WildernessA Poem by Butch DecatoriaIn a manner that speaks accidents automobile crashes into a wall - such words shrieks tires' rubber burns like stench of tar pits - their eyes have the intention of sinking my edge-wise, words I grit to want to speak they have the round-about demeanor of trafficked or laundered monies imported spies / live-in chaos / nannies with the responsibilities to cradle our shared moments here they have hired themselves as public speakers / Leaders in a manner speaking with lamented liesure and lies. © 2009 Butch Decatoria |
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Added on July 13, 2009 Last Updated on July 13, 2009 AuthorButch DecatoriaLas Vegas, NVAbout"I cannot wait to see tomorrow, but I will live like--I just couldn't wait!" --yours truly "In The Church of (My) Life, Love is Worship" -- yours truly Lets101 Quizzes - Fun quizzes for blog .. more.. |

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