http://slow.writerscafe.org/PoeticFluffer The original writings of author Butch Decatoria en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986611 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A Noun: The oblong: thing.The name of that lounge : a placeBy the face of the strange shaped lake,Dinosaur Egg / oval / green grapes.An Adj.: Oblong Longboard That’s such the coolest name Of a person: Not a thing oval shaped .Mr. Ellipsis made no complaints Abou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2044705/ Imagine then How it was, must have been, Afraid of the things Can’t and couldn’t see in the darkBeing human it is our fearOf the unknownOr the goosebumps in nightsImagine thenDiscovering that the twilights Of stars caressing the voidMoon shining her mystiqueIt is un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2044703/ What’s within spills out, without sails a lesser ship...Popped your cork too soon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2044702/ Senryu / katauta http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2040796/ The aging blind man at the florist's Recalls his vision, his statue'd youth.Here, the sensation of scent Is a meadow of heartache When days were alive as this bouquet.Nostalgic now to go / see his loveAlas when sight was fragrant... He carries her lilies out the door,Old and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2040795/ A Scroll Unrolls When in Time’s wisdomOne learns to let goThe weight of want & needThe insatiable pith of greedAnd lustThe beast is yourself To defeatThe enemy that you trustWhen you mustLet go...A Scroll Unrolls Not one river to the soulBut all with LoveA Scroll Un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2039585/ The closer to The EndI’ll get, The stranger to myself, I becomeI get it...There I’m oddly at peaceMojo in the nightsDogStar of NorthernnessSouth side upThe words living From our breathing All here and there ‘boutsOr elsewhere Fairs! Fires! Darn tooti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2031190/ Dang Rich no Nothings…Penniless A fat man weighs heavyIn his thoughts (Out there in sin city)Inebriation like game nightsSorry / LifeHeavy lump of heapingAfter the hit ‘n runHomeless man has bank accountsDrunk Barters with his wheel chairThe dry business Of lou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2031056/ Jibber jabber gobbledee-gootittle tattle engenuesverbosely nosey Velcro verbssibilant smacks or lips a pursewealthy whacks stickball whipsno tweet or talk but mailbox spitgnawing down our chews of cudconverse with street rubber tonguespinky-swore on Bazooka gum summer wonder learni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2030768/ Beggar’s change buys *black*Broken system’s open soresTrafficking jam of Loss... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2030737/ If You should feelLove For realsI sayBetter to fallUp Rather than “In” itAloft Together On Cloud NineIf We happen To fallAll the WayUp. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2030600/ I see youWith that pop-eye Mad doggin’ Ready to biteHaunch body in a strange shapeWarpedRictusStretch-faced Full of uglyHateA deformity To those who mostResemble To the assembled A disfigurement WithinI see you... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2030359/ The Santa Ana’s Scorching heat Soon begins StrongThe siroccos Galloping throughThe treesBlowing inMy earsThe Santa Ana’s Summer WindsGalloping throughThe trees.The tears. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2030356/ Nocturnally wide awakeThe days insideIn my dreamsAt Night’s Wake The morning brush Strokes skyOil painting Colors never beforeEver seen But in my dreams / asleepThrough high-noon deserts’Heatwaves Waking upWith sunset, to the stars .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2029526/ Oh hollow Thirst! How it drowns out life's liquid scenes,All trenchant memory nowIt dries the tongue; When recollection swims with dire aches In the stomach lingeringDeserts once oasis-providence:the ease of us sifting with the sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2029492/ C inch the boys in their place,O bjectified / attentions indecently like proposingC rows these proud chicken-heads loudly!K illing the blood-flow / frozen stillR idgid hoses, denying itI rrigation or reliefN either giving it room to breathe,G orged on sex, in a pul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2029485/ The U. S. of A “We’re number Won!” Millions committed Striped pajamas The Folks over Incarcerated Behind bars in the Big House Hot Damned Shanked WTF fashion of the day For the caged bird Is the Onesy In Penitentiary-Orange The dawgsPit the bulls&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2029455/ Shadows’-hollow shellDesert street extremitiesDeep down city ritzHeart hardened by s**tClipped his wings, legs tied to stringsAnother insect. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2029319/ There’s just something about LoveThat gives me strengthThat Lives and lifts me There’s just something about YouThat lights me upA sun, a moon, my earth, My skyThere I see youHere I feel youGives me strengthThat something about youLove so Lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2029000/ Silver spoon-fed fixationsLittering wastedCity, living concreteMean street-habitations Blackened foil-thinSyringes and “Cigarette butts Felatio-Red lipstick stainsLike age-rings of Sin City”Like great treesOf iron Proof of affliction Taint .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2028998/ Repost edit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2026534/ 1.Poetry is Writing what all we feltWhen the heart is asked To translate.2.Poetry isLove,Made malleable Through the eyes Which behold beauty.Poetry is Life,The love of life, malleable.Poetry is meant to be Touched byTo be moved by (and with)Love...3.Poet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2026530/ Lungful of forests. Each others’ exhalations.Love so evergreen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2025733/ The trick is To keep Falling in LoveWith each otherSince Life is a journeyAlong the way Fall in LoveEach and every dayIn every wayThe trick is To keep... