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203 · Jul 2017
Fireworks (Senryu)
Butch Decatoria Jul 2017
"Cheers!" To the heavens!

Chrysanthemums igniting

The night's cobalt skies.
Repost, happy 4th 2017.
203 · Nov 2017
Willow Tree (Senryu)
Butch Decatoria Nov 2017
Thick swamp-summer days
Mossy lichen canopies,
High Noon Hideaway.
202 · Aug 2017
A Riddle. (10w)
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Today is the first and the last day. Just now.
202 · Dec 2020
Ain’t It Somethin’.
Butch Decatoria Dec 2020
When in doubt, pouting about, feeling empty without…
Say it loud… ain’t this Somethin’?

Everything is possible, the universe is proof
The infinite and the finite
We all know how to seek & look,
Dream big out loud, drink up the stars,
Say it… now, ain’t that something?

If Everything is everythang,
Then Nothing’s impossible
To achieve, and it’s easier to blindly believe,
But we must prove it with something
Seeing is not just looking
Like a man,

Who wakes from sleep walking,
(Footprints in the sand)
Because sometimes, having Nothing leads to
Hating everything, but I tell him, (Lucid now)
Ain’t Life Somethin’?

So stop the ******* complaining, wars & politicking
Killing and polluting the planet, please stop...
Now
Don’t stop making more of love, no sexting
No prostituting out your family’s church
When it’s door to door, behind closed doors,
In missionary…
In the family, the genus of propagation
Genius of gifts, over population...
***

A little something can be everything,
To those poor and lonely.
Hungry
For a smile be it ever so
    humbled
Behind a mask ‘ can’t breathe,
“—‘Said speak don’t mumble”
Show some sincerity please
just because...

Ain’t this Somethin’?
Witnessing this moment’s
Spectacular Now…

It’s Time we have/
More than talk
(tik tok)
Don’t spend too much of it trying
Or surfing the web crying
Living ain’t dying, just quit hiding...

—Rather, Go! play outside (boy)
With Laughter and joy —it’s quite
Somethin’
To gaze upon starlit skies
Rather soar on high/ space flight

Big Bang —Surprise! ...
Ain’t Life Somethin’?

Live it, love it, hate it, **** it
Not for nothin’
But ain’t you Somethin’?
Give it your all
Give it life, you mothers...truckers...shucks!
A Word is a word, ya heard?
Cuz Life is quite Somethin’—
At birth Til six ft *****
We are worthy
We are...
Certainly beloved,
                  ain’t it Somethin’?

(If it's your life, be ‘Captain’)
World Peace Now!
201 · Jun 2018
Walk The Dog
Butch Decatoria Jun 2018
Ain’t it all ****-glorious!

A beautiful morning to you

Mr. Velvet suit

Softly breezy too

What bout bamboozled

Mr. Velvet suit on the street

That **** corner foo,

Looking for your boo?

Mr. Velvet suit

Your babae making babies

From **** jazz to city blues

Diminishing cool

A little bit more sad

The only lone piano

(Black crescendo just a half key, so b-minor)

Mr. Velvety is an entrepreneur

I doubt he'll sue her

That girl he got all dressed up for

The sweets

Mr. Velvet suit's candy

Shop

Holding down the bizness

The Streets!

Mr. Velvet suit's company

Don't he dress all nice for you?

A bright summer morning

This here tiny corner of a bruise,

Of a great wide world

Sin City and Mr. Velvet suit.

Good morning!

****** ****.

He Escalades as I walk

The dog

Looking for tricks…
Revised.
200 · Aug 2017
A Lil Buddha 2 (Constantly)
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Engarde!

Constantly

At Odds

Do you trust *no one


Oh no but I do trust

Everyone

A fool's errand

None say

So I say:

"Why live in fear?"

*Constantly...
199 · Sep 2021
Crackersfrack!
Butch Decatoria Sep 2021
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 !
199 · Jul 2017
Introvert (10w)
Butch Decatoria Jul 2017
Knowing what you do

Not just

Doing what you know...
199 · Sep 2017
Dream Flying
Butch Decatoria Sep 2017
In our kingdom there

Is no king

Worshipping

Free fall the Freedom

Our childhoods'

Laughter down the halls

To and so for

Heaven

We will love

While we wait

In life

A gift

Given where we stand

Undefiant

We share as One

And Awe !

