Leviathan / by: butch decatoria



Linger, loiter longer
Leviathan,
These Lovelorn Lanes Fast
with lustful highs …
Fly
Farther, furthest, way Far away
To Starlight
/sweet nothings,
Interstellar sighs
Of space/ time
Feel the Empty / pain / bleed

Except great expectations’ need
To accept, expecting none
(Yet most believe doing nothing)
It’s Not for reflecting / empathy
To tragedy then forgetfulness,
On purpose, disposable friends distract,
Life’s strange viscosity hopefulness
Motions forward….
Oh monstrosity!

Wishful obsessions, stiff upper lip...
The Silent servants’ musk, mask of milk
White cream silk whips
Aftermath of drunken trippin’
The rush of us who trust, slippin’
On the white,  on the hip
               snow man fall melts, drip dry
The poles and hell rains down from on high,
Hush now, The storm hither comes...
Torrential

The colossus of silence beyond
Jupiter’s red eye, Ort cloud shroud—
The yearnings surpassing blood,
To feed
The human gargantuan greed
The need for love…
Soon On sale, flesh compliant
A Commerce for feelings to
        Galvanize
The Giant
        Drowning in his Whale Songs
moonlighting the deep...

Anglerfish
Amidst the pitch of dark sea
Tocold vastness
Go there
That other ocean
   infinite canvas interstellar interstate
             The Void of space,
Deep Emotions pace
Times asleep & awake
            (elsewhere)
Swim my assuaged dreams,
   All of thee: ye
Makers bright,
                Meteorites brief
flash of freefalling lights
Like my hollow heart’s leap:
           Blind,
           But for a feeling,
The monster that I trust.
In the human ocean of emotions.

Leviathan.

Deaf is a mind that doesn’t
        mind being blind.
Mute: We heralds of the Light,
Need not speak or see
       nor listen in
They do what they do, they lie
     demons in the nights, howling
Beastly feircely maul all things alive
We have that glow with soul, so
Life alights —down below, in deep dark holes,
Hell in the mind can foul the soul.
They **** us in our glass house, fracked for gases
Gold to the bearded dumb-*****  
Stole from the masses, sold stone cold;
Their logic, reason, & common senses,
Intelligence without defenses,
      thoughts get twisted, relented…
Evil will pretend to be a friend,
And wins if none care to even defend (this).
Thusly overrun by roaches,
     Not the insects but human locusts…
Consumers’ consumption, it’s in the bank,
Fracking the garden blank…

Once  (Of Substance) /by: b.decatoria


Excitedly I say once,
"if Love were a substance,
if only more than
some sort of word, more concrete”
“If only”

If rather than heard
in song made wispy or absurd,
instead made bold
in your face
apparent
A freak-show, cirque du taste
such theatrics (once)
those lips—film noir of your thrilling face.

Undeniable you
unabashed like a growth
to the left
a mole on your kind skin
red lipstick puckering miss Monroe
eyes that ooze dreamy

How I always noticed you, once
saying "Ooh look here, this is love"
pointing to that dot,
but i know love is more than
a tiny tiny blemish
(or Marilyn's coy mole).

Like how once, a beauty marked me
with what was quick-draw and newly raw,
touching with much whirling
such were we
openly exposed to...

So wretchedly loud
made so astute
where we partook,
briefly donning heaven in our looks.
hold on to my arms - keep a grip,
Hold on

i say to what was once
“Hey Love”
As heavy as when
you were letting go,
caustic as your doubts, when
i remember saying then

"look here -- once, this was love"
now just a gesture
where stood my shadow
as I regret
not informing you : "should of
kept your eyes open
during the fall
should of kept honest is all..."

If only love to you
was of some real substance,
beyond misty hours or
something like
the prose of rain to heartache
empty like open doorways of us before
because
once is now
no more.

Some Cats are born free to roam,
Most Cats have pride
Other Cats find themselves a home
Where cool cats can hide
And make a bigger pride.
Big cats can’t abide their roar…



(King of beasts / Game for Rome—circa b.c.)
(Dire Lions hunted to extinction…)

****** Heels.
2. **** Haiku
3. Icarus Kush
4. Spiritwalk
5. Seahorse Haiku
6. Stained Glass Haiku
7. Etc Etc

Island. / by: b.decatoria

My Love is an island.