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2025603/ DwellIng In sunsets, Swirls stretching horizon, pier,Emotions “the Scream” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2025602/ Cigarette butts Felatio-red lipstick stainsAge rings of Sin City. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2025599/ Mother FatherSomeone in one’s immediateSomeone overly concernedWho cares enoughTo wait awakeUntil day light dawnsOr fatal news breaksBrother SisterGrams Even uncle auntie Cousin not farRemovedThe folk who know youKnew you when you wereStill in diapersTook pi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2020718/ Silence murders the futureWhen none learn from the pastToo shaken up this American morningToo shook up for prayers in classEmergency exits �"don’t look back,Run outside, find some lifeSome help Blue skiesA season of Spring All guns and knives No angels for call.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2017904/ Frustration is not an emotion per say, But more like a circling of sharksA swarming silver ball of fish,A jumble of feelings, of uncertaintyIt makes heavy every dream there afterA sense of being caged, chained, Like free falling Your Inner child unlearning how To fly Because ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2013334/ Toss The BonesThe indigent trail of pup tentsThe plastic pox on the face of asphaltsDown alley and the darkenedBeat all walkYellow brick roads, skid rows, Littered with points Tossing Bones, reading runes,It screams nothing goodBecomesThis / Husk of the blinke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2008529/ Now it’s bright and earlyWhile I’m over the hill. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2008423/ It’s bright and earlyBeautiful morn’And I’m over the hillWalking the dogMojo on the rocksOn our way downhill rideWhat is up must riseConquer the worm Chewing its tail end…What’s the time ?It is : bright & earlyAnd over the hillI fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2008419/ Loud yet keeping hushedThe minds bright dreaming of wingsTwinkle little stars. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2007244/ 02-17-18Gone to chase a bagOf shake, this fierce winter night,Black iced, and unkind,The winds turn to walls,Pushing me back with its claws.Waiting to crosswalkCity street-life weightHeavy upon the shouldersChasing bags of shake.Why self-crucifySuffering death’s l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2006965/ The old have their superstitions, Tiny rituals they keep under their breathSpitting incantationsSweep of broom stick, and what the hex?Is Grams commanding demons to “In the name of the FatherAnd his son Jesus!”“To get out of this house!”We all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2006746/ 2-14-18 Sin City PigeonMale bipedal mating danceIn front of ChaseParking lot business Po-Po at the Terrible’sBeggars, pushers, carts…Skies of somber ashWednesday looms lost Valentines.Sin City pigeons. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2005699/ Heart shaped box of sweets.Hallmark cards begging for love.Wriggling baby teeth... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2004856/ Of Substance, humanLove’s the tangible mystique.Kiss of life, so bright. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2004835/ 2-09-18Stroll to Spring MountainRoad, for a pack of white “Time”At Deep’s Smoke & VapeIt’s dark early nowBoulevard loud with traffic,And street lights’ hot glow.Blue muddied t-shirt“Superior” cross the heartUnworn in tatters.The H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2004834/ To The Late Of Night Again�"again, swift friendTo our end, again…We commune to the late of nightto suspended tunes with distractionsmade of bubbling mighty Satisfactionin silver streaksforgetful of our life’s flightNot meek of RightBut that life sty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2001708/ 1.Poetry is Writing what all we feltWhen the heart is asked To translate.2.Poetry isLove,Made malleable Through the eyes Which behold beauty.Poetry is Life,The love of life, malleable.Poetry is meant to be Touched byTo be moved by (and with)Love...3.Poetry i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2001444/ Let’s dispense With the pleasantries or pageantry Of Dispensaries(A line that stretches round like Studio 54)Legalized by the voteBy vaping Veeps, aficionados who knowThe proper bestest way To down To toke, reality is choking…Coughing up a lung“That means.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/2000195/ Create not master.Mindful painter sculptor mime.Let it happen thus. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/1999912/ Through the ether A mimicry of humanities Through the wiresAll I hear is indemnity The lifeless Are laughing At flatscreens I seeI says toMy third eyeBlindI hearA lifeless laughterThrough my tears. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/1999505/ 1.Remember the puppet that you werewho thought himselfa real boystill only just a boyrememberlike perusal of hate mail their postal telepathyas though flipping through cellophane photo albums of many namelessfaces distant / detached / unmarred Remember how .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/1997141/ “Get ready for work”And I’m lightingA cigarette.I’m beginning with the end,Understanding now.My human sorrow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/1996592/ II.A box is not a homeA home lovinglyWarm Wonderful(Take three beansMark each a color with sharpies.Place in a boxSee which jumps higher.)Use a ruler tape measureIf you choseFeet or metricDistanceOr loss...You’re an albatrossMagics has always been He.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/1995395/ “I do’s” through sunroofs.Hallelujah honeymoons.Marriage number two. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/1995276/ Old life only bones.Our flesh once giants lies dust.That feeling extinct. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/1994058/ Disco-bounce Afro’s,Bald white men with great big beards:Walking mirror balls. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeticFluffer/1994057/