Geno Cattouse

Geno Cattouse Jun 2013

If memory serves this was a special branch of the
Militaty U.K.
Those boys came to town to play.

Weekend rabble loose on leave.
Ready set by the truckloads.
Bully mother ******* in jungle boots.

Ready to blow a few months pay
And whip anyone's *** for looking the wrong way.

Rowdy and loud.

Imperialist ******.
Long on swagger short on ****.

Eh mate got any sisters about?
Asked one blatherin putz as he stimbled about.

Every now and then one strayed from the pack
Drunk and disorderly. Four sheets to the wind.

Well... he kept close after that.

I was about 8 when I became aware that
The big loud men in kilts and fatigues were men
On a mission an ill wind.
but victims of power same as we.

God save our gracious king

God save our glorious king. God save the king

Send him victorious.
Happy and glorious.
Long to reign over us.
God save the king.

Colonial indoctrination. We sang that song every morning in school.
Those blokes were bigger than life. And not all bad either.

Geno Cattouse Jun 2013

Calculus

You can't miss

What you can't

Measure.

Lyrics from a song I once knew.
Thanks for the memories Susan O.

Geno Cattouse Jun 2013

Pages thumbed to tattered(Book Of fools)

This book is well read.
The story told and retold and why? the pages are thin and stained with
sweat.Could be teardrops.

The binding is unbound broken spine.cracked in places
If falls listlessly in my palm like a lifeless quail wings undone.
never to take flight.

Listen closely as the words drift from pages tattered and fragile.

Afraid to have meaning anymore.
Astride a swayed back mule
Once was a wicked rapier.now

A blunted tool.
Crepe-like roses dried betwixt the pages.
Still......trembling hands.

Tiptoe
Gently from joy to pain as thereader rolls across
Inked fantasies long pressed to page.
Believer believes.
The deceivers.

Tall tales to small.
An open book to all who dare look.

The well thumbed pages
Of a well
Worn
Book.

Geno Cattouse Jun 2013

cat tactics

I enjoyed watching our Tabby cat
Give the mouse hope turning to indifference.

Then pouncing to batter and play with the hopefull rodent.
Over and over until the end.

That was fun watcing that play out
Not Tom and Jerry by far.

A window to the feline nature.
Gave me a base respect for the
Canine in me.

Still head over heels over
***** though....call me crazy.

Geno Cattouse Jun 2013

Short but Sweet

America on the ropes.
Absorbing punches in bunches
The resultl..... delayed paralysis.analysis paralysis.

Oh I know ... this can never happen. Not to the
Pinacle.

Rome ?

Geno Cattouse Jun 2013

I Cover The Waterfront

The clouds roll in swollen angry
Billowing as I look out to sea.
East and west.
So. Retrace my path to where I was
Searching faces ,skimming along .traces of you to be found in old familiar.places. the hilltops and dives.

Up alley.down gutter
Out to porttals and back again.
The sun is setting now.
Keep the lights burning day and night. To light you back to me.

I cover the waterfront in hopes of finding me.

I was once and still hope to be.
The magic man.with the midas touch. The magic man
Has walked away and now there is only me.

So I. Cover the airways. Depots. Stops and flops.

Seedy and the Ritz.

I cover the waterfront.
I scan the horizon.
I sweep the sky.

I cover the waterfront in hopes that I sail by.

Geno Cattouse Jun 2013

Querida. (sweetheart)

Todo momento de mi vida
Yo pienso en timas cada dia

Mira mi soledad
Mira mi soledad

Querida.
No me sanado bien la herida.

Te extrano yo lloro toda dia.

Some of the most heartfelt words put to music
That I have ever heard. Sung by Juan Gabriel and others.