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Butch Decatoria
Poems
Sep 2019
The Qualcan
Hey!
This is the final high
The final weekend to get high
Go’on
Out thru the stratosphere
Looking down at its tower
Sin city on this final
Hour
Sunday night Repenting
From such a criminal high
Oh so high
As they read me, throwing
The book at me
Judged by my lackadaisical
Stride
It’s the final time
To get stupid to say goodbye
To boy who refuses
To grow up
To heave the load
Weight
Of this **** *****!
Farewell to Fun Freely
For serious now
I now do see
Career path open with mindful eyes
For serious now the world
Will eat you
Out there babies in this
Spherical stomach
The digested / dies like
Minutia Flotsam debris
From waves Hi Low
Seriously
To Tomorrow
Take hold make mines
Better.
But for tonight,
Oh my Friday Starlight!
It’s the last night,
To get high / know why?
Because
Reality will drug test
Taking DNA / The Helix Towers
Through true blue
Stratosphere’s
My serious eyes looking fondly upward
Feeling
Sky
Smile.
My Friday Night Starlight
On high.
For Beloved most.
#qualcan
Written by
Butch Decatoria
47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)
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