Geno Cattouse

Geno Cattouse Feb 2013

The Dark

Tonight I. Stood next to a moaning spirit.
She told of days gone by and grief.
The low and mournful sighs delivered me to her doorstep
The portal where no light shone within.

The graveyard beckoned as I walked the quiet path.
Once inside the spirits rose from every corner. One wafting spectre
Drifted near she floated then stood on a headstone all alone. Stepping

down she rested a chill on my right shoulder. Fetted breath took me by surprize. Vacant eyes told a lifes story.

Faded youth. Faded glory. The spirit lived a fitfull life and passsed
With no fanfare. To sullen darkness. She did rest one hundred years.
Now told her tale.
To me. I gently. Aked why?
You are the catcher for my pain. She told the story
Once again then turned her back.
Wafted once again to rest. In peace.

Geno Cattouse Feb 2013

The Light

Today I stood next to a tall and lovely woman. No one
thing struck me at once. The conversation was not deep but
her eyes were. The moment was lightening. I had forgotten
Lightening. It strikes rarely,

Coy and seductive. The moment burned for a second. A million years.
We both knew in that instant. The sensual flash. That offering. The accepting.
Then it was gone. A low hum but we will close that distance again soon.
It is destined. She is surreal in her essence.Forbidden.

She will come to me many times in flickering light cast against the wall.
A shadow. warm, sent by tallow and burning wick. Inflame my senses.
The seed now planted and I have planted mine.We both now know
a moment of decision awaits. My woven words and soothing tone will do
the magic it has always done. No arrogance in the least I assure.

What is ,is. We passed the divide riding beams of gentle light. we will both
decide but I can tip the balance and fall from grace to passion. Her body is willing
the language is surrender. Perhaps a moments pleasure.

Pandora's portal.
A flickering light beckons.

Geno Cattouse Feb 2013

Short Timer on a hitch knot

How much slack do you give to an errant mind, an arrogant twist.
two hands five hands more, Not sure but the fish running with the hook
has an idea that something is amiss. Twang, hiss. out of options.

When does one say Okay, you caught your limit
Time to call it a day pack your catch away. The
sun is setting. Less we are going to night fish.
Hmm when does the light go on for the thief in the night'
blazing bright casting blame and reality to all corners.

Human nature is a curious thing.We will make the elastic
mental contortions to make the means justify the ends. Retro fit
the outcome. suborn in our belief. An inch is rewarded by a mile
just smile and all will be well. Hell is the destination of the deluded.
But the nature of it can be jarring ,the content surreal.

This is a personal observation of one who was a good friend but allowed
Hubris and raw desire to to blunt caution and reason. Old habits were hard to abandon.
tested the ice in the middle of the pond wearing lead boots. The outcome
was assured.

Geno Cattouse Feb 2013

Dumb Luck

**** karma put me on the train-track
Under the trestle. Wearing full black and the night was pitch. The
Moon hid behind blackened clouds as the
Beauty of it all escaped me
Like dry hard mathematics
Umbrella of starless night has
Cloaked the irresistible force a
Kiss goodnight.

Geno Cattouse Feb 2013

Hooverville

A day of darkness descends on the barren land.

The  Big Plowup struck pay-dirt. More dirt

less pay.

No green fields just stinging sand has driven all to  Hooverville no

bonanza.

Throats burn  raw. What they all saw was miles high grit.nature's
Mother at end if wits.

Dust bowl.parched earth .dragging nails across her back
She reared up
Rolled over.
Evened the score.hard
Times made for hard choices.

Then no choice at all.

Geno Cattouse Feb 2013

spitfire

The spitfire met the Messerschmidt his back was to the sun.

He rolled away right into blue skies dotted with puffs of
Cannon fire smoke stitched a polka dot trail behind.

Chalk white cliffs glisten in relief. Soon the moment of truth will step forward destiny waited patiently it's turn as the island burned by night

The speckled.sky by day. The chatter and moan the struggle of flesh

against fire and steel.
Against will a death-dealing skill
**** or be killed
A ballet of silver winged coffins filled with fear and courage.
Times that try men's souls.
In the end.

The outcome was in doubt for many who stood
and made stand that spoke of commitment to survival.
That spirit is now past.
But school will commence again
soon. Soon.
Sorry to say.
Read gaping spaces between the lines. Though a different
wolf wrapped in fine garments and expensive Italian footwear
will prance into our nightmares
stoke our insecurities
smile and assure.
No Mustache or comb-over though.

Doomsayer say you.
Chill pill versus paranoia.

Geno Cattouse Feb 2013

In Wine There Is Truth

The truth set me free along tome ago.
A lightness of mind like vapor from a Tennessee still
nestled way back in the Blue Kentucky hills.

Carefree as a bird swiftly winging  to buckshot every feather in place.
The song of my nature driving me forward. To be or not.
Easier to forward than crash into false recollections.
Like a roaring inferno set upon the land. Reckless.

A mind too lazy to conjure in webs of reckless  fantasy. Encased with  surety.
A perch above the turmoil where the view is forever and blue.
Yes there is a price however. The winged truth is easy target for the hunter.

He lies in the brush well concealed and leads the mark by a hair.
Placing projectiles in the way of surety with devastating precision.
Truth falls to earth in a death spiral ****** feathers waft behind.
Fire and destruction. Fire and resurrection. Fire at will.

The heady substance is a snare.
a small price to pay. The Phoenix will rise  however.

The outcome will replay.
The Phoenix will rise yet still. Stubborn in his way.
Set free to soar and fall to ground
Set free to soar.
Set free.