At above us / falling down

Washing us

Clean from nothings'

We dread with fears

Turning brilliance / rain

To dead ends / Loss...


I'd rather be with you

Ever Last the

Love that creates

In us as

We shape ours days

With the vastness'

Colors newly seen /time's breath

Of our love

Rather than Like

Freefalling

Little boy fly in the blue

Says and always will

For you

I would die...

Once again and once more

As One

In Love.

For ever would

Aye.
199 · Jun 2019
Seedling Springs
Butch Decatoria Jun 2019
Dreams like Redwood trees
Can grow tall, but slowly climb
Children of Gaia.
199 · Dec 2018
Metaphor (10w)
Butch Decatoria Dec 2018
It’s like onions

Your poetry

Gots Layers!

That poet’s heart.
198 · Jul 2018
ULLAGE (Senryu)
Butch Decatoria Jul 2018
What’s within spills out,
without sails a lesser ship...
Popped your cork too soon.
197 · Jun 2021
Nasty
Butch Decatoria Jun 2021
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...
I am beatnik
197 · Jul 2016
BODY
Butch Decatoria Jul 2016
I feel like...

I dance the body, electric
to get closer to the intimate
soul's vast thunder / for I am
liquid lighting
a storm's expression of atmospheres
and farther galaxies
illustrating sensations as near
as this skin in flux
in sheen's slick wet veneer
quick silver -- body cataclysmic ...
release.

I am the pulse of life
in electric veins that cradles
the flesh heavy breathing heart
like none other alive
before or ever again
manufactured replicants...

I am every stroke every shape
of non-existent clocks
stretching us to keep and wait...
we are malleable Artwork
in Creation's amorphous frames
experiences
supreme and above
yonder words
giving empty praise, applaud
of passing sound waves...

For I am adoration
in all your eyes and lifting sighs
I dance the body, levitation

When Love is the song your lips ignite

Light and lightning holidays
rivers of higher realms
kingdoms of heavenly your kiss will tell

Bodies in cosmic flight
both day and night and afterlife

Perfection is the bed where this made
Life and heavenly love
shines forever and a day -- will reign
Your thunder, my lightning
will wash the wyrms **** and mud
oh wonder
oh always

Touch is proof and my cup overflows
with all the gifts and grace

And I am spiral galaxies
star diamond fires -- a body of Art
All in always as one of every kind
with every name
sacred hearts
eternal flame

a universe is made

In us as One
the body
Dance electric
praising All
your loving ways...

(come privately and say out loud my name)
197 · Jun 2021
White-haired Old Lady
Butch Decatoria Jun 2021
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...
Fear of Dying 2
197 · Jun 2021
Coffee #3
Butch Decatoria Jun 2021
The scent of strong coffee reminds me of the mess hall on the Cleveland; smells of sausage and powdered eggs.. but its the deep brown of that "ground" whether the beans columbian or Starbucks from africa, early mornings now are remiss at 10am.
Pour a bowl of rice cereal, crackling in the milk ... My breakfast with the price is right on the hd flatscreen... The winners and applause motivate the late sleepers, wake and bake --wothout the chaos of fusion kitchens... I miss the smell of coffee in the early morning, on the pier, the brine of pacific highway beaches... Cali a far away dream...
Vegas smells of sin, **** and swill, sweat and skunky trees, smoke gets in the eyes,
Boys didnt cry... Why i wonder. A distant thunder, coastal storm,
Its the sound heard
From lives torn asunder....
Filthy as the ground, thoughts that stay awake with strong
Coffee
Grounds...
194 · Apr 2021
Repost
Butch Decatoria Apr 2021
AT REST



[PLOT:
          on the green / on Cemetery Row]

A stroll
through Carthage stones.:

Gargoyles in grey gloamings
of Autumns
of Winters
of the remains of days
the done-buried
keep secret in rigor mortis  
kiss

the grave
pushing up daisies, the cherished
our cherubs below tombstones
there lays

green tarmac flights
On crucifix runways

Mausoleums with eyes
of pyramids and storms
houses the ravens watching ghosts
from above just ants below,
beneath undulating cotton lakes

Upon the soil and worms and
souls
           mausoleums...

