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Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
Come back on blue smoke.
Bring the eagles feather.
A cactus potion. But come back

with shrill announcement and  rusted dagger
your pound of flesh awaits.
The gargoyle sits and holds your place

Come back on smokey wings.
I know you hear me in your dark and dusty hide.
Where you huddle in your iron grave.come
Vindicate your rage

Give me back my mo jo then
You turn the page.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
Hattie
Came slowly.
She was sullen and strong as
She crossed the carribbean shrouded in gray.
The warning was short as we battened down tight.
A blustery,piercing howling beast.
Mighty trees knelt down.
Souls washed away.
Hattie shook
Rattled
Rolled.
That
Day.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
She came unannounced
How long will you stay this time
Will you at least say goodbye.
Why.
I thought we had a deal
If you come back with pain or passion
With a vengeance
Soothing hands. P.M.S.
Red silk or black cotton dress

Here I wrote a song for you.
The blues.Gut bucket Delta.

Come back honey
Sit down and smooth your dress
look me in the eye and lie about where you been.

Lie to me cause it don't hurt anymore
This could never be.
Go ahead lie to me.

I will sing the song just as long as you
want to hear it.
Just lie to me.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
Beautiful brute dancing,playing chess with bare knuckled
explosions.Long past fear.
Tradesman in concussion.
Written on the wind.

His art on the canvas layed out in
Rusting crimson,spread deep and wide
as he slips and slides his masterpiece
of blood and teeth.

Swift dispatch, smiling
Stalker.
Jack Johnson.Jack Johnson.
Jack Johnson.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
Empty.expended.
Hungry.dry.
Cleared.

Vented.vacant
Purged.thinne­d.
Diluted.

Wrinsed.spent.
Over and
Out.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
This is what I am
I am the best.
The hide.
I
wait with
Mosin-Nagant.

You will rue the day
as  I lay in wait
with
Mosin-Nagant

The wind bites my face
My fingers grow numb
The ground is hard
My will is harder
I put my trust in
Mosin-Nagant

There an flash of color
The clank of steel
I smell the diesel
in the distance a speck
appears then two.
Easy shot whispers Mosin-Nagant.

The column trudges into view.
What order whispers Mosin-Nagant.
Far right  then the slowest.

We huddle closely as the reticle sets
on the dead man walking  on the right flank.
No easy task . I am Mosin-Nagant.
Lyudmila pavlichenko. Female russian ****** during WW2.
309 kills with the Mosin-Nagant rifle. She was fighting against extreme agression.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
When I was younger
I got high for perspective.
. Mostly
Though I discoed with John Barleycorn.
Doing the hustle and the bump.
  Then
Now. What a chump
Powdered my nose a bit
Too.
Superman in flare-wide bell bottoms.
Platform shoes.
My left foot.
Still hurts.

Love to meet my guardiaan angel and
Buy him a drink.
He put in overtime
Thanks.
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