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Geno Cattouse Sep 2012
The Viet Nam era was a witches brew.Mission creep in  Saigon
The evening news brought the ****** trips stumbling into
my TV dinner, kicking over my Tang.

Bouncing Betty went bang
Beans and ***** out the can.

Guys in my age bracket  knew it was safe cause 18 was the magic Number.
RESPECT
Simon and Garfunkel ,The godfather of soul.
What we.
Had Here.
Was.
Failure to Communicate.

We were reaching for the stars with one hand and
squeezing of rounds with the other. Bobby was in the crossfire
Martin would retire,
I remember.

Guys slinking back home with broken minds
Baby killers all. No love ,No jobs. COMBAT FATIGUE.           PTSD     Came later.
Got a monster habit, Nose running of  like a racetrack rabbit.

Oh yeah Asian Strain Gonorrhea.
Penicillin
Penishmillin.  ***

Hendricks.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
I got that letter this morning it was no surprise to me
All hands on deck.
Boot camp in three weeks. get your ducks lined up. Charlie has a bullet for me.Maybe a bouncing Betty or two.

Camp Lejeune. Jar  head central.
Drop yer ***** and grab yer socks ...Gonna get my mind right for the fight.

So. Face down in this Paddy. Buffalo crap. ******* lite.
Locked and loaded.Gonna die today I think.My number's about to play.
Mr Charlie on home turf. Incoming is whistling me a lullaby.

So tell me again why I gotta be here?
Down for the di di. Goin the other way.

V.C. can see me but I cant triangulate.
Little guy in black pajamas. Fighting for their wives kids and mamas.
Need to dig in. gotta move.

Boom.  

six  O clock news . Mr Cronkite singing the body bag blues.
Old McNamara just upped the ante.
Mothers dont let yer babies grow up to be cowboys.
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
Still today
Danang. Saigon.Tet.
Mi Lai. ** Chi min trail.
All and more on reverb
The unwinable in black body bags.
Dam.

Just like Cronkite's musdtache goimg on and on
Drafted into the  wood chipper
The buzz saw. for what.
Then the embassy buggie.
Choppers listing into the sea.

Half baked. Blood on ground.
For what.

Visit Vietnam. A travelers paradise. Half price
now with great accomodations.
Cambodia too.for the price of one.
Kamir Red.
How many dead?
For what.
Geno Cattouse Jan 2013
There in the corner resting silently the old wooden bench
reclines beneath the billowing sky. Peeled and pale much
the worst for wear.

"A couple of young fellas  down at Kitty Hawk flew like wounded ducks". Did you hear?
That was a humdinger. "Somebody swiped the Mona Lisa right under their noses"
Tick

witness to it all has heard the deepest of dark secrets whether tumbledown in solitude
or passed about in chatter.

"The Titanic went down last week ,What a pity." wasn't that thing impossible to sink"
well I'll see you later The Trolleys are running slow today.

There's  this young upstart playing at the picture show this week. Chaplin I think his name is
Moving pictures,oh what will they think of next.

I got a letter from William fighting in The Somme. Dont know when or if he is coming home.

Nights are cold in the rain. Tick

Bathtub gin.  A little nip every now and then can't be a sin.
The Lucky Lindy is the latest swing.
Tock.

Mickey mouse meet sliced bread.  The birth of a nation
Bring the kids out on Saturday The can play awhile.

Heard That ****** Trotsky got shot. What do you think that  will bring
Guess Adolf bit off more than he could Chew cause  that big air war in
Britain made him tuck tail.
Tick
The greatest generation has come and is all but gone
The park bench sits and awaits the dawn
past Y 2 K and on and on
till today, this very hour
waiting for another story to tell
like a morning flower at sunrise
Beautiful petals and leaves
No one grieves for the passing of time.
The park bench sighs and
Then reclines.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2012
Do you go to service. why?
Maybe someone drags you in for your salvation or some such.

What do you believe. I have long released that process as a constant.
Like anything else on this plane. somebody gotta lose for someone else to gain.
Yes that is a bit wooden.
A bit cynical.

Do you feel the spirit as you enter.
What does that feel like and do you agree with all you hear and see.

What do you believe.Is the person up there speaking to you?
Do you take it all in.Or are you sight seeing. I do.
The backs of peoples heads are like monoliths.