As granite angels mime
upward in prayer
waiting in the weight of the lifeless
wake
    white marbled expressions

The consternation
    of devil may care

None for statues or with halos
the captured hearts in boxes,
coffins / the inmates /
                                Americana gothic gallows

Caustic the silences secretly speak
Life once stories of beams of light
Such vibrant lives afire
(now mere half paragraphs)
in respite /
In unforgiven mires

[On a plot of green
in cemetery row...]

Gargoyles in the mist
these arrested flights

of wish dismissed
of effulgence in life

through the spindle of an hourglass
spider-webs of fog

where I share my path
Here the haunted besides (roaming)
a land of quietude
                 futures devoid yet still turning
The cyclic times
The unlearned
The dreaded cold below
[On a plot of green, Cemetery row...]

Rest will happen
but my spirit is a phoenix

Great flocks of birds
Asphodels

Whilst
taking a stroll...
Past plots of green,
        In cemetery row
How such silences scream :
         the fallen :
death's blanket of snow.

[Carnage. &. Stone.]
194 · Apr 2021
STIMULUS (acrostic)
Butch Decatoria Apr 2021
Something which stimulates.
The Governmental Giveaway!
It's a free-for-all
Masticates into cancerous fraud,
United States for criminals.
Lady Luck is a thieving ****,
Uber suburbanites,
Stylish Vibrators.
194 · Dec 2017
Worlds in a Breath (‘08)
Butch Decatoria Dec 2017
Worlds In A Breath

I
collect
letters to form
words/into sentences
phonically sound it out/loudly
making sense of it in my head, a speech
lauded from written lines/marching armada of
meanings. A Book which defines them, these ants of
artful communication,/ for when they are upon each other,
they build paragraphs/to pages,/pyramids of chapters telling a story
a creation of imagination/a documentary of salvation,/ a novel for you to
sit in your wonderment, to hit you like a pile of bricks these books in a library
                                     they
                                began from
                       a tiny creature called a
                  letter, like an insect it colonizes
              into a hive abuzz in activity & possibilities
    grows the more it knows like pyramids erected in Egypt        
beginnings from a grain of sand / thoughts and  imagination                 and
                                                                                           questions /                  
                              musings  stacked                                              like stones on foundations,
                             to/find/a/home/in every/memory, louder/than thunder   or/death  
                                                                          creature futures doubt
                    
                                                         I form                            
          Worlds in a breath ....        
Letters into words take flight
                                      from the hearth        of my mind                            
                                 from the heart                  in my breast
                              to the universe                            in our nest                      
                     the mysteries                                             the  gifts of
         W a r m    r e v e r i e s                                     T a k e   i t s
                                                R e s t . I n . P e a c e .
The shape did not turn out as it was suppose to.
194 · Dec 2019
Santeria / senryu
Butch Decatoria Dec 2019
Still-borns in liquid
For love, luck, or pregnancies.
In tiny glass jars.
193 · Jun 2021
Pot Poem : Black Jack
Butch Decatoria Jun 2021
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)
Revised
193 · May 2020
ABCD (acrostic)
Butch Decatoria May 2020
Accidental
  Beatnik
    Chance-
                   Dancing...
193 · Apr 2021
Responsible’ En Espanol
Butch Decatoria Apr 2021
He nurses ailments
An aging Lola, keeping
Faith & Family,

Tribe of children &
Too young a Man of the House,
No crying alone.

Best meal is breakfast
He pours milk for their cereal,
Then walks them to school,

Senor Mother Goose,
A daisy chain of ducklings,
Nurses their ailments.
Little Uncle.
192 · Dec 2020
Wholeheartedly
Butch Decatoria Dec 2020
Faith is like Knowing the sun shines
Though storm clouds block it from view
Overwhelming you with fear
You know how it felt
Having the warmth of the sun
The light upon you …

Knowing wholeheartedly what your eyes cannot see
Believing
What you feel,
Like love, faith is as real.
And others may not
Care to understand or demand proof,
or be shown the way,
You’re not responsible for them.
Each path has differing destinations
Don’t lose sight of your
Passion/truth...
Where your heart may lead you...
To be or not to
With or without / purposely live,
Knowing wholeheartedly now

Love gives
meaning to life.
Have faith, inside there's light.
You'll see...

