Geno Cattouse

Geno Cattouse May 2013

Sky scraper pristine, crystaline
Oxygen deprived. Logic on the head of pin
Nearer my gods to thee. Ohhh the dizzying spin.
Father sun come down and cradle my chin. Lift my face skward.

Pray for return of the fiery.serpent birds of PRAY.

Come back to teach us the way.to the stars.
Atlantis today tomorrow the moon. Voyager fahter.
Planted the seed.

Summit to chasm

The higher we climb the less we can sea.

Reach higher still.still higher
and much higher still.

Instincive desire to follow and play with fire
We build the stepping stones to touch god's face
3-2-1
We are destined to all leave this place.
Fear not.

I read the book chariots of the gods when I was 10 years old.
That made me question the church for the first time and always.

Geno Cattouse May 2013

Purchase

It taunts me. To rip tendon from limb.
High climbing inspired without and within.

My feet are dug in as I press to the wall. Exhale and
Cling tighter or else I will fall.

Purchase.my right index finger must reach out now and grasp
The next handhold swiftly or the moment will pass.

To hesitate now is a plummeting fall.so
Seize the moment.

Now....Now....Now...........................

Geno Cattouse May 2013

The Vault

The little metal box it.hides in plain site behind the velvet painting of a Zulu warrior slightly off center a bit to the right.
The warrior. Hmmm.No The vault.

A naked dwarf. He struggles quietly at midnight to gather and drag my blocks of raw marble across crystaline floors to the vaault then
He stands there for hours before clcking the numbers.Clack goes the handle. Success.

The hinges have rusted since last deposit. He looks furtively over his shoulder as the metalic groan turns to a squeek. Abra cadabra.
Time to do work. Stealthy old fella he whistles while he works.

One block,two, three and so.
He forces the stones through a the four square door.
Rubs his hands together. Wipes the drivle from his chin
Then walks out the door backwards. The one he came in.

My vault is reloaded with pleasure and pain.
So I can write poetry again and again.

Geno Cattouse May 2013

The Sparrow Fell

It did not tell me tales of woe.

It had just an arrow's flight to go

But he fell short.

Does anybody know?

Geno Cattouse May 2013

JOLTAGE

A construct of mine.
What that eye contact causes.
Arcing across senses without any pausage.
                                                                    Wicked I say.
                                                                    Baby wants to play.
Money can't by it
Needs no rehearsal.
Once you lock in there is no reversal.
                                                                    I'm into the gritty now
                                                                    Babes way past pretty now.
The heat is on.
She is speaking my lingo.
Bingo.
                                                                    To be or not to be
                                                                    That is the question.
An infinity wasted..
Come hither post haste
But slow your roll. This is butter
                                                                     Did I hear my soul stutter?
                                                                     Joltage can make your heart
                                                                     Flutter.
I want you now.
Jitters.
Here we go.
                                       You know what I mean.
                                      When nothing but nothing.
                                      That Jolt is off the hook.

Of the chain.
I walk.over.
A live wire.
                                     A humming sound.
                                     Eyes push past 20/20

Hi.

Geno Cattouse May 2013

The Details

There he goes skulking low.
Snake in tall grass.
There I see yellow tinged eyes
peeking hungrily from the weeds.

Ah ha.I saw him again out back behind silo number seven
Hey. There he goes again.
Slippery little sneak.

Up that hickory tree. See claw marks on the trunk
High and low you have to know that the Devil is in
the details

Geno Cattouse May 2013

I who have nothing

I who have nothing.

I who have no one.

Adore you and want you so.
I'm just a no one with nothing to
Give you but oh. I love you.

He. He buys you diamonds.

Bright sparkling diamonds.

But believe me, hear when I say
That he can give you the world
but he'll never love you the way
I love you

These Lyrics were the most heartfelt cry for love that my
fifteen year old heart had ever heard. A cover done by the great Jamaican singer John Jones.