Their faces are like masks. Not all but most.
Doubting Thomas in the pews.

The casket sits on display. It beckons and forbids.
The slow procession to absolution.
The occupant sleeps peacefully.
A shell.
Heaven or Hell.

The solemn drone. The Joyous noise.
The shrill and sweaty face of Fire and brimstone.
The call and response.
The well oiled ,stiff proceedings.
what do you believe.

Maybe you draw the lottery on Saturday
The Lord is our Sheppard. We shall not want.
Blasphemy you say.
No I am a believer.

I believe that we are.
For now and a wisp forever after.
A daunting prospect. But who knows. Faith.

The pews have been the uprising and the downfalling of many
Freedom or indoctrination
Left to our own devices. Hell's door agape.
a fertile mind, weak and troubled will gently lite on the word
then draw sustenance
for good
For ill.

The gates that lead to destruction are wide
and broad is the way.
The pews are narrow and finite.You will find me there
from time to time.  

.
I am a lapsed Roman Catholic. All I know is there is greater.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2013
jarring.no melody.

Scarring.No reverie

Rotund.Not svelt.

Verbose.not soothing.

Coarse. Not felt

Come. A card has been delt. A farthing is due.
Pound of flesh or two.


Come.skip to his leu.a tortuous dirge.
Come to the very end of days.

Come children, no turn to return to. My child.

A lemming's trance . Dutifull ant by rote. Chant-like.
Forward to the witches castle. Then stumble.to the horizon

To the witche's castle.

To scatter there.Fodder held ******* to the wayward wind.
Hubris comes calling. Now falling
To forever or never.... forever.
Geno Cattouse Jul 2013
Sits between twin bluffs  burrowing into neon souls
long to be seen in a  future frame of corpses and flipping
through the lenses of the kaleidoscope 1916 or there abouts.

Mr Edison took full advantage of the moment transitioning for all time  the boundaries.Maybe Muybrige in1888.
The here and now. The real and surreal. the equation is now unbalanced.
Is seeing now believing? or is believing a reason to see.

The proof is in the putting.
Dead men long digested in soil and  ground  can still emit sound and point  a blame-full  finger
Linger if you dare in the baleful stare of the science.
quiet, silence, desist. No
even virtue  can not  still the burning light.

cellulose spirits on walkabout lookout from the past again and again
flickering things they be.  conjure you as well as you conjure them.

The end is sight at the bottom of the hill
steel rails to nowhere still squeal to silence,
The riders swing free and lite on Italian loafers and
skulk away. padded shoulders conceal weak wills and
weaker hearts still.

Silver screen visual refraction
once there for all to admire must now bow deeply.
Curtsy?
Vanish and still remain at the pointed end of   it.
Geno Cattouse Apr 2013
He thinks he can take the money and
run.

The money has strings.
or maybe piano wire.
Geno Cattouse Jul 2013
Rain or shine. Well almost.. but
The regulars make the stroll..I can almost set my clock,that is if need it.
Two ladies. I call them Mutt and Jeff, Mutt in the right side,Jeff on the left.

One short the other taller.
A morning ritual. On occasion, Jeff does a solo
Mostly with her wing man though. I watch them come and go.

I asked them their names once but my memory is like smoke in the early morning
breeze some days

The regulars. set your clock or calender.
I sense a long and abiding bond .Many shared tears and joys.

Nisei or Sansei.?
I cant say for sure.

The regulars
Like Sunshine rising east.

I am the watcher.
The reader of the constant.
The regulars .They see me silent mostly.
Ghostly.

I am a regular in knee pants.
They teach me to be still and regular.
To myself be true.

One day I can be a regular too.
This is  about a duo of Japanese American women who have
walked the walk on my block. We dont speak. but they teach me about
dedication,fitness and friendship.
Geno Cattouse Mar 2014
Truth be told...as mysteries unfold
Let seven be one all falshoods undone.
                 Standing on the jagged cliffs
      Looking  inward.
Touched by the hand .....words revealed
Revealed........now and...always.
The revelator.
Enumerator
Enunciator
Eluminator
Written.

Who's that writter ?
John the revelator.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2014
It matters not your intent nor will for a molehill is a mountain in the hiding.
To rise suddenly by a millimeter or two.
Surprises.

