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Geno Cattouse
Poems
May 2013
My boy in limbo
His Mother thinks her way is supreme So
another man arrested by hubris.
My gifts learned and honed in fire are
as useless to her as **** on a bull.
Unable to see the unseeable.
Hear the unhearable.
know the unknowable
Renders gender sense to the ash heap of
Pure Feelings.
Why not pluck the eyes
Cork the ears with molten lead.
Burn the olfactory to the ground.
Testosterone will dazzle and fling that yolk aside.
Mother nature has her place but
Father Time will bring all to balance.
If left to his devices.
A fathers gifts are underrated. A cultural
Blunting.
Sorry baby bunting.
Daddy can't go hunting.
Written by
Geno Cattouse
california
(california)
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