Geno Cattouse

Geno Cattouse Apr 2013

IS LEAVING. HIS WORK IS DONE NOW
TIME TO STOW HIS GEAR. PUNCH THE CLOCK
STREET LIGHTS FLICKER IN HIS WAKE.
SUNNY SIDE UP.

Short shadows from the east carry forward a message.
to the man in the moon to rise and shine again.

Geno Cattouse Apr 2013

Love Amnesiac.

A casual thing so slight and airy
     Splintered hearts ground to fine powder.
           Hard leather heel ,headless on the pivot.

Next casualty in the reticle
grist for the mill
cordite in the breeze.

Shadows on the wall
rendered by the blast.

A  casual thing so like a fairytale
   Wintered in the north , now the thawing out.
          Cast with ease behind her, no crying if you please.

Geno Cattouse Mar 2013

Benidictus

Bless me father for I have sinned.
My last confession was two lifetimes ago.
The pontif is in place.

White smoke.Black smoke
Ritualistic joke.

To err is human,to forgive is devine.
Father silk sash once diddled a friend o mine.
Absoulute power corrupts absolutely ?

Absolutely.
Now.
Carry on.
Eyepatch in place.
Fall from grace. Never.

Go my son. And sin no. More.
Get a life.
Get a wife.
Get real.

Geno Cattouse Mar 2013

A world without shame

Please. Lock me away
And don't allow the day.
Here inside, where I hide with my lonelyness.

I don't care what they say I won't stay in a world without shame.

I will wait and in awhile I will see inhuman guile.
It will come I don't know when. Maybe soon I know so baby until then.
Lock me way and don't allow the day. Here inside where I hide with my lonlyness.

I don't care what the say I won't stay in a world without shame.

This is dedicated to all the vapid,empty,souls for.sale who we elect.and send to Capitol with finely honed stilletos that we give them to stab us in the back.

Geno Cattouse Mar 2013

impressionable you

Molding .
Shaping.
Urging.
Opening young minds to my world.
Poetry.
My tossed salad thinking expressing.
Blinking imaginings from my mind to yours.
Lose in translation.
Gain full imagination.

A seed was planted. No.six small seedlings.need-lings rertilized.
Eyes ,open mouths closed.
Ears listing to infinate possibilities. To the torch. To the pen. To the verse
To the meter.hearts afire for the word's embrace. My mind to
theirs.Peeling back onioned layers. An onioned pearl. For the taking.

Young minds sitting on worn chairs in the halls of knowlege like gaping.sponges.poetry.given lineage received. My mind to my pen.
My mind is the inkwell , the quill scratches froward then moves on.

Geno Cattouse Mar 2013

Dreams in apnea

Little star clusters bubbling and rise.
Shimmering soap bubbles fragile and thin.
Float past. Small neurons fire weakly.

Deep blue haze drifts slowly by with long streaming banners.
Messages to Oz. Messages to captaon Nemo.
Earth to my synapses. Peanut brittle treats.
Can you feel the chasm all around.

Geno Cattouse Feb 2013

Nocturnal Remission

Now I lay me down to sleep. It is near 2:00 P.M,Pacific time.

I pray the Lord my sleep to keep. Been tossing and turning a lot lately.

If I should Dream before I wake. No March Hares if you please.

I pray the lord my twitch to take. Restless leg syndrome.

Goodnight Insomniacs.
Late night surfers.
Medicated Jitterbugs.
Jet-lagged Travelers.
Partners of snoring bed mates. With or without earplugs.
Late night ruminators.
Wanna be fornicators.
See ya later Nocturnal alligators.

Inspiration is but a breath away.