All is written some profess.

The pages rustle freely in the Autum breezes to rest and suggest with majesty.

But the story is amorphous.
Till final chapter and fullstop.
Geno Cattouse May 2013
A boy sat on a grassy bluff outside a village.
Long ago. Far away.
He sat. Staring down a winding trail.

That boy would watch the trail in misty morning dew.
Often he would and for years it was a rituai.

The women of the village
Walked that trail down to the river. Down to the rocks.
With baskets perched atop their heads and arms hung by
Their sides.

Down the trail to river rock. And churning emerald
Pool.the river was the cleanser and the rock a pounding tool.

A long procession of balance and grace. a practice old as time.
Then back the trip of swaying hips and poise. In young or old.
The rock. The grace. The. Quiet noise. A pageant.

That boy was me
That river rock still calls the women
Slow procession. Natural and endless charm.
The rock. The trail the emerald tide.

The womens hips. The undulate .
The basket never falls.
The river calls.
This was me until the age of ten. In Belize in the district of El Cayo
A place still very much untouched.   Read  THE MANGO TREE. My Belizean memories.
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
Slap saddle.
Shake and rattle.
           Oh my aching back.
Hunker down wave at the clown.
Yipi ky yo ky yeh.
            What you talkin bout willis.   (Bruce )
Yipi yie yo ky yay

Knees high. Shoulders low
***** down ten gallon.
           Hands tight. Elbows in
                      Come a tye yeye yipi yipi yo yipi yeh.

Come a tye yeye yip yipi yeh.
Old wetern movies still play on my rotation.
Bronc bustin is fun climbed on twice. Fool me once.
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 May 2013
It did not tell me tales of woe.

It had just an arrow's flight to go

But he fell short.

Does anybody know?
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
OK.
I see you.come on.
you or me.THUMP.  Good one.Gotta remember that one.
My turn. Dont think just flow let your training carry you. THUMP.
Dam.

Dip step.Dip step
Circle Right. Jab low.Jab,Jab.
Keep your hands up. dont leave it out there for the counter.
Flurry. Push Kick. switch Bang.

Feel me. Block,Block, slide right. Bang.
Feel me. yeah. Time up now, Throw lightening.

My feet are off the ground now.
I cant  hear the crowd now.
Me and you Podna.
Come get this. Payback Trap.

Here he comes .Feint left overhand right.Right hook.

Slide baby slide.
Slide baby slide.

ELECTRIC slide. from Head to toe.
Tingle. Who turned out the lights.
Seven. Eight . Nine . Ten.
Man I'm gonna be late for school again.

Okay. Okay I am getting up now. Turn off the light.
Quick shower and grab books and off.

You Okay snake. Snake you OK. Cmon snap out
come on. Yeah There you go look at me Snake. Look at my
hand see my fingers? How many snake . How many.

Three.
Oh Yeah. Didn't see that one.
What he get me with.
The One You didn't see.
Leg kick slid up and caught you looking. Button shot.

Man. That is gonna leave a mark.
I'll get him next time for sure.
Lil Blow and a couple honeys to take the pain away.

Live to fight another day.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
An intergalactic asteroid crashed
In times square.
A deadly virus
Spread.

Now we have a rampant epidemic of
The east coast.
Squawking dead.
Geno Cattouse Apr 2013
What ?
Woman.
Where? Head to toe.
Who ? All things tangible.
Easy on the eyes. on the inside.
    On the inside. I smell strong desire. A fire. That flickers
       The scent of sweet tangerines. The skin can burn your eyes..

How many have tried? And cried
The floral offering with prickly stem
To hold on tight as palms bled.
But to have the moon in your vision.
As the tide rises with no struggle for decision.

Sunni do you know?
You must know.
Slow and turgid.
Slow and sensuosus.

The power is yours to lose.
They will push your soul
Your will.
Still.
                   The velvet glove my love.
                   Stocking feet. My sweet.
                   Force with inertia.
                   Abide.
                                                          ­You need nothing but be your
                                                           Moniker. From the beauty inside
                                                          ­               Your heart is your weakness
                                                        ­                   Your salvation.
                                                      ­                     So much to give.
                                                           ­                Just live and turn the tide
Geno Cattouse May 2013
Some squawking and stacatto squeeling a retched
Cry and there you are.
Small bundle covered in a heated bassinette.
The race is on.

