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Swapping recipes by Captain B
SWAPPING RECIPES
When i go out to drink coffee and smoke
Just after sun up on a weekday
While she takes first turn in the bathroom
Doña Beti is usually around
Raking leaves, watering plants, organizing the tool shed
Waiting for Magda, her daughter, to show up with the bigger plan
Or Memo or Angel and put them to work painting something
Installing or removing something- hauling or lifting something
Whatever needs to be done
She likes to talk about beasts and which are good to eat
She’s talked about iguanas more than once
I’ve seen plenty around here
The little ones are green
The big ones are black
At least the small ones i’ve seen have been green
And the big suckers black
I’m sure i haven’t seen them all
We just now chatted about the chachalacas
The southern cousin of the northern pheasants
I’m more familiar with
Saben ricos en un caldo picoso
I don’t usually eat breakfast
But had remembered seeing something about
Caldo de Mole season having begun
So i craved both dishes or any
Steaming and spicy bowl of a meat stew of some sort
Temptation threatening my usual fast
Then i mentioned that i’d seen a possum wandering around the site
The other night
Only i wasn’t sure of the word though i’d looked it up
Zarigüeya
But one can’t always trust the dictionary or academic Spanish
As the local names can be quite different from place to place
Especially if retained from the indigenous languages
Of any given region
Zarigüeya
Fell on flat ears
I explained
It lives in trees, like a rat but not, medio ciego
Oh you mean an ardilla
No, not a squirrel
Like a rat, half blind, lives in trees
Ahh! It’s black and has a long tail!
The one in question had been
Eso, i answered affirmatively
Ah yes, it has a long tail and a white stripe down its back
Um, no, wait- but i’d already affirmed so i let it go
Un zorrillo se llama
No it wasn’t a skunk, but like i said, i’d let it go
Glad i had or i wouldn’t have heard how when she was little
She had a terrible rash on both legs so her dad brought her to a ranch
Where they prepared her a hot and spicy caldo prepared with skunk meat
Careful to first remove and not puncture the anal glands located in the rectum
I pointed out (and ruined my own appetite in doing so)
To remain in the conversation and add to it?
Although my words weren’t quite so sophisticated as those
Yes, she agreed.
It was tasty and cleared the rash up within a day
I took note
Then then mentioned my grandfather’s
Snapping turtle stew
She wanted to know more
I told her
Omer, would spy a snapping turtle from time to time
When out fishing
And from time to time he’d catch one
He’d then bring it to his brother’s bar
Where they’d make a stew and put it on special
I still owe her information
And details
Concerning spice
Time
temperature…
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WHO IS CAPTAIN B?
Captain B. Seafarer. Lover of shore leave. Collector of heads. Disseminator of tales. Twitter: @NPeligeiro
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There we were by Captain B
THERE WE WERE
There we were
The two younger would-bes
Maybes
And the verified, established Uncle H
Old bard
All somehow (Providence?) neighbors
In low-rent condominiums
(Palm trees a must)
Along with the wives/non-wives
WE’RE NOT MARRIED!!!
The women would proclaim
At any time it suited
All collected outside the 7-11
Uncle H second guessed beer
Sitting behind the wheel of his
Finally, after years of toil
Used BMW smoking a hand-rolled
I’m getting wine, he grumbled and sped off
Inside, my brother-in-arms and i
Went about loading the cart with beer
As i turned to examine which bottle of hard stuff
We’d sneak somehow past the non-wives
He wandered off but soon returned
With pants and shirts and electrical cords
I looked around suspiciously
The hell’d you get that? I questioned
Why the hell’d you get that? i wondered
Then remembering our mission
Focus – chips, peanuts, beef jerky
Visine
More smokes for me
Let’s go
Don’t know how the party went
Or what we’d figured out
But when consciousness returned
My wife and i were on the lam
I pretended i knew exactly where we’d been
And what we’d been doing
Soon her talk filled in the gaps
Don’t worry if we get arrested, she assured
We have all the evidence we need
We’d broken into the paper factory and had in our possession
The charred remains, some teeth that hadn’t melted completely
And a metal belt buckle
The paper plant owner was in cahoots with some local toughs
And had a good business on the side disposing of fallen-out-of-grace associates
Now i didn’t worry so much about the police and a bit of jail time before
Our evidence would be processed but about the faction seeing video surveillance reels
And hacking, chopping, and dicing us nicely before feeding and stoking the malicious
Dark amaranthine fire…it had been the smell of burning hair and the stink of charred flesh
As she and i sat sharing a bottle of wine on the river bank just opposite the factory
The other night that started this whole thing
Then when we brought news back to the party i.e. our neighbors
They got in on it
Later over drinks
We’d laugh and shake our heads about how i was
Hog-tied (yes, cuffed and somehow linked to my zip-tied ankles)
By the police and thrown head first into the cruiser
The laughter subsided a bit when i recounted barely getting the better
Of the thug given keys to my cell and sent to shank me
My wife had run one way and i the other
Hoping the cops would pursue me
And not her
It took her a while even with the evidence to spring me
Our neighbors and good friends did well to gain favor with other factions
Which wanted to see the elimination of the thugs we went after
It took a little time
No more shanking attempts luckily
Our illustrious bard and mentor uncle brought further attention (and protection?)
