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Butch Decatoria
Poems
Sep 2016
Art Thine!
Inferno
Noon o'clock in Sin
City heatwave,
Sirens glaringly shrill
from a distance
our world
Like some distant memory
sounds of no one panics
Emergencies as common vitamins
like local topical
Anesthesia...
We've become
Familiar, indifferent,
to the hum
Drums, cymbals clash crescendoes
Shatters
Just background noise
As siren songs
Beckons
The shrill of metropolis
Sin City noons
The ambulance carries
Life / away
The distances between us
Is the numb we feel
Angrily congealed.
Anesthesia.
Locale : no where's.
A no one in a sea
of fine faces
As human as mine
Kind
Yet many yet recognize
Beauty of all one
Shine
an ocean of individual and lonely
Life
Eyes so so wide
Noon day Suns' / Alive
and Golden
(Art) Thine!
(
flesh Begotten from
Light
)
Written by
Butch Decatoria
47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)
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