2.
My love is an island I shall not want I shall not need,
My love is an island on the stream,
On the ocean of tearful dreams, lonesome yet free…
My love is an island,  deservingly finds peace
In the light of truth, embrace Belovedly.
My love is an island I shall not want I shall believe….

Happy goes with Lucky,
Lucky gets angry, Happy goes home.
Sleeping dragon wakes.
War forsakes
Suffered make
A world unlucky.
Unhappy heaven alone.

Soylent Green / by:b.decatoria


These names of prey
In “His Name” they pray
Men name
The products on the shelf
Hot dog / Burgers / mixed
Bacon obits. &
Illegals
Wet backs
We the people / matters
Of lives
Chinks and Blacks
The ***** stacked
The Street Meat
The Addicts
Shopaholics Alcoholic
The names of prey
We, the products,
On the shelf.

Red Balloon / by: butch decatoria


Remember
When every touch
with all its good intention
and kindness;
We were once
Tender
Like lips at first kiss,
      deeply we dive...
inside / one another's eyes,
Seeing with feelings
Past the weight of fevered flesh:
          A dervish flight
through those walls
layered with doubts, heavy
as the stones
we since turned our hearts into...

Remember when
Every word
          was lovingly spoken,
an uplifting wisdom
like feathers’ wings:
      the soft music of our mouths,
when life was floating
lanterns
and briefly we‘re kept far
A/part
And still you have me soar.

Remember, when we are finally as one,
     whole, a hearth warm,
and ****
      those wet silences
      become undulating music like
                   the times we demure
our mouths still drinking, singing
instilling lessons
      within the depths of Heart’s thirst,
which only absolute certainty
calms and quenches… remember

Keep your light so bright to carry on,
      knowing tomorrow will come
      yet when I'm with you
I am made new,
Even in the dark where stars burn
    
supernovae

         Remember
when
in the break of morning
As eyes open from trenchant sleep
           (better than adrift or hollow)
Remember, how stunning that view
            inhale—surprised like
Awakening to life's wonder, that...
To thee and thine,
fearlessly I say
                depart and drink in
                the rain
     freedom love,
the sky and eyes will awake..

And if we have yet to meet,
since I know
           Truth and believe in Love,
When I fall for you,
       Thank all the heavens vast, I fell for you,                                  
                      I will fall up...
Because I remember
now,
it's you,
Lovingly    loving    
Love,
who fills my very cup,
floating in the drink
of Us.
                                          (God how I love you).

Devoured Hours (acrostic)/ by: b.decatoria

Diminutive minutes fly by and imbue.
Ennobled, hungers the second hand.
Verbose and loud, its villainous ticking;
Oxen heavy, that kneading sound,
Under skull and depth of dreams.
Rescind the mad lives we vitiate;
Enchanted by hollow, fear of ghosts,
Dancing in a pitch dark waiting room.

Happenstance for insomniac folk
Ogres and dark shadows howling
Unapologetic at the light and moon.
Riot of the quiet, against daylight—
Star: bright in the void of night / time / dark.

The heaviest stone
this desire need for Love.
Undying flower.

Fire in the groin
ride the beast ‘Til early morn.
Waking up Dragon.

**** (acrostic)


Smells like teen spirit and a
Halfway house full of squatters
It’s the bomb on porcelain thrones
The white in & under the nose

Crackers Fracking barrels
Where family eats
Got diabetic farming gasoline
It’s a franchise made
To give disorders
The Web did not free all men
It’s global gone viral
World wide sky net
Complaining to the same mean machine
They will not listen
Crackers Fracking barrels
Don’t **** where
We sleep
When we close our eyes
What is seen inside
Inner void
Burnt
Black
Stuck on black
Not so easy
Sunday mornings (coming back)
Faceless nations' unreal politics
Scapegoat Real housewives
Mothers once, delovely days
The Parasols in the sun
The Spin-doctoring  of our lives

Crackers Fracking lungs
Deforestation asphyxiations
Marching drums...


World Peace Now !

