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Butch Decatoria Jan 2021
Poetry is what happens before / during / & after
The heart break,
as life mitigates our free will to choose
When falling in love or in the midst of two
Poetry is you there confused
Unable to refuse
All beautiful things of
Life's poetry.
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Butch Decatoria Jan 2021
Sirens past midnight
Neon lights' city skyline
Tourists hauled away.
Butch Decatoria Jan 2021
At times I need to glance at this.
When you’ve gone, I'll think fondly of
all the summers in your smile,
you’re just so beautiful here.

And now as I look ahead
at the times I'll again need
to rout the insufficient days without you
my eyes will fall on this

Thoughtfulness
fraying at the edges.
An old glossy paper memory
kept perfect, still —your smile,
that's mine. I’ll hold it near & dear

with me.
without you…
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Butch Decatoria Jan 2021
To be without you...

Means nothing to want
Attention.
Seemingly I am jaded
My eyes are Abyssinians’
Searching for red laser
Points
On the walls,
On pedestrian faces,
For none will
Ever do,
But to be without you
Means I am
Nothing.   Wanting  
Attention
Nothing     Wanting
You.
Are you in them rivers?
In those herds?
These lakes of
                     Lips
Kissing the silences of melancholy?
Means nothing
To want,
You’re poetry
Feeling much much more
Than

Pedestrian.
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Butch Decatoria Jan 2021
Oh my dearest Life,
Oh soul of mine,

Oh heart!

Imperfect within this mortal coil,
Within our ribs—a cage,
Perfectly attuned to love and hate
To sky and soil,
The rage of dying days...

Oh how like the wind that craves
to rush with sighs,
To fly, to wish,
My yearning dreams doth the same
For substances of lips
Made flesh from kiss
As corporeal
Your touch since, missed
Lingers still ...

Oh when I close my eyes
How perfect my ignorant bliss
Oh I pine to fly
Away from the ache of this

My imagination's lovely will
And lovelorn heart,
Fallen apart and untouched still...
Influenced by a fantasy
A childish kind of mind, of flesh,
Eyes blind.  With much brevity

The beauty of Days' caress
Brilliant in its levity
Poetic in might :
The heart's glowing light!

Oh Beloved!
Oh divine destiny,
Infinite and true
Keep close my soul
To find always you...
Oh ever after
Ignite my starry wish
Beyond this mortal flesh

Oh heart
Oh soul
Oh heaven in my chest!
I love you still
(And always will)

Even unto death...
Butch Decatoria Jan 2021
Boulevard Roads Hellbound
Streets
Leaving Las Vegas I-15
Boulevard of broken
Misfits and monkey anarchy
Anti-peace rally against joy.
Token lives in lies, employed.
Hatred /War strengthens beasts
Ruling this jungle, concrete
Cities killing the Dream...
Boulevards crowded with life sized toys
Played with until broken
Defeatist highways of human decoys
Heartless in the calamity
Killers with no devotion
Emptiness inside, a nameless disease
Not quite people (masking teeth)
Rather made into meat
For hungry is the beast.
Of War and dystopian enmity
(Believing it's nothing)
Boulevard Roads Hellbound
Streets of broken
In Sin City... 2020.
Butch Decatoria Jan 2021
Servants to self defecating shame
Quid pro quo addiction games
Underbelly--dark, fat with sin city's lost
Abandoned house for homeless despots.
The price for our vices : apocalyptic chaos.
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