My Non-Other Me (spoken word)

My Non-Other Me (spoken word)
By Butch Decatoria

Leave behind such face/
Book dependencies / the addictive additives
In cyber web paradigms
The pages without turning
Tree skins / and doors to red rooms
Price and bargaining
Again after that
mind's blown my own
To finally have
Known

Sure, they gave a billion
To theirs
The mobs invested
Making rich those atop the pyramid
Inventor of a log / a rhythm / rolling
One's and zero's

Now two / later three

Bytes the Nth
mega giga terra
meta zed
Physics bits
Your name is a coin
In VR

You
Plus infinite
Sex
Ads for the upper echelon
Another plane
Light'ning catches
Fire
The .com pheromone
The internet was made for
Porn...

Vendors selling airwaves
To the thirsty
Low on HP
Low T
And A's

Tag them and collars
"junkie"
"She's Cray Cray"

for Yves st. Laurent
Fashion
Bleed
Proud
For bags
"Be Prada" devilish...

(Passionate for always shopping)

Hooked
Trending now
The acid rain...

And as a poet
like most addicts,
Not wit
Or swift to seeing
20/20
Foresight

To have not known
Our common logic gone lost
The white blinding
Not a light
Happy to pursue
Joyful is the chase

When it comes to
Fairness
Of all ours
Equal opportunities
Better that we should
Have
Known.

The irony, its truth...

Possessing
When they had it all that time

"What's that?"
Nothing dears

It's not important,
it's only air
And water and land
Milk and honey
Money pit sink holes
And solar flares

Your home
Your soul
Su casa

"God did not
no such darn thing
He gave them s**t!
They own not us
They own
Nothing!"

Says me maw
and heehaw
In their Caribbean spa....

Who dat in there?

The cyber wars
So long ago tomorrow's
Been won,
Big brother's page
Is chalk lines full
Of all our pictures
And conversations
radio static
Lo a rhythm of old
Dots and
Dashes
Sos

"God help them, mother /he said
If he gets angry so hot
Come from the Apple's
i Cloud
He might...holy
S**t
Aye caramba!"

The end

Will

Be it thunderous

Frozen still
Awoke
Now
That
we let go
Of greed / malicious lust /
the listlessness

The hunger
Of mine minds mines
The business of
Heaviness
Their currencies of make believe
The reality
That we slave...

We are
A kind
(Murders of the Chiefs)

Now out with "old hat"
A.i. Simon says

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Juke joints
Hip

Hops on
"I think I can
I think I can -- Blogs"

A you tube channel for
All
Joses who can see

Jiggle jangling
Jugs
and tambourines
Shake it out
Walk it off
An de Le

I miss my space,
Something for Reals
Where I can place
The pieces of my life
The art I write
The movie of my reality tv

Lets kik it / lets snap chat

In my spoken word
Get to know
who I be

Hello my name is __
Poet

My Non-other, Me...



(#420today)