Icarus Kush /by: Butch Decatoria



Get on with your Bad self

Go on with your Hustle

Into the bustle

And the gristle

Briskly

Frisky

Grizzly world...

Go 'head find and get that paper

Let your greenback wings unfurl

Telling you who to be

Made

So dapper...

Go Rise above

But still only talking

'Bout what don't matter,

The Unfathomable

Kind of Love.

Still wrapping

The turkey in a noose

Letting bullets loose

For hundred dollar shoes

Shoes!

Shoot sure 'nuf!

Time to wake up / this close to the Sun

Waxin' & Flossin'

Ill prepared to Rise above

Pretending to exude

The same kind

Of Love...

You

Go'ne now...

You Dawg you - A "g"

N-word y'heard in Everythang

We trust

Go'ne muss it up!

I just must know

(My boo)

Didn't you?

Give the World

This Life

Much Love?

Fire in the sky... Fallen

Too high

At dusk.

Gone to fly into the Eye...

(Kush)

****** Heels

Streetwalker quickstep
In knee highs
Click clack tap tap
On the fly
Her cacophony echoes
Down the night’s hollow alley
Cat caught by black
Cadillac
Hurry on in
That pimped out coffin
Streetwalker
Quick
Steps.

CHi-Raq   By:Butch Decatoria


A Buster is busted.

Figuratively disfigured (speech)

Mayhap way he speak?

Not just slow

Cuz he got flow

Figured out the Hustle

Keeps on and on and on and...

"In this ****** Life—brothas Broke!"

Sweet Swisher Blunts

Swish and stunted swoosh

Jumping hoops

(For who?)


Busters are Busted.

Vigorously. Voraciously. Hot.  

(Or rock-steady Kool)

And the gangs’

Got their gats & silky

Tommy-guns Polishing

(Head like a hole...)

Our whips.

Our babies.

Our Peeps

The War / The Streets

The Word itself, asleep...

Sweet Tea at the ready!

They're thirsty in

CHi-Raq.

Tell me a story about your bag of feelings
The wheeling and dealing
How it pains you, how it drains you
Of your soul —the crime that frames you
Stealing and killing the meaning of life
Tell me about your bag of feelings.
Right…

Lost story of your feelings,
The empty hollow congealing
A shadow without light,
Lies
Dies. (Without Light)
Worthless bag of feelings…
Plight.

Innermost yearnings.
Insatiable to quench deep
Pleasures of the parched.

Oh hollow Thirst!  

How it drowns out life's liquid scenes,

All trenchant memory now

It dries the tongue;

          When recollection swims with dire aches

          In the stomach lingering

Deserts  

          once oasis-providence:

the ease of us

sifting with the sand

Minutes limpid between caress.

Creation our chalice overflows

Quenching in each other.

Love for water.

As the hours go touching vastnesses

To open us / one heavenly sky :

Illuminating you

Both assuage and succor, mine.

But I am drought and man

          Flesh heavy / crawling through

         War's searing hills

         Chafed of what made me fearless . . .

         Once a Traveler discarding haste,

Still Thirsting for the palm trees’ shade, the momentous

Still-pictures of bodies of ours we felt and

Still continuously feeling.


It is as though an affliction’s game

To wait

Between search and weaning

No swift elixir

I am just a bare tree leaning.

(praying for love's rain...)


This Thirst is deeper than remembering

The drink that once was Us.


.  .  .  .


Halcyon,

I’m bathing in your adoration,

Nothing so sinful, or minuscule, as to need

Redemptive rinses of the spirit

When we were

As what we only knew how to be,

Ourselves yet together sharing feasts...


Which we lay out for each other

Ceremonious only through the unveiling,

Knowing how to trust in this  (which is between us).


Oh How to feed that old hunger, The longing for you,

Love soft mornings dew on skin,

Like when we had the outdoors with our mischief, bodies

Attentive as the grass when we look within…


Those bright eyes that pierce me deeper now

Understanding / how my breath always quivers

With the slight tips of your tender fingers.

Wish makes the body famished and weakened

Needing

The food from in between kiss and spark

Lovely of smiles that shares heaven’s glee,

In each other’s sensations, feeling the answer

Rather than being told to eat…


The Reveries of wines tasted, the lifting of all things

To a memory, yet not having the full course

Of dining with serenity, finding that destiny

Has yet to begin

When love was the race I was questioning,

Kindnesses were supposedly human,

While dreams came true with happy endings..?



