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Geno Cattouse Feb 2014
Who ? Who ?.
With.pupils.dilated.wings.lifted.he swoops above.the city on spider's wings.

Who ?. It echos till sunrise.
Till dawning. Whoooooo.

It burows into colorless dreams.flutters then ascends
.
Who ? Inquires the night owl.
Untended dreams clutched in ****** claw.
She rises like a rocket.
Unending.

The  mighty nite bird. Questing......
Out of.body me.
Geno Cattouse Feb 2014
Night shimmer with a ginned up glimmer.A double palm grip.He bores through my windscreen.
Dead eyed urban zombie.

Chrome flashes.dude hAs,long eyelashes. One face down.my turn comin round. This my friends is  a gangland popper.Wrong place wrong time show stopper.
Who-Bangin
Lead slangin.
Exit 10 East
Transverse colon in the belly of the beast.
One  stop shopping one size
Fits all.
I watch in slow motion as John Doe
Skids ands sprawls.Head buster got im.

Tin Foil wrap or
Rat a tat tat...
I Gotta move.
Real life maybe.
Geno Cattouse Feb 2014
I love the feel of LA in the night.
setlow behind the wheel I get the
feel of a bird in flight.
night out baby night   owl on the prowl For meaning.
crawling down Sunset cruising up vine
UNION ST. No real
destination no special place to find lights halo blurred in the distance,halo blurred in the rear oview blind.Getting smaller in the climb .Mullhulland Drive.
I 10 West to the pier Cresting waves shimmer and disappear.LINCOLN Drive.
ROLLING THROUGH the gardens of Nickerson Projects.social prpjection turned witches cauldron .Night shadows like nightshade.antennas quiver.
The Shaw .Liemert Park
After dark.
Black velvet
Jazz redux.
Sagging jeans for tuxes.
Homeless dude on the bus bench cross Century Blvd.
Soutward bound.
Greyhound bus growls and slithers by.
Leavin town.
Bye
Bye.
A night owl.
drive to relax.as millions sleep
Their spirits wonder.I feel their joys and anguish.
Geno Cattouse Feb 2014
Littl men in three point hats have rapped my knuckles for asking why. Compensatory monster trucks parked in private spaces.

Gonna.show.who's. Boss.
Really kids, no real loss..
Geno Cattouse Feb 2014
Littl men in three point hats have rapped my knuckles for asking why. Compensatory monster trucks parked
Geno Cattouse Feb 2014
Born to win or lose.

In the middle we live suspended.
In the moment.

Perp walk to perpetuity.
Not then nor now just IS.

What it is.
slowly twisting in wind counter orbital

Spin.The.clock strikes midnight
And we begin.again
Just IS.
Perceptions is reality.
That sketches the borders.
Of.IS
Geno Cattouse Feb 2014
The veil lifted. I have been gifted for will and.fire.
A year.of.grace,one of the chosen few.to.soar,roar and push my.limits.
ONCE MORE.
Near decades have past.

My mission.now
To pay it.forward with verve.
Humbled
Stumbled.by invisible demons.
The journey continues.
Never backwards.
Pray.
Debilitating condition.invisibly born or worn down.we on group call it lazy.  m.....***..r syndrome.
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