SERIOUSLY

SERIOUSLY

A Poem by Butch Decatoria

The severity of the seriously
scientific professoring of poetic licenses 
severing limbs
and one's sanity to turn 
into a lackluster one dimensional 
word
for word
matter of fact,    i.e. Flat.

Now there is research and refined references
like mad-haired alchemists
having mixed two tinctures 
wrongly
             such liquids
exploding
whilst hypothesized 
unremarkable through their myopia
faces intimate with the thickest book
make out session 
with the obtuse...

A bureau, hmph
an organization dismissing the muses
and the breath 
that we devour

a study on the facets 
and romance 
with life
              written art works
            spoken odysseys 
magnanimous numbness of verb

magic of lustrous cunnilingus
of star crossed 
tempests
evermore a ravenous
soul

Poetry needs no bureau

The heart is only 
a lonely hunter 
if love were not its prey

to feel free
and truly alive
is the honest purpose 
of the written and spoken
word
of poetry
of art     of happiness
dancing the night away
in sonnet streets

who do we endeavor to example
when it is our own pen that must bleed
the awful truths
that needs combustion
the foreplay of time / life whispering in italics
beautifully 
breaking down

laughter's tintinnabulations
all the world
all the life        
            our Oyster...

But seriously tho' 
what the dealio...?

when I want to hear
a fearless something
soaked
and sensual
and real

so good
the words       bleed    rain
beaus 
utter not 
the words not words but

electricity
inner watercolors murals 
from the emotions
this art dreams
intermingling 
touching prose of roses
its scent a ghost 
thick in the recollection
of farewells

the experiences we parallel
all in literary gusto

somehow 
communication 
erected from b**b tube boxes
and artifice waves of wide webs

the slang   jive  
secret languages whined
signs and pics
depicts inflicts these times
slays the joy

and lovely words 
of tiding    of wise sayings 
you say
with Monet expressions

your a lovely day
ignite me
         the Beloved / the songs 
the sun
a face of love
a glow

Do you feel me?
lub dub     lub dub

the haiku sonnet odyssey
poetry 
that is Life...


Today's lesson - 
(seriously)
go learn to fly

a kite.

© 2015 Butch Decatoria


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Butch Decatoria
Butch Decatoria

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