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Butch Decatoria
Poems
Nov 2017
Must Be a Friend
I wonder how your birthday suit would taste
On Groundhogs Day
I'm curious how cool your touching hands
In our peppered moods?
And yet I think you're my favorite
Acquaintance and infliction
Upon the eyes' leisure,
When there I bite my tongue,
As timid as tangerine Suns slow to set,
Our silence still telling and wet...
I consider and call you friend
For you disperse the grey and heavy
The thunderheads of sadness
Replacing it with regalia and gay
So stylish your sintilliation of conversations
Your body language like torquoise pools
Refreshing views and clear cuts through
The babble of the rabble not much to say
You must be from tomorrow's new
Breed of brutally honest and humorous
All other spewing hubris
But you must be from a stranger world
An alien place to be so you...
Yet like Summers, in the heat of our youth
The moments that Deja vu
And dream out loud our foggy recollection
The friends I have called true
Come and go like falling stars
But the brightest stay where they map the night
There you are so brilliant a sight
You must be a real friend, a guide and then
After we have spent all hours blindly high
Oh truest North, the ***** of your light,
Keep all the lonely ones in awe
The brightest light
Must be a friend, accompany me here
Then
In the dark...
No matter how far
Hark my friend, youβre a shining
Star.
Make a wish but selfless.
Written by
Butch Decatoria
47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)
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