Maryio Scaryio

Hi hi cherryio;

You played that game like Mario

Trying to forget, telling myself just listen to the stereo.

Wishing to my fairyo’s;

Putting off that cardio, instead been eating Oreos.

Thinking of you making our sexy video.

Wanna break yo nut like pistachio.

You always pushed my button like bingo;

What I had to undergo,

to be where I am, Yo

I’m a sacred buffalo.

Pseudo, mellow, yellow, glow.

I undergo that catchy flow.

I was a zero and you my hero, concerto; have me by my elbow.

Why’d you have to go all Pinocchio?

We had a perfect melody, crescendo.

You like me in stiletto, wish I would have sang soprano.

I was like a domino, wanted more of you like some want that co co.

I’m a pretty calico, a weirdo.

We both wanted to experiment; human gumbo;

But you fucked a hoe; you were my only pharaoh.

I knew all your info; you were my avocado.

You had that turbo; turned me on fighting with placebo, no ammo.

You need a poncho as you broke my ego, water flow.

I was in limbo; a silly dumbo… I just couldn’t let go.

You knew I wanted disco, so emo, you had me by my toe; my Romeo— we went nutso.

I was your gizmo; I cannot outgrow, wanna jump in the lake with you, Ontario.

Eat a taco and dance the flamingo, see you in your speedo— then switch it to your tuxedo—drinking Pinot, eating rissoto

Sing your mezzo as we sip espresso

I was your little Scorpio as smart as Plato with a sideshow of Tokyo; eye of Picasso and heart of Cleo; with face of Leonardo; voice like Jojo; my Navajo I never showed.

Let’s meet in San Diego; bring our bro Juneau, then rent a Volvo and drive cross country to Orlando; find my home in New Mexico.

Silence those who screaming; smell that fresh oregano; hell let’s buy a kilo. Then dance again, the go-go; eat a churro with calypso, make some creamy chicken Alfredo.

You were my superhero; my albino I was your hydro; spare me from tobacco with your macho halo.

The ratio is so unfair because that bullshit rodeo making me feel like a zero.

Invite me to your studio; I promise we’ll make it on the radio.

El perfecto scenario.

Forget this sorrow; borrow me for your show. Make a bet, take a chance, casino.

I promise all you’ll hear is bravo; and an end to all your sorrow.

Restack the pieces, domino faux.

Escape your chains; meet me in infinity, incognito.

Forget the plateau of woe from long ago.

I am the maestro; the real potato, until they spun me into vertigo. Now a different combo, hue of indigo mosquito that has me praying everyday I’ll make it to tomorrow.

The corn row has me wondering about the part of me that’s Eskimo and the part I know Latino; Castro in Moscow or Marilyn Monroe.

I guess I am a freak show, just a peepshow; so I’ll meet you in Chicago; then travel forth to San Franscico.

Get ready for that air show, because we all know; it’s like a fashion show; let’s call back up J-Lo because I don’t really know.

All I think about though, is how I miss you so. But, we all gotta make that dough… just like Mario.

Poem by Katheryn Aileen McCaulla

Art work “Maryio Scaryio” is signed by cno pcu and currently located in Brooklyn