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Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
She died a sudden death
at least the the bullets impact
slammed the door.
but I cant say for sure.
I hope so.

I dreamed her in repose a few months before.
I am not a dreamer nor  do I think I have a gift.
I saw her with ruffled lace around her throat
asleep still lovely in profile a hint of a smile.

The mahogany half lid removed. just her face
and I shuddered knowing it was a dream as I dreamed it .

                                                     You know when you know that you are dreaming
                                                        ­                    and choose to let it play out. That was the case.
I left her to her own devices knowing they were fatal
in the long term but not so long after all.
I knew she would find the rainbow even told her so

                                          Her death wish was  on display the day
                                                             ­             The brown van careened around the corner
                                                                ­          The blue sedan in pursuit shooting blindly
                                                         ­                 she stood and watched the show go by
                                                              ­            with no regard. I looked up at her from where I
                                                                ­          sprawled and knew for sure then that she
                                                                ­          hoped for the rainbow.
  Diana was her name.

  Out of sync with her existence.
  Boy how did she last that long.

  She  told me  once and never repeated
one warm California night as we sat on
the level roof of an adjoined  building from her apartment
we sat and watched the pinprick stars far away in the
black velvet sky drinking cognac as the city lights cast  from afar.
she told me.

She told me and I cried inside of a father
who took her innocence and made her prove her love in a twisted oral benediction.
Then It all made sense. We never spoke of it again and her scars glowed purple and pulsing
from within.

  

   All heart and soul.
   Caramel eyes that held love always
   Never anger or even pain. That
   was buried as deep as the hole
   she has lain in for years.

This is as close as I have come to saying goodbye.
She drifted backwards.
Old and new acquaintances
Toxic .

The end was brutal.
The rainbow at the end of the pain.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
Elsie was a stubborn girl a willful thing at first
I watched her grow. My sister's daughter
My niece if you will

She had a way about her even then but time would carry change.
Today I can not place a moment .
something brought a change.

Elsie was an angry child.
She was meddlesome and vile.
She kept a vault
hidden. Deep.

Putrid and unkind roiled
about. An ugly distortion.
Why to this day.
Muted. Slithering.

An only child she loved her solitude.
sitting calmly with her hands folded
drifting to far off places with eyes
as hollow as a rotting stump
fallen long past. withered
weathered.

Elsie walked into the woods one day
seeking solitude. forlorn and forgotten.
A bird sang in the distance.
Elsie heard the song.
Now I am old and tired.

I have done all that was required.
made my mark however small
still and always through it all
I hear the mocking songbirds call


Elsie wonders there abouts
as nights grow cold
She still has not found home.
She will one day
no doubt.
dreams come
and go.
They
Tell
Me
So.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
OK.
I see you.come on.
you or me.THUMP.  Good one.Gotta remember that one.
My turn. Dont think just flow let your training carry you. THUMP.
Dam.

Dip step.Dip step
Circle Right. Jab low.Jab,Jab.
Keep your hands up. dont leave it out there for the counter.
Flurry. Push Kick. switch Bang.

Feel me. Block,Block, slide right. Bang.
Feel me. yeah. Time up now, Throw lightening.

My feet are off the ground now.
I cant  hear the crowd now.
Me and you Podna.
Come get this. Payback Trap.

Here he comes .Feint left overhand right.Right hook.

Slide baby slide.
Slide baby slide.

ELECTRIC slide. from Head to toe.
Tingle. Who turned out the lights.
Seven. Eight . Nine . Ten.
Man I'm gonna be late for school again.

Okay. Okay I am getting up now. Turn off the light.
Quick shower and grab books and off.

You Okay snake. Snake you OK. Cmon snap out
come on. Yeah There you go look at me Snake. Look at my
hand see my fingers? How many snake . How many.

Three.
Oh Yeah. Didn't see that one.
What he get me with.
The One You didn't see.
Leg kick slid up and caught you looking. Button shot.

Man. That is gonna leave a mark.
I'll get him next time for sure.
Lil Blow and a couple honeys to take the pain away.

Live to fight another day.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
Thumb and index.
Snare with caution.
To hold you firmly and into crocus  sack .
Land crab beware. Hungry Belizeans on the hunt.

The Blue land crab rises with the rain and fiddles
forward seeking feed.
Or flooded out from his cavern.
The night brings silence then
an eerie crashing and clacking
by the hundred thousands they run.

The season. when I was a boy.
The art to catch the big one.
Stalk and wait as he travels afar
staking out territory.

Cornered now in fighting stance
back against the wall. a finger
was the bet to get one by hand.

The cowards choice was the
coconut thong that fell from a dying tree.
The Kiss-Kiss two feet long.
The thong.

That was my choice and into the boiling ***
he goes. the  cauldron bubbled with a few
And maybe even crab stew.

I still have ten fingers five a hand.
The Kiss-Kiss my friend to the end.
I was chicken but the blue crab
went down the hole with ease.
No worries. The coward's way out.

Kiss -Kiss Rule.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden shovel.


We real cool We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight.We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.
By Gwendolyn Brooks.  I saw this poem in a magazine as I sat in a lawyer's
office. A very pivotal time for me and it resonated.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
when I was a little boy I was joyful and evident. I am still joyful and evident however, the evidence of my pronounced outspoken ways. Has been a stumbling block of   missed opportunities. The passing over or the raised eyebrow or dead fish stare.

Just say it . brush it up a bit and say it. Thats me talking to me now when the moment of truth arrives.  And the fit hits shan almost every time. The definition of diplomacy has been redone. It is dishonest.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
This topic is near and dear so let me ask you the reader
I just want to take the pulse or check the reflexes.
Ladies and gentlemen. Step right up step right up.
Little closer now dont let the smell of formaldehyde turn you aside.

This is something that goes on.
The government thinks it has a right.to.

1.Tax you while you live.

2. Levy a an exit tax when you croak. How is that for a sick joke.
This is just an observation, a point of fact.
Ever been to an Irish wake.
Ther's drinking and singing
Tall tales abound as the guest of honor poses ashen and.stil.

A drink is on standby. As a test of his will.

Here's a wee snort for you laddie just reach up and knock this one back


And sing us a shanty or a sad mournfull tune .


You say what?. Yeah that's a shell game where the rules change
Like I change underwear. Now that I pulled you leaches of my sack.
Hey come back we want more.
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