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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1 Review Added on September 17, 2016 Last Updated on September 17, 2016 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..Writing
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