THE STRIP (Spoken Word)

THE STRIP (Spoken Word)

A Poem by Butch Decatoria

What happens ... 

As the I-15 climbs the sierra hills
the surrounding desert bush 
tumble dried scenic route 
Bolder Northward to Boulder City
the size of a town really
lets not digress now as we reach the summit
driving 5 passed the 75 mph limit
the valley below us now opens wide
now as the evening cools us
open car widows and rock anthems 
about Love, lost, and forever 'til the end of...

What happens on the way ...
if one is restless, a running mind a hamster wheel
be the silent witness observant as 
the stars that are more brilliant in the dark
highways of red white light bulbs
head and rear breaks 
polka dots of glow on the late lanes
this interstate night tour
play the mute passenger screaming loudly with your eyes
and watch and listen (black asphalt hum)
feel and sense with thoughtful heart fiber
of being as One
and as a witness must see also must know
where we're headed
Billboard signs say "Dinner & A Show"
down in the valley soon to call home...

What happens ...
to each their own manifest, 
destiny is your experience accepted
or refuse and deny your living as proof
we can tell one another how it goes
or if suddenly how it went
the words of a traveler (knows it does 
no justice) 
take a trip--find out for yourself--discover 
what was happening
now that we are closer to here
sin city neon bright
welcomes you  

heat waves and winter black ice
flash floods thunder lightning showgirls
gamblers loss of identities
sex booze DUI and Mormons doing porn
what happened?
(If not yet been had)

The artificial life and transient folk
the only bad is being good
welcomes you  
with bright lights and carousel hours
spinning tea cups and misplaced wonderment
eyes open wide asleep
loss of purpose and colorful dreams
running as one (like them)
in the hamster wheel...

Why ask --why--what happens 
when we've all been out of place
where are we now that we're here 
and its elsewhere from where we should
Desperation & Needles
black and jack and stratosphere suicides
if you look on the map 
off the walls shine and glowing 
it says "you are here"

yet we're still askance & confused
again asking
What happened ... here? 
Who were you, when? 
And again good friends to the end
still the road is paved 
with good intentions and afterglow
if you happened by 

the Strip...

© 2016 Butch Decatoria


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engaging ..thought for sure we would careen over a cliff before arriving ..asleep at the wheel ... i have never been to the "Strip" in Vegas ... have always wondered about going ..but i think that is as far as i will get ..i am too podgy and a love to stay at home ;) this line stands out for me:
" the only bad is being good" i think you say a lot with that one line :((
E.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Butch Decatoria

8 Years Ago

Thank you Mr. Noodle. It's getting way too hot to go to the desert...

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Butch Decatoria
Butch Decatoria

Las Vegas, NV



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