One more sent down from central casting.
Two eyes one nose. Two ears two hands and feet. If all is a go.
Make your. Mark son.

Girl interrupted.
Blue as a berry. 6 weeks early.
Premature delivery
Could not be more girly.

My son. My daughter

Two more limbs on the tree.

Up the beanstalk you will climb



To see what you can see.
Geno Cattouse Apr 2013
My goldfish bowl is empty now
The fish took leave a month ago.

To tell the truth.I did not see them go.
Must have been on Saturday.

Was it something I fed. ?
Geno Cattouse May 2013
The little metal box it.hides in plain site behind the velvet painting of a Zulu warrior slightly off center a bit to the right.
The warrior. Hmmm.No The vault.

A naked dwarf. He struggles quietly at midnight to  gather and drag my blocks of raw marble across crystaline floors to the vaault then
He stands there for hours before clcking the numbers.Clack goes the handle. Success.

The hinges have rusted since last deposit. He looks furtively over his shoulder as the metalic groan turns to a squeek. Abra cadabra.
Time to do work. Stealthy old fella he whistles while he works.

One block,two, three and so.
He forces the stones through a the four square door.
Rubs his hands together. Wipes the drivle from his chin
Then walks out the door backwards. The one he came in.

My vault is reloaded with pleasure and pain.
So I can write poetry again and again.
Geno Cattouse Apr 2014
We who see to plumb and ponder always turning pebble and stone,cutting to the quick pulling marrow from bone.Why ?
Arrested in time like children asking. The joy of disection. Us who seek.
We pose the querry never content. The puzzled inquisitor.
Poet ?
A frazzled strand on the helix. Pain emmersed ? Love unrequited.

We stand afar and scan the horizons.mark the twain at depths uncharted. WE who are blessed and cursed look deeper and longer at the Gorgon on certain pain.

Poet.seeker
Poet.mind painter.
Poet.mind sailor.
Poet.soul soother
Poet.revelator.
Poet.truth warrior.
Poet. My kin.
Poet.my sister
Poet. My brother.
Geno Cattouse Aug 2014
Both north and south
East and west.
In tempest and typhoon a surly wind doth *******
this way and that.
In truth there is great beauty.
Good follows ill as the sun warms the chill. The rising sun chases shadows to ground as predator stalks it's prey.

Seasons of plenty following famine.
No win
No lose.
Cycles...seasons come and go.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Mary Mack dressed in red.
A Bonnie blue ball cap adorns her head.
Painted on jeans and jungle boots.

Jet black eyeliner.
curled up lashes. Eyes dark brown. Catch the blue trolley heading uptown.
Mary Mack is a pleasure savant.for twenty-five  dollars you can get what u want.

You caint always get what u want, but if you cry sometimes  
you get what u need.

Mary McKenzie. All in a frenzy.
Sped up on ice. Nice baby. Nice.

Got that rare disease called noassatall.
Burning calories like crazy.
cant call the girl lazy. Never sit still.

Two degrees in arts.
trying out for bit parts.now and then.
Fame. An oasis/mirage

Singing lead in a band in a backyard garage.
Many parts to Ms. Mary.
Strange, sweet,smart and dumb.

Message to Mary.
Go back where your from.
Geno Cattouse Mar 2014
From love's facination the joy and pain of it all they slowly pull their questing hand away from flickering flame away from love or loss.

Frisky and coye a first then they quickly see the spectre of past demons of bloodied hearts ..deception then they recede and begin to dance ..
As
They turn their minds away to  havens built from the rubble of yesterday..fall away.

To bastion and barricades they made from fantasies of the highest grade "  my heart of heart cant take the chance of another love found and another love lost"
SO..FALL AWAY THEY MUST.
The clock ticks forward
Never back and so the dance proceeds
A dirge as understudy seeking solace centerstage seeking. Wanting.desirous. envious and confused.

