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Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
While the wicked are confounded                                     Confutatis  Maledictis

Doomed to flames of woe unbounded.                              Flamis Acribus addictis.


Call me with thy saints surrounded.                                 Voca  me *** benedictis
Mozart's Requiem in D minor. Chilling.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Effortless it seems like a candy coated dream. I swing and follow through. The bat hums and tingles
as I connect with the sweet spot.

Irresistible force meets compelling momentum. At top of the arc. knocking the bark off it.
Zen. Then back to reality.

The perfect moment. Time in a bottle.
what is your sweet spot. Your metaphysical groove.
Mind over matter. Then transcend.

POETRY. Like hittin the sweet spot.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Insomniacs ? give it up.

Early birds ? poetry nerds. Holla .

If you feel me. write a line.

Espresso connoisseurs  take it to the head.

blink back at the cursor.

and fire of a line.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Oh. sorry for disturbing you but
I forgot my toothbrush.

Oh I am so sorry. I left my spare keys on the mantle.

Oh my bad. Could you look in the closet I forgot my heavy jacket.

Oh dang. I forgot my purpose.

Oh by the way. I forgot to love you.

Goodbye my love.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
The last Beguine

she died in 2013

That was the end of the Beguineing.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
1.On the seventh day he rested.

2.Staring into Olduvai Gorge.

  3.looked into the  starry skies.
     saw the ship as it arrived.
     The one from column # 3.
creation- evolution-intervention ?
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
The devil took the hindmost.   The foremost kept the tempo
He carried it away                     A beacon points the way
then devoured it                           Reliable to a fault
sat satisfied.                                  The devil
Gleefully.                                      mournful

   last seen walking
drag
gone

So. Note to self. Cant afford to slack  
No time for looking back or sleeping with regret.
Cause the devil takes the hindmost.
and that's a certain bet.
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