To the case when it became national news
And now some publishers are interested in some volumes that my associate
And i had each previously penned
Our friends and neighbors
Have opened an agency
The cases are coming in
They assure
Nobody laughed at my naming suggestions
We were all feeling pretty good by then
Something about Samson and Delilah
Bonnie and Clyde
Buttercup and Westley
Uncle H’s cutting of the cheese and bullshit
Righted the ship
And the laughter resumed
Uncle H is taking us all out to the track today
Food and drink on his dime
Says he hasn’t had this much fun in years
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WHO IS CAPTAIN B?
Captain B. Seafarer. Lover of shore leave. Collector of heads. Disseminator of tales. Twitter: @NPeligeiro
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Megadeth tough by Captain B
Megadeth tough
Megadeth touch
On a Saturday morning
All for the sake
Of coming back to life
Even though
Killing is My Business
And Business is Good
They woke me up way too early
And to fumigate
I thought it was me
The biggest pest
When the super knocked on the door
I had to review the reel
Thought i’d behaved, just ate popcorn, didn’t even finish all the beer
What did i listen to? Danzig and Motörhead?
How was the volume?
My two-second review was accurate
I wasn’t in violation this time around
Been on a good streak
We both agreed
Let’s keep it that way
La doctora and i had a blowout
Or then, she had the emotional blowout
After seeing the first demonstration of behavior i’d warned her of
A week lost? Or a week gained?
Depends on how you look at it
Not sure we’ll be seeing her
‘Round these parts again
She won’t be going to Tamazulapan, the cabin, the river or the pools
With me and three others
All great friends
In not too long from now
Mentioned to G a graphic novel collaboration
Though we’d have to bring his sister in as artist
If we wanted to keep it in the family
Although my rock n roll protégé, Weslei, down in Curitiba
Is another viable candidate
The novel?
Beowulf versus Danzig
The first volume they fight to a draw
Which of course
Leads to the inevitable dynamic duo forming
All sorts of cameos from all ages
But when Danzig falls in love with Grendel’s mother
The future of the duo is put in jeopardy
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WHO IS CAPTAIN B?
Captain B. Seafarer. Lover of shore leave. Collector of heads. Disseminator of tales. Twitter: @NPeligeiro
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Captain B: 2 New Poems
When they learned i could conjure it
When they learned i could conjure it
They prowled around with interest
More than one night i sensed their presence
They remained in the shadows
Until i spoke
It has been some years now
I’ve received instruction
With what to do with it
My wife is no longer bothered
When i vibrate during sleep
She vibrates too
They removed
Or more so
Transformed
That which tormented her
That which ailed me
Soon she and i will leave
We’ve been cleared
To wander
And plant seeds
It will be work
But entertaining too
We’re eager to see new places
We will power up and receive
New benefit in our work
A trail of laughs
To replace tears
***
Sukh Nidhan
Sukh Nidhan
The giver of peace
Which i nearly discarded
And threw away
Thinking too much
And forgetting
What had been handed to me
The reprimand came down
From on high
The Order
Didn’t much appreciate
My having fled
The sanctum
With stern, reprimanding hands
Met by faces of the same
Grip firm on my shoulders
Eyes locked into mine
I was told discipline
Preceded nobility
To burn in the Scythian Fire
Required dedication
A steel will
Conformity to Law
Adherence to precepts
And full-time dedication
Only then
Could one be free
The one with the longest whiskers
Whispered or hummed
She needs to come along
On that dark night
To see
I shivered
Times are changing
It will soon accelerate
Other things aside from the obvious:
War, famine, flood, pestilence, pillage
Among the smoldering, out of the smoke
A new breed will emerge
I’ve fought my fate
I’ve run from it
Tried to escape it
Now i must embrace it
Now i must understand it
Hearing this
And my thoughts booming loud
The Captains of the Kapno
Smiled
Nothing like an ear to ear grin
But those taut lips
Those grave faces
Relaxed enough
To turn up the corners of the lips a bit
And let light through
To shine behind
Green eyes
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WHO IS CAPTAIN B?