(Sight beyond sight)
Accept don’t Expect
191 · Aug 2016
RESIDE (Senryu Haiku)
Butch Decatoria Aug 2016
Mercy knows to leave.
While Pity holds your hands built
with abandon. Heart.
191 · Oct 2016
Quote 1
Butch Decatoria Oct 2016
"I cannot wait to see tomorrow, but I will live like I just couldn't wait" --B.Decatoria
191 · May 2021
Wallstreet's No Eden
Butch Decatoria May 2021
(Pondering Worth)

Money does not make someone better than another who has less of it, money in itself cannot "make" anything at all. Yet it has unmade human kindness, damnable men and taxes.

If it's supposed to be "Do unto others as you would--done unto you.." The Golden Rule then presumes to say that All are equal.

There's no quantification or monetary value when it comes to "Life" it just IS or Isn't (alive). It's no one's business, it has no business. So then, begs the question Why do Men think themselves better or above it, divisively deciding what or who has the right to?
What is Man if not Alive? Why?
Who speaks for creation when men go to destroying the Garden?
Live and Let Live and Let Love.
190 · Sep 2019
A Winged Kiss
Butch Decatoria Sep 2019
A wave of a hand
a wand
a wink
             a nod   or  blink
a winged kiss...

You wriggling your nose
spurns me to rub your lamp

I dream of you
as I often can,
           magically and yearningly
I divine your eyes…

What curse or bliss
(Too much of this)
to be abused by your smile
from the muse of your wiles,
all the while
Truly
in our Utopian isolation
no other image of what must
or emulation of their love or
such none-such nonplussed

"you'll die, oh you just must"
dumb struck crush

while we paint ourselves tender
in writhing naked laughter
our own canvas
signed by us...
and only just
ourselves to Van Gogh
"Water Lillies"  and  
"Starry Nights"
       in your blush...
there I can see the future
of your worth
a masterpiece of our colorful theatre
inspiration's lovely birth

in the museums of my lungs
in my life
the art we shape with time
with touch...
what curse or bliss
this wish
come true

a wave of a hand
a wand
                        Our winged kiss…
Repost
189 · Sep 2017
Follow...?
Butch Decatoria Sep 2017
Do you follow what you believe,

A follower saves no one, praying for divine relief

Oh

"No body knows the trouble I've seen..."

Do your beliefs beg to follow steps toward

A heaven created by a collective fantasy

Human ministry

A reward for not doing

"Bad deeds"

The road to hell is paved...

Here

The wilderness and kindness slowly fades...

With Good intentions

Oh

I meant to, never was good @ dat

Do *** ****** do the dew

The deeds need done

All good ones...so

Believe or follow

No one

But true to thy self is true to all else

Shadows follow

Believe you are the

Sun....

Feed the needy everyday

With truth every way

Believing need not pray

And knowing

Builds our better days...

Life follows

The sun.
189 · Nov 2018
To Spoon The Moon
Butch Decatoria Nov 2018
I make smiles from shattered eyes
cry December's distracting frost

move my soul with hopeful sighs
and pray our devotion is not lost.

It is the eve of renewal's glee
gave sad promises to spoon the moon

but in the haste of glass we freeze
pose with strangers who fill our room

sweat bemoans my reaching hand
your eyes are vacant with his lust

he bids the hours by each command
we smoke our feelings into dust,

this boy is weak yet worships you,
who opens darker gates to breed.

Then enters light, that stirs, confused,
my tears to scream still go unseen.

i am a wish of hearts refused,
the sound of fallen poetry...
Repost
189 · May 2020
Homebody (Senryu)
Butch Decatoria May 2020
Microwave popcorn,
Buttered. Friday Night Netflix.
Alone to download.
189 · Jul 2021
Repost
Butch Decatoria Jul 2021
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.
189 · Sep 2017
Foundation (10w)
Butch Decatoria Sep 2017
Fearless ageless

No darkness barking nightmares

In your beauty

Sleep.
188 · Jul 2021
Rut
Butch Decatoria Jul 2021
Rut
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.)
188 · Aug 2017
Personification (Senryu)
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Proud face of cliff side,

Mandrake in formaldehyde

recognizing selves.
188 · Aug 2021
Asexual
Butch Decatoria Aug 2021
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?
187 · Dec 2017
STOUT (Senryu)
Butch Decatoria Dec 2017
More torso than legs.
A strong short drink of a man.
Frothy mug of beard.
187 · Nov 2019
A Pondering (#5?--alive)
Butch Decatoria Nov 2019
Money does not make someone better than another who has less of it, money in itself cannot "make" anything at all. Yet it has unmade human kindness, damnable men and taxes.

