Geno Cattouse

Geno Cattouse May 2013

My cover story. Who I am.
Stretched thin.

Geno Cattouse May 2013

Its really you
No other she said.
In the flesh.
                                   Just the way I pictured you in the frame.
                                   Just perfect. Not a hair out of place

                                   You are like fine wine.
                                   Never bitter,a sweet bouquet
                                   To savour greatly on another day

A value past knowing
Diamonds and gold .you are.special
Very special to me.

Geno Cattouse May 2013

My boy in limbo

His Mother thinks her way is supreme So
another man arrested by hubris.

My gifts learned and honed in fire are
as useless to her as **** on a bull.

Unable to see the unseeable.
Hear the unhearable.
know the unknowable

Renders gender sense to the ash heap of
Pure Feelings.
Why not pluck the eyes

Cork the ears with molten lead.

Burn the olfactory to the ground.

Testosterone will dazzle and fling that yolk aside.

Mother nature has her place but
Father Time will bring all to balance.
If left to his devices.

A fathers gifts are underrated. A cultural
Blunting.

Sorry baby bunting.
Daddy can't go hunting.

Geno Cattouse May 2013

instintve insect

My father once told me the story.of The Scorpion and the frog,
Have you heard it? Robert Blake told to me a couple.of times too while I watched
Baretta.?
You know.ole "don't do the crime if you can't do the time"Baretta.But
I digress.That was a long time and one ****** ago.

A tale of woe of being true to one's nature.

A scorpion stood on the river bank seeking to cross for the family reunion.
Comes a frog swimming along.trying to get to his nephew's wedding.
So. Brer scorpion sticks up a thumb
"Going my way" ? He says.

Sure said the frog but jump on that log .you might float over by sundown.

"If you let me ride over on your back,I can get there in time for the feast"

No way Jose,"you will sting me to death if I let you climb on"
said the frog.

The scorpion insisted even offering bribes until the frog recanted.
The frog pushed of with his cargo aboard.looking back with one eye and the bank
with the other not really trusting his long tailed brother then BANG,BANG
went the scorpion's tail.Frog was done mid river
sinking slowly he began to shiver.
"But you will die too he said to the frog."

"Believe me I know" said the venomous bug
"Then why asked the frog"?
"Fish gotta swim. Birds gotta fly"
"The moment you let me on We were destined to die "
"Nature called. That was all. Nothing personal friend"
"I will see you on the other side and thanks for the ride"

Geno Cattouse May 2013

The Test

Some squawking and stacatto squeeling a retched
Cry and there you are.
Small bundle covered in a heated bassinette.
The race is on.

One more sent down from central casting.
Two eyes one nose. Two ears two hands and feet. If all is a go.
Make your. Mark son.

Girl interrupted.
Blue as a berry. 6 weeks early.
Premature delivery
Could not be more girly.

My son. My daughter

Two more limbs on the tree.

Up the beanstalk you will climb

To see what you can see.

Geno Cattouse May 2013

M.I.A.

Poppa was a rollin stone.

Wherever he laid his hat was his home.

And when he died, all he left us was alone.

The hook and title from a song by the Temptations. Sad

Geno Cattouse May 2013

Slack Tide

Suspended at the beginning of the end. At the end of the beginnning.
Neither rising nor falling.the wolf trots across twinkling white powder.
Frosty breath like a steam driven piston. She is neither hungry nor on patrol.

In her element. Little Red beware.

A calm.before the storm..listen to the blood swish in your veins.
Bass drum pounding behind your ears.
Systole/dyastole.
Tic/Toc

A sigh of relief the dipstick was.negative
Tic/toc
Slack tide.

Anticpation & dissipation
Slack tide

The moon pulls and releases. Clutch moment the oceans
Fall and rise. In the mean time. The between time.
We live in slack tide.