Hunger can make the world seem cruel

When we give up on searching for meaning,

We ourselves make

The feast of All meals

with our believing.

Old beads full of faith
in brown countries of her hands;
on her knees she prays.

Photograph  / by: B.Decatoria

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…

*** On The Beach   / by B. Decatoria

Breathing hard,
we swam in the ocean of one skin
bodies hot,
flushed with sweat,
then you fall  beside me
feigning to be tired.

I close my eyes then
and think about twilight on this beach,
if it will be you or the moon
walking alongside me, there
within the decrepitudes
of a waning one-night
stands your inconsequential
manhood...

As our Friday Late Night breathing
slows to a silence of regret,
you get up to towel down, while
I allow your power to dry on me.
Then you come and wipe away our ***,
kissing each spot where you had landed
yet you never consider
my lips...

MOONLIGHT
Lucid the nascent
Sleep — deep dark subconscious minds
Water-birthing dreams.

CONCUBINE
Wrapped in Red perfumes;
Soft business of Palest Moon;
Husband’s secret vice.

UNTIL
‘Til all songs are sung,
mortal breath becoming Wind;
‘Til Soul learns to swim.

LOTUS FLOWER
The morning blossom,
flora crown on tranquil pond;
She walks on water.

******* ****!

“Do you hear that ****, I don’t need this ****.”

"**** if I'd only known"

"That's some beautiful ****, expensive ****.
Where'd you get yo ****?"

"All this **** talk and talking ****, ain't half of it all"

" The future, i truly hope, will have none of the **** we got,"

" I'm over this Covid ****"

" What kind of **** do you get into? "

"Don't be full of ****..."

"Durian smells like ****, luckily it's a melon not a untidy person."

"Turn **** into dessert, like dung bettles"

"What's the best **** that ever or never happened to you"

"Colon cancer? Send in your **** in a box."

"Let the lab rummage through your ****, it's a ****** job, you know.”

"**** rolls downward, so slow your roll, *******'

"Make that **** rain, holler! Dollar dollar bills y'all!"

"Smoking a pound of ****, what you doin'"

" **** if i only knew... "


*

"Doctor said to look for blood in your stool, what color's that **** suppose to be?”

" Get a load of that ****.”

" Tired of your ****. "

" Knowing all the **** that you've done, better pray for your ****. "

" It's no fun picking up ****, or cleaning up after people's ****"

"Don't give me that ****"

" I call *******. "

"**** doesn't bother me, **** don't surprise me either. "

" It's all turning to **** anyway"

" **** ain't free no more, you know”

" Don't make it about **** that's outside of your own ****. "

" Time for some better ****. "

" Back in the day, **** never needed trending"

" **** just flew by, can’t remember all the **** we got into. "

" You deserve an award for that ****. "

" How do we fix all this ****? "

"You **** a log, and clogged up the toilet! **** was huge! Ain't that a ***** coming from a little person" (Ironic ****.)

"Did not ask for crap, but bit into a **** sandwich. "

" Did it just for ***** and giggles.



"*******!"

"If you ain't fixing to ****, get off the ***"

"****-head"

"Take a whiff,  cuz I'm the ****"

"Eat **** and die, *******! "

"what kind of **** are you trying to pull? "

" **** for brains"

" That's the kind of **** that'll **** up your ****. "

“You are an island of reality in an ocean of diarrhea” —Jason Mraz

* *

"Talk to John about your ****."

"Got fired for that ****."

"Got paid to do ****."

"No ****, really"

"Its all the same ****, different day"

" Words are only words, you ain't ****."

" Time to get woke, and get **** done."

"oops, just Sharted"

" You'll pay for that criminal ****, if you didn't know"

"Shiiiit"

" Don't sleep where you shat"

" Don't **** where you eat"

"Quit the **** if it don't help your **** or better your ****"



"Ain't that some messed up ****"."

