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Geno Cattouse Jan 2014
To the river then he said
To the wash.To salvations song he cried.
To the river then he whispered,as he withered deep inside.

To the river where the water rushes all our sins aside.

To the river then without delay
To the river by and by.
Geno Cattouse Jan 2014
The Asp quiverd in.anticipation.
A warm message bathed its silken skin and then
Quick as.a.hi cup.

Atrial seizures
Ventricle tickle and flicker.
Night rushed in.

To let oblivion win.
Asolution for sins.
Music.played.inner sanctum.

Antony sat in a wicker chair.
Waiting there just as before.
The mighty did tumble and fall
TO the potent small.
Geno Cattouse Jan 2014
Puffing profoundly on an old bone pipe.sat the old woman on rickety stool. A white tendril seeking altitude from schorching embers.
A wafting spirit casting errant admonishment.

Dusty footpath of a million footfalls all on missions of redemption lovelorn weeping allotments of anguish,pain and hope.FULLSTOP.
At sunbeaten,rainbleached risers three in number.
Splitpea fragrance wafting to greet.
Maybe collards too.

"What can I do for ?" But having asked,she already.knew.
To.walk.out to.the.shack.was.a.profound procession.
Made by many,owned by.few
Seeking solace from.the.witches brew.
"You need.a.poultace ?
Cast a spell for.you. ?

Fix it so.she.never leave you ?

Aint nothin.much.that.I.cant do.
Gonna fix.it.for.you.

Ramshackle rundown house of dreams,nightmares and stalking horses.
Beads and potions.come back lotions. Love notions out the window.like startled ratbats.

The little shack of sorrows.
Old time mystic.sitting on a stool.
Jingle pennies in pockets.

Yonder comes nother fool
Geno Cattouse Jan 2014
Yo babygirl. Is that indifference that I see as you stare out the picture window. I feel you jitter when we get close. Or is that my desire to lift my hand and stroke your sweet *** as you brush past me. YOU.KNOW.

You are one exotic bird. I.can almost feel your heart beat when you enter my space. c'mon. Girl.
You know the.deal. I'm tired of the.charade.take one step forward .
You know how I feel.cat and mouse

Even money honey.
Just want to rock your cradle.
Even money.you can't stand two
feet from me and not tremble.

Your hands are telltale and the way you lift your chin. Tells me further of the state your libido is in. No sin.
Still with me ?

I read you chapter and verse.
Want.You bad honey.
C'mon tender.come be my nite nurse.

You read my story.
No guts.no glory.
And please go head and.judge the book the cover. Yes like Prince said.
"I wanna.be your lover"

Whoever junior is I hope he's makin it happen.make your eyes roll back and your stomach quiver.
Fools rush in baby. Just wanna take my time. SABES ?
Cmon.slim.. let a brotha in.

So.in.conclusion I would like to heretofore let it be known.
You.look.so.tender like meat. Fallin of the bone. Know you.got game.

None of that will.matter if I can make you forgot your own
name.for a ten count. That my sweet is eternity.
SO.
Allow me to lose myself in your arms.fall headlong into your eyes.
I want to roll the dice and put all my chips on Blackanese.

If you feel me nod twice and pass go.
Geno Cattouse Jan 2014
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 web.
My love's comes. spiritsensual.

a rocket   a sparkling messenger.
Sender.
Coiled.taught.loose as the limbo
Cool baby.hot.
Hot baby.cool. they shattered the mold.
You...I will remember. Ashes to dust.
Geno Cattouse Jan 2014
North, south, east, west
Above my belly button, middle my sternum.these ain't mulligans

pardon points son  you cause
You gotta earn em.

Need to have stones like
Big brass knockers.
Bollicks.
Heart
Chutzpah.
Geno Cattouse Dec 2013
Vacay in a piano case.bathtub

ginn.pin stripes and fedoras.

Canadian club.speaks easy at the cotton club.
moonshine met primtime.

Blues came north and jazzed up New York
SATCHMO opened eyes. Chi towns tommy gun law.
sheen gun Kelly with a belly gun as chaser.
Granny flapped in the roaring 20s.
Then
1929
Went
Pop
And the party stopped.

LAST CALL FOR ALCOHOL.
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