![]() TweakerA Poem by Butch Decatoria
They call him "Tweaker"
Those in the neighborhood of Spring Mountain and Desert Inn, those who pace the same streets and sleep in the same block. He's ironic and contradictory, calling everyone he happens by "Slim" his emasciated smile black potholes and pyrite is as genuine as his intentions shaming traffic with his sadness cardboard paper signs "Just trying to get something to eat" There should be a question mark My exclamation point No excuse not to give... So here you are "slim" collecting the guilt All the dollars a day in your concrete quilt and red shopping cart... Caught red handed behind 7-11 In the alley (cats avoid) with a dub, a dime, or nickle sac god smacked... carrying conversations With / a / no one... © 2016 Butch DecatoriaReviews
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1 Review Added on December 9, 2016 Last Updated on December 9, 2016 Author![]() Butch 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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