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New York City    My poetry being like a Greyhound bus, words to destination with termination being the period.
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Geno Cattouse  Sep 2013
Vat 69
Geno Cattouse Sep 2013
Hey Baby. Long time no see.
She said leaning out the driver's side
what have you been up to ?
She said.

Hey lover.You have  not changed said Vat 69
You still stay at the same place ?

Gene  baby,why did you never call ?
she asked.

Just been caught up in the flow
said vat 69. The neon lights tranced me as I bent to kiss her upturned face.

Obsession wafted from her frame and carried me back to warm summer nights
of pure urban fairy tales and Grand Marnier. White powder and Vat 69.

Where you headed ? asked Vat 69.
Anywhere you want to take me replied obsession. My head spun.
Faster than Vat 69. But i could not spin back to that special time. New love beckoned.

So I kissed her goodbye and climbed into my ride. Two ships passing on a saturday night.
Oh what might have been. Her eyes filled  to the brim.. my heart turned on a whim.
The engine flowed smoothly
Like Vat 69.