Tweaker

Tweaker

A 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 Decatoria


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A good story with much to learn about and appreciate. You can be a wonderful story teller....:::))))

Posted 8 Years Ago


Butch Decatoria

8 Years Ago

Thank you, I think so too, but I have issues with impatience and completion... I appreciate you sayi.. read more
Sami Khalil

8 Years Ago

You are welcome. Happy holidays. ..::::)))

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Butch Decatoria
Butch Decatoria

Las Vegas, NV



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