" **** has hit the fan. "

" Is this **** legal? "

" That's some racist ****. "

" I didn't sign up for this ****. "

" Don't blame your **** on gin & juice. "

" **** is dope. "

" What a **** hole they live in. "

" What kind of **** are you trying to sell now? "

" Call that **** for what it is. "

" You lying *******. "

*
"why not enjoy the Go?"

"It was like getting **** on."

"The **** that comes out of some mouths, i swear..."

"Don't you touch that ****. You get hooked on that ****. "

" At a hundred dollars a plate, that **** better be delicious"

" ****'s better on paper. "

" What's all this **** about? Who did that ****?! "

" This is my ****, get your own ****. "

" Yours smells like everyone else's ****,  it ain't roses. "

" Bury the sticky ****. "

"That **** hurt, but once you're numb you can't feel ****"

These creases of ours—
tales of dragons and white ships.
Neatly folded sheets.

Family “Face-Time”:
Holding an Apple iPhone,
Sam sung birthday songs.

Wind hops on treetops.
The howling child, who is wild,
grows to make the storm.

Such Grace, so Divine,
The words cannot embody,
Ballet when God speaks.

KARAOKE NIGHT 1
Lively out of tune
Songstress with liquid courage
Croons frogs in her throat...

KARAOKE NIGHT 2
Sushi and Sake
Raw mispronunciations
Glad songs of drowning...


FANDOMS OF CON
1.
Cartoon characters
Fantasies of Super-strength.
Comic mutations.

2.
Dog-leash for bear cubs
***-less chaps for Furries' dads
Parade in Folsom

3.
Cosplay to Conmen
Dungeons to Dragon masters,
Robbers at the bank...

On the morrow comes
Hope with great expectations,
Always toward the Sun.

“The Old man could never be this Cool”
Says the little lonely Boy walking to school.

SEAHORSE
Pregnant father sways
Rocking chair to oceans gait
Champions patient race.

STAINED GLASS
Broken pieces make
The Cathedral of your soul,
Stained light still shines through.

BUTTERFLY
A dangerous thing:
Inspiration’s fragile wing.
Metamorphosis.

Asexual/ by: b. Decatoria

Is it a sin to self gratify,
Until the lower third eye spits glue
All thru the night
Madly rapaciously lascivious you

Almost desperate to find
Even when we were warned
Likely to go blind
Symptoms of a hairy Palm

When one can't come close
To transcend or feel
The ethereal bliss that glows
In the love made real

And there's no one worth it
To waste such sighs
Is it as sinful as unwanted births,
or better to self gratify?

Hungry for loud adventure, for some attention

Open to mental and physical suggestions,

Obviously angry, not apathetic to affections,

Loneliest ones lash out closest to them.

Impervious to the consequence of Laws of men,

Game for committing misdemeanors misdeeds,

A restless kid, skater, hyperactive athlete

No Fears of peers, but tearful street meat

Some say the end comes without a heartbeat...

HULLABALOO (acrostic)


Hectic happenings—snow days or heat waves

Under flashing lights, paparazzo pomp & circumstance.

Line dancing Hollywood hookers pleading the fifth on Vine.

Lights blinging signs, crowds, streamers loud attention

A ceremonious flock of white doves at red wedding

Boisterous unions picket signs, cons mob meddling

A scaturient family of the bride throwing rice

Loads of breeders drunk scrubs ****** hunting.

Open season for “the business” howling, rug munching.

Oral congratulations, fussing over gushing country bumpkins.

In the wisdom of strangers, and kindness of others,
It makes the world
and Life’s harsh realities
more bearable
How doth one worship
but with Beloved...?

Are you happy yet?
The question escapes
As yellow as the ****
From ***** to toilet
Flushing it down,
To where it will be forgot
Have no need to be reminded
How unhappy loneliness gets
Are you not ...
(Just okay, alright, fine
Work sleep **** ****
Work **** sleep —die.)

City.

Beach city by the cool sea
not so easy city
not too busy, too ******, or greasy city

to take off
your shirt
to feel the breezy city.
Where I am
curiously lost in,
excitably exploring eagerly
Asphalt-hard city  
different from my boyhood memory,

It’s not so scary-big a city,
Was a great place to grow-up
open roads for bike rides
on my schwinn, best buds

A safe suburban city
By the sea,
A successfully savvy
sophisticated city
evolved from understanding
Historically
Downtowns Pity
Homeless and such
O’er border walls, while
Chaps are diggy
In the Navy city,

A city of girls who can be
as manly and boys are as
pretty, gritty
city of individuality
like a quirky
cousin, *****,
A brotha's niece
with Cali.-valley speak! city.