Captain B. Seafarer. Lover of shore leave. Collector of heads. Disseminator of tales. Twitter: @NPeligeiro
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2 Poems by Captain B
Pinches Chinches
Pinches chinches
Or zancudos
Or whatever the hell
Drilled hard
And burrowed
Deep in my skin
The first few days
I’d thought little volcanoes
Would burst
New colonies
Of microscopic critters
To infest my life
And of those around me
I knew there had to be a remedy
(to this comedy)
Known of and implemented
Long before
Johnson & Johnson
Or Pfizer got in on it
Lime and salt
Been coated in it
The last few days
Those colonies in retreat
Tonight she’ll lick my arm
Or my neck
After each shot of tequila
***
High, healed
Why do women who wear high heels indoors
Always take the apartment above you?
Why does every interesting country road
Have a vicious dog to get past?
Why does every beer have a bottom?
Or student a snotty nose?
Why can’t i buy a ranch
Have my own vicious dogs
Well, only if a threat imposed upon me
Loyal
A horse, chickens, a goat or two
A fireplace of some sort
Lodging for my parents in retirement
And a place for Sunday barbecues
With family and friends?
Why did three-hundred female tortoises
Wash up dead and drowned on a shore
Where they’d meant to lay eggs?
No eggs were laid
Each tortoise could have laid between 70 and 100 eggs
Give or take, come on
That is a tragic day for the local turtle population
A caguama isn’t only a bottle of beer
It is another name for a tortoise
Yeah
Which came first
Not a question
We only care about next
And future populations
Of both of those species
All species…
I’ve found a diving school
Have to call for rates and times
A Robin Hood of the sea i shall be
I’ll cut turtles and dolphins from illegal nets
Take the tilapia and huachinango for me
***
WHO IS CAPTAIN B?
Captain B. Seafarer. Lover of shore leave. Collector of heads. Disseminator of tales. Twitter: @NPeligeiro
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Two bottles of malbec by Captain B
TWO BOTTLES OF MALBEC
Two bottles of malbec
Versus 48 beers last night
Did much to remedy the Richter Scale
And the destruction of galaxies
Innocent and unaware
Of the catastrophe
That i in the past
Have been architect
Nothing deeper or more profound
Than bathroom happenings
We are referring to
Surf report for the new year?
I hope better than one week last July
Which, was of course, superb and inspiring
The few days that it was this year
Dial up V to ask his opinion
…picks up on first ring
Me: Dai Monstro!
V: Dale Pellegrino!
Me: e ai? Ta rolando um surf animal?
V: venha seu porra!
Me: ja to indo
V: demorou! Tem altas. Venha pra casa, Peligrosito. Come home muddafucka!
When we hung up
I talked to other floating things
I got lost
When i lost it
Phantom thread
So atrocious i found it. Well, sloppy. Falling off the couch. First date. Never been here before?
Gonna choke on your own vomit?
All was collected. All was blessed, pardoned, forgiven by only it
Sick of this discussion every minute
It’s late
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WHO IS CAPTAIN B?
Captain B. Seafarer. Lover of shore leave. Collector of heads. Disseminator of tales. Twitter: @NPeligeiro
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They would be called dreams by Captain B
They would be called dreams
They would be called dreams
The first, two years ago?
Walking along a lakeshore dragging a corpse
Dead in my arms
No recollection of the murder i’d committed
Guilt, desire to flee
Necessity of washing the blood from my hands
Life continued
The guilt only grew
And reached extremity, extension exhausted
When the authorities knocked at my door
I fled and woke up
Two nights ago
I was back at the lake
Under the spell of a twenty-foot tall
Demon equalizer
A hell-spawn debt collector
Directed my legs to the spot
Another captive tried to flee
Straight up like a rocket
Straight to the sun
As we all desire, knowingly or not
He met it worse than Icarus
The flames left no evidence
Save for rapidly dissipating ash
I was made to dig up the bones
I feared the demon thing would devour me
The terror i felt when the jaws of death opened
But the razor sharp teeth only bent into a smile
As the giant leapt directly into the ether
And i was left to wonder if the debt was paid
Though not one moment doubting
That i had done wrong
Somewhere, sometime
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WHO IS CAPTAIN B?
Captain B. Seafarer. Lover of shore leave. Collector of heads. Disseminator of tales. Twitter: @NPeligeiro