florida swamps are dangerous. This is more than a hunch.
26-7-2024
Underneath the skin, coiled blood hissed.
And behind his sinister grin,
A hundred teeth hid a recoiled tongues twist.
His speech blunders, but within his eyes seethe,
Words wherein they need not leave his mouth kissed.
He spoke no lies, and often wonders those bequeathed by his gab gift.
But the truth lies asunder between his own words and honest habits.
What I mean is that he often preaches despite his own practices,
A conscious unclean, an empty coffin for each his inciting blacknesses.
24-7-2024
I forgot to live at seventeen
Years of loving the living dream
Hid more of my skin
Been hiding underneath my sleeve
‘Sincerely evermore,
The Ego; The Esteem.’
23-6-2024
It’s hard not to just focus on the faces
Sharp eyes straight onwards
The pupils follow what sight traces
I can’t help being this awkward
Sometimes I feel so hollow from slight gazes
Do you ever just want to hide?
Confined to the bright places
I’ve just gotta swallow my pride
Wherever the light chases is where I get borrowed by the tide.
20-9-2023
Angry men who’re hurt by the system,
Always complain they aren’t heard by the system.
Acting out,
Maybe acting a victim,
Maybe I just act a little different,
Or maybe I’m stuck in the same boat with them.
Regardless,
I wonder what they’re all mad about,
Wonder if it’d be different if their mother’s had kissed them?
I wander about,
Lost in the desert searching for a kingdom.
I’m praying but still disallowed,
I lived a life of sin from birth,
Damned to roam,
The river bed earth forgot since its drought.
They’re in my skin,
And they’re finding a way out,
Meeting the harsh winds that are fining me down.
The hostile sky,
Burn in my cottonmouth,
I’ve no directions,
Follow the sun from north to south,
Return of the Moon,
I’ve just got turned around.
Could I be dying,
My life accursed.
Without lying,
Dying first could have me sleeping sound,
Because if the reaper’s calling,
I’m surely finding my way out.
I write with repetition throughout,
I’m not very creative,
I’m reliant,
I’m eaten up by doubt.
Five lines about me,
I’m still nothing when I scream and shout.