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Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Mother was a witch of that I am sure because she could cast a spell
on diverse people and have them do  her bidding and oh she kept a Siamese familiar  always.
They were all called Jackie.
one
two
three.
Then she didn't. and hasn't for many years now.
I never liked her cats and they never liked me. I think there was some sort of sibling thing going on.

Not one ever asked me for a favor. No quarter asked or given.
They just faded away. One by one.
All were stand offish staring. No glaring if you will. The nature of the Siamese you say.
O.K.

Funny. I fed a stray a while back and now he wont go away. Siamese.
Three years to the day. He just wont go away.
Go figure.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Make the shadows dance on the wall.
Ask the words to take shape and rise from the page.
Ask the rain to patter gently ont the window.
Say the thing that will bring the fiction forward.

Pull the dagger from your heart and paint with crimson
The breath from your nostrils  to scatter the leaves.
Grab the pain in your soul and hold it to the candle as it writhes
And screams its message.

Fictionalize the fact. Factualize the fiction...two curtains seperate
The corsican birth.
One is sky the other earth.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Have you ever dreamed about flying ?

soaring and swooping ?
with the wind bracing ?
With huge glistening wings that drive you skyward as you pulled away from the ground.

Last night was virtual. a spiritual out of body thing. to be on the wing.
propelled by giant feathers and power. could have stayed for hours. consider the
sparrow, the dove or the eagle. WE aspire.

Lofty as the ground slid by as the mountains rushed towards me as the oceans glistened from afar. The horizon vanished and all things were revealed. Truly consider the lowly crow. who looks down on our crowned limitations

Imagine pushing for the sun on wings anchored to your shoulder. Icarus was even bolder considering
his wings were waxen. True folly but then the rush may have tempered the fall.

I have flown many times before in dream-state.
Have you ?.And hovered and swooped to gently lite to ground toes touching then wings folding high above my shoulders. Pristine. ready. to
fly again.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Lulaby in D minor. Random cadence.
Radiant. Pill passing as placebo. But deaadly as stricnine.

Spider hiding on the leaf. Baited breath.
taut with anticipation..dance mephisto..

Fittest surviving by vibing on feedback.

Floating on experiences expediences. Called intuition ?
Seen it before, another stitch
For the quilt.

Mental flotsam. Jettisoned jetsum.
Protesteth greatly. Knows inately. ... the. Exception or rule.
Cumbaya. My lord. Cumbaya.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
not since nor silk.
Mother's milk for the generations.. yes she was .

Greeted Lindbergh on touchdown.
Society clone. Rich ******* could not leave her alone. Tall tale teller.Paperback
construct. Stepping into the ball with no invitation and stopped the music and conversation.
Pale skinned poser.
Gettin over.
Her daddy was a man of means.
Hired by the Majesties to count jellybeans.
He loved the local **** to the tune of
Poppa was a rollin stone.

The magistrates and potentates in the republic of bananas. Pinkys up tea sippers .
Could not get hold of collective zippers.

Faded portrait. long dead poser.ball buster. Pretty as crystal.Tough as pig iron.
She was high flying flapper. Cutting a rug. Charleston,Jitterbug. Short skirt flirt. Grandma ?

Smokin hot and  smokin when women did not dare. C.O.P.D. and a hacking cough came the pipers toll.                                                            ­       The Wages.
                                                                ­                           Just keeping it real.
                                                           ­                                                               Sl­ip sliding away.

Drove a Jalopy.
Aiee Pahpi chulo. Bestin May West with a smaller life jacket.

                                                        ­                  Turn the century.
                                                                ­          Trench warfare.
Over the top.The war to end all ? shiiiit.  Great Grandma
was a show stopper. To the very end.
Retrospective on my great grandmother in Belize In the early nineteen hundreds. She was an extremely beautiful woman who was independent and bold in Colonial British Honduras. She was a ground breaker and fearless. Had wealth and lost it all. But remained strong.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
No pressure. No diamond.

No oyster. No pearl.
                 Cloistered from the sun. Ageless in aspic.
                 Rare as angels hair and fine. So fine to me

Precious as baby breath. Gentle as a webb.
My love's comes  to me. Is borne on truth ,carried on a warm zepher.
You.
Carry
The elemental.
Essential.
Biology.
You.
Do.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Feline.
Mystery.
Intelligent. Composed.
Detrrmined.
I have seen that face before. In the awarak
Cafe colored beauties of the carib.
I would dearly love to sit and listen to your spirit. Eminate.


You my dear captivate my senses.an oblique beauty exudes.
To write you out filtered through my mind.
Knowing your ki your novelty would be.  Golden.
Your uniqueness  is  silky sand running through
The glass timer turned over.

But that would be
a washed up dritwood on the shore.
To wash away with the drag tide. To travel the oceans wide.
For another hunded years.

To see one like you again.
Unanounced. Sorry.
I am a man of many parts.
Diverse and stolid in one package.
Skin deep and well deep
Without and within.

What do those lovely cat's eyes see.
Pointed at me ?
A goodness I hope.
For that is what abides.

Lingers and bobbles on the tide.
Tell me please. What do those lovely feline senses feel
I am ruffled yet entranced.
Different.
Oblique.
Please speak.
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