An ember still seeking air it sits hopefully in hearts all dressed up in pounding chest.
Again the moment sits there the tick the tock from love's timekeeper time reaper and so the the moment passes as she turns askance with fears well justified.
She turns the lock as tumblers catch the safety latched.
Dreams at bay.
Hopes astray
Needs neatly wrapped and tucked away.
Love, love go.away come again some other day.
Sweet nothings how they capture.keens to rapture
Just love me please for what I am,love me with no reservations . See deeeper than my fears. Take my hand and lead.the dance but love past all other. The silent request.
In the moments heat turned slow deception. They learn to
Fall away
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
Was Olive oyle anorexic ?.                                   Olive couldn't make her mind up. clean shaven or hairy.

Popeye was sprung.                                             Who was sweet pea's daddy?

                                                                               Was miss Oyle  on the down low?
Geno Cattouse Dec 2012
Rise up this morning.
Smiled with the rising sun.Three little birds
Pitched by my doorstep.

Singing sweet song.
A melody pure and true.
This is our message to you

Don't worry about a thing
Cause every little thing gonna be alright.
A touch of Marley. Simple and clear.
Geno Cattouse May 2014
Five foot two.Eyes are blue
Cuchi  Cuchi. Cuchi coo has anybody seen my gal ?
RCA dog talk to me.
Aoooooooo.

Fool me once shame on you
Fool me twice shame on me has anybody seen my gal ?
Aoooooooo.

I dont know where she flew
Cuchi cuchi cuchi coo
Has anybody seen my gaaaal.
Ahoooooo. Ahooooo.Ahoooo.
The roaring 20's flappin 30's
Footloose music.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2014
Old as creation. THE CRADLE.
This is Africa.
Musky and dank.THE GRAVE.
This is Afrika.

Vast as eternity.THE ECHO.
Echo.
This is Africa.
Verdant and green.
All points between.
STARVATION.Rampant.
This is Africa.

Machete vicious.Zebra and Gazelle.Heaven walks into hell.
Afrika as well

FREE UNTAMED.
And T.I.A
This
Is
Afrika.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2014
FACEBOOK,TWITTER  etc

Never have lives

Less lived

been

More

Chronicled.
Quote The Raven.
Geno Cattouse Mar 2014
Cant swallow my Tilapia for the girl across the room.
My.soups.gettin cold cause of miss Boom Boom.
Looking to my right penne pasta chicken. Boy my 20/20 vision is takin a lickin.
Not really my style but the seating is what it is Soo...

Tig O Biddys got me in a bind.
Biddys in front and Biddys on the side.
Biddys one mile high and.ten miles wide.
Like dicing.onions
They made me. Shake my head and cry
Geno Cattouse Jan 2014
big Hand laying on top of the small hand straight up midnight.

water drip dropping in the kitchen sink like a dusty jackhammer
solving Chinese algebra in the Blazing noonday Sun

good bye baby so long girl.
you knew the drill off the top of
your head you knew  how to make me hurt....so good
I dreamt that dream again last night standing in the middle of the floor.the music was low the tempo real slow

just how we did a thousand times before  but this time, this time baby
they were just four walls ,the music playing  and the closing of the door.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2023
This is just me looking for the smoke and by that I mean the ability to do words like I did years ago when the Muse came unannounced. I'm not looking for rhythm or rhyme or even sense of it. I was able to travel once to keep my perspective then it was gone.
I'm not sure if it was small insanity or me reaching for gravity but that was magical. I left my body and wrote for hours day in and day out. Right now I'm just taking notes. To be continued. The Duende.
Geno Cattouse Feb 2014
I am in the golden time now.
Destiny crooks her finger, beckons me to
Her alter.

The moment is upon me  keeps my head bowed- low and grateful
a  wisdom still young.a toddler still.
so when she caresses my back ever so softly and whispers feathers in my ear
"fear not all is well written"
truth is your  shield,courage is your armor , steadfast  be  your bow spoken word , arrows in the wind.

I will douse you in  scalding
hot fire.the rain with temper you
lightning will strike from high and draw you forth anew.
you are in the golden chalice and none shall conquer you.
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 Aug 2014
Like ships in the night.Transition+ motion.
Dreadful.
Seasonal waltz to slow dirge a cooling..

We are all motion driven by emotion elated or sad.

Ecstasy come calming. Reality comes calling in pretty paper or cheese cloth shroud.

Ashes..Ashes
We all fall down.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2013
I posed a querry to the stone on the summit and from it I got neither bile. Nor *****.crickets chirping loudly into the night. The silenced with fright at once. Time passed through the hourglass with silty silence.

