Geno Cattouse

Geno Cattouse Apr 2013

Certain special days
The sun drops in the ocean
I catch it now and then.
Half dipped a glowing ember.

All across the horizon.
A stunning life bleeds out
The distant shimmer
Slowly succumbs to cool evening.

It catches me unawares a
I go about my business,glancing
Then staring entranced always
Transfixed

Nature paints another rejection
Of our hubris.
Vanity bows in shame. My heart surrenders
Like undying love again. I love you
My dear. Stronger than before.

Geno Cattouse Apr 2013

fortytwo

Jack stepped over the line but
He died early. Not in years.
Combat fatigue.

He ran like a man possesed pidgeon toed
Helter skelter. Hounds nipping at his heals.
Look into his eyes as he rounds third.

Afraid to be afraid.
A ball and a bat spiked shoes flashing
In the October sun.

Jack Johnson whispered.
Satchel page dazzled.
" never look over your shoulder,something might be gaining on you" .

Jack be nimble.
Jack be quick.
Jack was walking point
How could you hear him. Scream from behind
Dead eyes.
You could not.

Articulate and tough.
The poison seeped through his pores
Like Agent Orange
Cannon fodder

                               Suicide mission.
                               A big man decision.
                                America's pastime
                                  Was overdue.

Geno Cattouse Apr 2013

The truth about fish

My goldfish bowl is empty now
The fish took leave a month ago.

To tell the truth.I did not see them go.
Must have been on Saturday.

Was it something I fed. ?

Geno Cattouse Apr 2013

Who goes there ?

something picked me up and gently set me down on the river bank.

The same thing picked me up and dropped me in the caldron.

Picked me up and dusted me off.

Put a size twelve boot where the sun refused to shine.

Plumped my pillow then pressed it over my face till the cows
came home.

Who goes there ?

Geno Cattouse Apr 2013

Wise man sleeping on the ground

Used to be Skid row.
where you go to lay low.

Open air flopping
The floors need no mopping.

The walls are made of cellophane.
Head lice as big as dung beetles.

A sidewalk ornament.
Bus bench chillin.
East coast icicle.

Ah the land of milk and honey.
free to be. Free.

Sleeping on the ground
In for a penny.
In for a pound.

Tracked up ******
Crack a jack,
wet.
The bugged out alphabet
of whatever come along.

Another day in paradise.
.

Geno Cattouse Apr 2013

The Rabbit has a plan

He thinks he can take the money and
run.

The money has strings.
or maybe piano wire.

Geno Cattouse Apr 2013

Walking Point

I am suspended taking steps into thin air
as destiny carries me forward. the next few steps will
take me around the bend which is a blind disrobing
all or nothing bet. Yet one foot then the next.

Nothing is assured,each breath  like a sinew.
life is  loan and nothing more until my time ticks out one way or the next.
locked and loaded anticipating  eden.

A green field or burning chasm.

Elysium, Valhalla.

A soldier's suspended state.

Temporary insanity. To willfully walk into oblivion.

Spin the chamber and assume nothing. To
spin again.

That is a slice of walking point.
Two days from now. strolling in the mall.
A cold sweat. still on point.

Still dead to myself. The chamber is
still spinning.

How the **** could ever hear me scream
behind dead eyes.
You
can't