She's got pink eye shadow
spray painted across her face.
Watermelon lip gloss and a
pocket full of bullets with a
backpack full of
Valentine's Day cards she has
never found the time to mail.
She drinks Jager from
spent shotgun shells
on her arms are a couple of
jailhouse tattoos that she wears
with pride along with some
Chuck Taylor All-Stars
with skulls drawn on the
white rubber toes.
She drives an old station wagon
with suicide doors, and gives
chewing tobacco to kids
there's a dead chicken in her window
there's salt in front of her bedroom door.
She wears a pink brassiere that was
signed by John Wayne himself
and smokes the big ass
cigars.
She calls every Blues man
she meets "Daddy"
greets every punk rocker
who's a little hardcore
with a kiss, a rose, and a
bottle of wine.
She cusses like a sailor
uses barb-wire to floss
paints pictures of volcanoes
going off.
She hangs out with lounge lizards
pirates and ninjas on
Tuesday nights and spends
her free time trying to overthrow
the government.
She can bench press a Cadillac
and does internet porn, and she
can butcher a cow faster than
you can say
"Damn, that was fast!"
She's got six or seven scars
from a switchblade knife
and a crooked nose from
one too many bar fights
she has a pet rattlesnake
named Rocky
that she made into boots
and an "I love P.E.T.A."
t-shirt under her
black mink coat.
She puts Tabasco sauce
on her ice cream cuz
she likes to feel the burn
mixed with the chill.
She slam dances with
midgets
and torments lesbians
by blowing them kisses.
And I think she is the
tuffest woman
I have ever known.
The truth be told this
dead fish mojo woman
is the only girl I have
ever loved e'nuff to
simply hand her the
keys to my soul.
- Cactus
from his chapbook Dead Fish Mojo Woman