So I posed a querry. Slathered in razzleberry jam to the powers that am.
And the dedafening roar of NEVERMORE did bowl me over. So I posed another.  Smotherd in clover and lo and behold the universe expanded in deafening silence.

Alas I am left with para of noia .
Furtive. Distrustfull. Disgusted evunnn. As said snagglepus.
A wuss in sheeps clothing. Serpentine riddle. No front nor back nor side nor middle. Left wanting of truth left here to self ******.
Awww fiddle.  Hey didle didle.

The cat and the fiddle.... licking his chops
Playing all sides agin the middle

Shmaaart
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
Honey you thought leaving me would do the trick
But just before you did I pulled the house down brick by brick.
Salted love away in time to smile when you walked out.
See.

We got in on a ***** trick and you were the magician
Heedless,heartless. Fire and ice.

Could not listen to good advice. Me I slowly dropped
My guard. My cautious facade.
And let the tide.

I gave all, but same old song . You are right
Everyone. Else wrong
Tricky you. Goody two shoes
Put on your blue shoes and skipped

Next stop. What.
But just so thou knoweth

Your stuff is thinner
Your game is slipping
Your slip is showing
And your not knowing. Made it easy

Brick by brick. Stone by stone
I paved a path to see you gone.
Tricky you.
I don't really mind not missing you.
Adeau.
Geno Cattouse Jan 2014
They threw boulders at glass house and roasted marshmallows AT the cookouts. MEDIUM RARE.

The troglodets, they put on a.show, sang four part harmony in the round in open air.

Fred Flinstone dropped in for a cameo and Barney held the door.

the show went over pretty well.
To three or four encores or more
I dont know who sent in the clowns
But slapstick ruled the day.

The animal act was
Kind of wack
Geno Cattouse May 2013
Central park Nevuary. 3rd.
There's a noise like I never heard.
Humming and grunting.
Guess Ill go hunting.
trolling they call it.

Candy.apples are bait they tell me .
Lucky I'm stocked up with the caramel kind..
Why?  Don't have a clue.

Creeping on my belly to the clearing ahead.
Therel"s a huge checkered table cloth . Checkered I said
Sir.  Are there more white squares or more red type squares sir.

Trolls sit cross legged in front of a candy apple pile.
Stuffing their faces a minute a mile.
Trolls are a fiction or that is the tale.
These trolls wash down apples with hot ginger ale

I wish I would stop dreaming this dream.every time
I eat mango ice cream.
Geno Cattouse May 2013
We sit in the middle of the the universe. Truely. ?

The earth is flat .the horizon.
Falls away to oblivion TRUELY.  ?

If man was meant to fly he.would sprout wings.
REALLY?

My god is the real god.
TRUELY. ?

Freedom is. For free

Really ?.                                                The meek shall inherit the earth.
                  
    


                                      Still reading the ticker tape on that.
                                                             One.

Absolute power corrupts. Absolutly
Absolutly !!!!! .

Will a bear **** in the woods?
Probably !.                                                     Is this poem going anywhere?
                                                                      Nahh.
Just a goof.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Yes my dear.
That was your name on the marquee
Truly

   Fame and fortune  is a long way away.
Truly

But closer  still is love the rear view mirror.
Duly noted ?

Run away if you must but
truly why must you ?
All that you will find is
You.

Dont you know your foolish heart will not be denied ?
All illusions aside.
Sunsets are transcendent a thing to behold.
a new day resplendent waits.
  let your senses
remove fences
your eyes see the rainbow.

your ears hear the sparrow
your breath smell the pine

Truly beloved let your
your tongue taste the wine.

surely.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2013
Do your job....or abdicate
What is good for the goose is........
Fool me once shame on you...fool me twice shame on me..

                                       The truth is liberating.
                                       A lie has no spine... the truth is a biped.
Foolish is a forgiveable.. dishonesty flies in the face of facts.
                                      
                                       Ultimatly we are judged by our acts.
Geno Cattouse Feb 2013
Total abstinence is so excellent a thing it cannot be carried to too great an extent and

Wit is the  sudden marriage of ideas which before their union had no relation.

Americans will occasionally astonish the God that created us when given a fair shake .

Indecency is the first thing the missionary teaches the savage.

Nature knows no indecencies ;man invents them.


Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities ,truth isn't.

Action is always the way ; words will answer as long as it is his neighbor who is in trouble.

Truth is the most valuable thing we have.Let us economize it.

Herodotus says,very few things happen at the right time and the rest do not happen at all

Obsession is the man with a hole in the seat of his pants and cannot keep his fingers out  it

My mother had a great deal of trouble with me but I think she enjoyed it

Size of the dog in the fight dont count.size of the fight in the dog

Dont go around going the world owes you a living. The world was here first

Denial Just aint a river in EGYPT

Prose wanders around with a lantern & laboriously schedules & verifies the details.

The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated

Hunger is pride's master
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
I cannot abide the horrors in the hours when the coming day
Shouts and pulls at yesterday and derides him for a job poorly done
Leaving unfinished business on the table.

                                                         ­     Scraps and bones
                                                           ­   Tatterd sinew.
                                                          ­    Skin.
                                                       ­       Poor execution has left tomorrow
                                                        ­      With rotting clutter. Hear him
                                                              Mu­tter.
Not at rest fully now surfacing psyche able to stir
after corps-like slumber  judgement at the ready.
Shake the foreboding feeling
walking
through a graveyard something inches from my back
Grinning at my ignorance.
Pondering surprise.
Wake up and push the stone uphill
wake up and take your pill.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2013
Synaptic explosion.
Unigue and bright..burns and crosses the chasm.
A new existence in the universe.

Like a fistfull of ligtening.

Never to be again.
No rerun. A salmon upsream. A creative anchor. A fitfull dream.

The stream washes both sides of the shore.
Draws inward and onward and downward and more.
Silt and bramble...a preamble

A fistfull of lightening and nothing more.
Geno Cattouse Jul 2014
I must be schizophrenic but I caint say four shore.

There's this other Other that writes poems as if I'm not sitting here. He makes me write things that I.don't understand
he sits on my shoulder. Pushes my hand like a Houdini illusion
Pops up unannounced and bounces.
Works at his leisure.
Comes and goes as he pleases.
I think Im schizophrenic.
Geno Cattouse Aug 2013
No..here.
No there.
No everwhere.

                    Choices are unworthy.
The snake consumed his tail.
                                            Inside out and down. His mouth.
Geno Cattouse Jun 2014
I Stand firmly with my hands relaxed cause the kid looking down on me just cant FADE me.
His eyes smirk with disdain as he rubs against the grain but my years in the realm keep my hands firm at the helm just smirk him right back and now he's feeling wack cause I slipped his attack and the punk can't fade me.

See...my body is tough and conditioned. Swift still powerfull and lithe.
Six decades see I aint ***** made ....still cool as the shade and makin the grade...I moved in and stayed...aint shaky and the kids cant fade me.

Payed those dues early and often.....not boasting. Just love confounding young ducklings snotty  lil fucklings.
My mind is quick I pay my dues...use it or lose it...no aint bout to dodder become cannon fodder for rooks with no stripes... talk that **** if I have to.
Walk that **** too.
Blessed and respectfull.
Man I love checkin chickens who get it wrong.My body is my carriage my spirit an amalgam of knowlege and physicality.
They try to cubby hole.This old dude dont fit mold.
Kick your *** and get witty. Aint fresh of no *****.
They shake their heads or feign disdain g
But again and again they misread. Down for the de de.
Aint no play pretty.Energiser bunny. You cant fade me punk.I might spank your *** like your uncle.....Nephew.
Your hands cant hit what your eyes cant see.
You cant chump me off play me no dozens. I aint old cause I'm lucky. Plucky.
Every dog has his day and one day the magic will end ask Houdini .....   ..... but till then my young friends,this old man's gonna play nick nack on your ****. And ya don't stop and ya don't quit. FEEL ME ? Cause ya caint fade me.....Yet.
Geno Cattouse Sep 2014
..
                  ...
                 ....
                 Horse
               With horn
            On his forehead.
Galant   Oh  brave
Steed eqiuan need
A dream Oh
            Poets whisp
              Myth or magic
     A Trojan replica
    Hooves flash
  A sudden dash cross green fields.
Mythological lore in days of yore.
  No saddle bears he
    The Unicorn
      Is born
      Free
      Runs
      Free
      Die
      Free.
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