If it's supposed to be "Do unto others as you would--done unto you.." The Golden Rule then presumes to say that All are equal.

There's no quantification or monetary value when it comes to "Life" it just IS or Isn't (alive). It's no one's business, it has no business. So then, begs the question Why do Men think themselves better or above it, divisively deciding what or who has the right to?
Why is Man if not Alive?
Who speaks for creation when men go to destroying the Garden?
Live let live let love.
187 · Aug 2017
Of.
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Of.
He is more than a name

A candle is more than its flame,

We can be much the same

Not playing the game blame

We are more than individual

Two beget One breathing visual

Now recognize no shame

For their love has a name

*We are children of....
Haves more than a name.
187 · Jun 2019
Quote #Poetry
Butch Decatoria Jun 2019
An Uplifting language

Of baggage:

Poetry.

Some are spoken at waking

Some are felt rather than heard.

The word:

Poetry.
186 · May 2020
Chewing the Covid?
Butch Decatoria May 2020
Don’t you just love the loud chewers
Who chew and talk at the same time, love it right?
Then here comes Covid like Santa Claus
Just ruining everything—my adolescent tantrums...
Then they take credit for having survived it
Anyway Covid is leaving us lump some of charcoal, empty, cold.
“See! Told ya so!
So,There is a reason why we eat with our
Mouths closed.
Less splash of spittle, please!
There’s a Germaphobe present—“

Don’t cha just love it
Them ****** loud chewers,
And ******’ mouth breathers...
Nuked by forefathers and ****
Science, their virulent hatreds
Designer genetic babies styled to
Your faves liking.
Designer bio warfare, just because.
Don’t cha just...? M m m.
185 · Oct 2019
A great ocean 2
Butch Decatoria Oct 2019
The beautiful thing
About love
Be it ethereal & divine
Be it a ruse or lie
Stealing us away from
Our kismet shine
Everywhere
It's everything, so
Follow lovingly
With heart & eye
For love is
An ocean quite brilliant
See & freely choose
A path for you
To follow
Love is
A beautiful thing...
185 · Apr 2019
UMAMI (acrostic)
Butch Decatoria Apr 2019
Under Country flag and fried steak tastes

Meaty hooks and ham hocks refined

A morsel of tender cuts fine

Menu for the carnivore splendors

Infused, sauté, marinated in wine…
185 · Sep 2021
(Chi-Raq)
Butch Decatoria Sep 2021
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.
185 · Jul 2018
COCKRING (acrostic)
Butch Decatoria Jul 2018
C inch the boys in their place,

O bjectified / attentions indecently like proposing

C rows these proud chicken heads loudly

K illing the blood-flow / frozen still

R idgid hoses, denying it

I rrigation or relief

N either giving it room to breathe

G orged on ***,  in a pulsing noose...
Repost.
184 · Jul 2021
Love Rx (10w)
Butch Decatoria Jul 2021
So, instead of words,
Lovebirds should try simple
Silent Adoration.
Don't speak
183 · Aug 2017
Epiphany 1
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
"Life is a real
                           Dream Come True."
183 · Sep 2016
L'il PONDERINGS #3
Butch Decatoria Sep 2016
Creation, I'd like
To talk to you as a friend
But all our conversations

Have Become Fear and Death

And you know them two
Won't be a friendly kinda talk
at all...
183 · Nov 2017
Capitalist.
Butch Decatoria Nov 2017
A glutton for war
Is a little bird that tweets
Tweet Twittering
Their whole lives thru
Insulting
Everyone
And all intelligence
Know the differences

Between fake news and satire
Is consideration

A glutton for war
Is filthy rich and
Inconsiderate.
An A hole
Capitalist.
For D.T.
182 · Sep 2019
#shadowunder #heavymountain
Butch Decatoria Sep 2019
Like the shadow under the mountain

Our human affinity to darkness

Seems as heavy as loss itself

Like watching locusts gorge on summer fruit

Feels less and less a home

More and more alone

Like the shadow under the mountain.
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