Art Thine!

Art Thine!

A Poem by Butch Decatoria

Inferno

Noon o'clock in Sin

City heatwave,

Sirens glaringly shrill

from a distance

our world

Like some distant memory

sounds of no one panics

Emergencies as common vitamins

like local topical

Anesthesia...

We've become

Familiar, indifferent,

to the hum

Drums, cymbals clash crescendoes

Shatters

Just background noise

As siren songs

Beckons

The shrill of metropolis

Sin City noons

The ambulance carries

Life / away

The distances between us

Is the numb we feel

Angrily congealed.

Anesthesia.

Locale : no where's.

A no one in a sea

of fine faces

As human as mine

Kind

Yet many yet recognize

Beauty of all one

Shine

an ocean of individual and lonely

Life

Eyes so so wide

Noon day Suns' / Alive

and Golden
(Art) Thine!



(flesh from Light)

© 2016 Butch Decatoria


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Very nice poem! You are very creative with your vocabulary, I hope you continue to write!

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Butch Decatoria
Butch Decatoria

Las Vegas, NV



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