Cigarettes

Cigarettes

A Poem by Butch Decatoria

The bowl of a glass ashtray
on the night-stand
is brimming with cigarette
butts and burnt tobacco.

This is what wasted 
time looks like.

Grey songs
of a caged bird:
ashes and cigarette butts

© 2016 Butch Decatoria


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Added on September 13, 2016
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Butch Decatoria
Butch Decatoria

Las Vegas, NV



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