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Jan 2017
Here here!

Time to drink deeper
Life's elegant poison
The distillation
Indifferences
Quasi-Bliss, meaningless kisses
Vows long dismissed
And the distemper in slights

Eyes
Steel piercing loathing
Skull selfish
Pretenses with fake smiles
But feral quick
An itch to pounce
These Strange days's unfair fight

Human-kindness flounced

From talon to claw
I've become a **** lamb
In the fever of their masquerade ball

They're dressed to the nines
The tenth moment glowers
Eleventh hour molts
It's slime and skins
Even by knowing the danger
I'm still In

Life now feels slick
A snake eating its own tail
While Death, a rictus of teeth
Time in its hiss
(They all hail)

And now
I've become a lone buoy,
Smoke in the water / **** / deep
Adrift in this drowning,
Our ocean
Creation weeps...

I am
Raising a toast
To life even tho'
Far from shore,
I still love you so.

Sunk in their potions
Now made as tho' a mead,
Drink deep

Dark elegant poisons
The liars tend to speak

I will float upon every horizon
They cannot defeat

Cheers and Salut!

To this divine comedy...
Butch Decatoria
Written by
Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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