There’s so much i want to see,
learn and believe in
this lush green city,
i am a long lost twin city
just a baby,
friendly city,
******* your full *****
city

care for me daily,
wish me luck a lotto city,
even in my muck and ****** ditties,
unconditionally cradling me
with love
this LEGO city
In crisp morning fog,
Californicationer Tour
Sea world and the Zoo,
Old town wanderlust  (balboa too)
Where Carmen’s on the trolley...
It’s San Diego by the sea,

I Heart you
City
in my blood,
this city by the beach
This city
that I love...

Mr. Alzheimers,
Old man on park bench, stares off
Into the distance.

Waif’s diluted dream submarine:

A sleeping dragon’s cloud, bleeding white, weeping blues,

Taming beasts with brush stroke of liquid hues;

Efferent pastels to demure flower with wet elation’s

Revered soft pining of colorful jubilation,

Canvas of new, on blind white fields

Of untouched imagination, whispers, bends.

Longingly the colors bleed, the heart ascends.

On painter’s opus--deeper seas, the vivid soul’s

Recollection - rain drop splashes of heaven.

Silken gossamer dreams of love, there & then.

Moonshine full upon our seas

Evening breeze sweet beckoning

Reach below, within me deeply

Move me in movements deep tidal pools,

Acquiescing the air a kiss or two.

Inside where we’re wet with need,

Drown me in your love.

Obedient wife
lowers her gaze and herself.
Her tears: rain on grass.

So, instead of words,
Lovebirds should try simple
Silent Adoration.

Silver spoon-fed fixations

Littered wasted City,

Unliving concrete habits

Mean street habitations

Blackened foil, thin rabbits

Syringes and broken glass,

Cigarette butts with

Felatio-Red lipstick stains

The age-rings of Sin City,

Like great trees

Of iron

A bright forest of filthy.

Hate & taint in between city,

Homelessness and transience

Broken system without pity

Hell's ****** relations,

Silver Spoons

Feeds fixations...

I see you lie

With that pop-eye

Mad ******’

Ready to bite

Haunch body in a strange shape

Warped

Rictus

Stretch-faced

Full of ugly

Hate

A deformity

To those who most

Resemble

To the assembled ghosts

A disfigurement

Within

I see you...

(Withering)

Her age, the years
She's collected upon her wrinkled hands
Memories flickering
As she traces the decades and
Almost a century
Upon the mirror she faces
The graying of Grace
When left to it's own devices
How loneliness slowly
Feeds off the tears recollection
Becomes malady & enemy
She abandons tracing her years by finger
Retract mental claw,
Rather without reason instead
Gaze into her own eyes
A reflection from whence she recognizes the youth she was
The beautiful the newness
Of awe, not fear,
A life she reflects upon ..  
At the ends of our dreaming, at the edge of it's landscape...
The unknown, why fear ? Flying not toward death
But wake to a new breadth...

Like a colony
Of ants--sin city in heat,
Hive of hyper queens.

The things I hear, here.
"You know what they say..."

Nasty is still nasty
Even if you put it into a pop song, Ms. Jackson.
Nasty is filthy
Not in a good way *****
Nasty gets around
Though for a passing moment in heaven,
Cuz nasty got skills
Is it worth it
Joyride overkill

Ignorance is the silence of doubt
Between ***** calls
Lovers sharing
The down
Dying lives
If only once...

Nasty is catching
Got "stupid"
Not for Cupid doing "the nasty"
It was brief, just to get "off"
A fleeting ******
Getting stupid, not in a good way...

And down goes nasty
Doing it (ad nauseum)
"You know what they say..."
Oh the things I hear
Still here
Looking for love in all the wrong places... Doing it nasty like
Like a nasty wound
It will fester
You know it
**** Nasty
Getting stupid
****** nasty.

The things that I hear.
You know what they say...