Bandage My SuspicionsA Poem by Butch Decatoriamy words are mummified by his release cream pied insides / i stew with scents of strangers on his nape / trapped in a sarcophagi, my bandaged suspicions...
like post-its throughout / the finger-printed day clues are left here and there they say / nothing, but mean everything worried yellow whispers turning me / insane.
i become removed from our daily cheer a raven on the books, a stare in space / evermore dispising my own worst enemy / myself / unsure of my security; my future now like butterflies in a twister, never more...
who & where & why & when my phone calls multiply, begin to get ignored your spare times noted / a queasy heart, a heavy stomach how would Sherlock solve / you, so impressive
the mystery / is only in my head, he says, should i or would i or could i / even progress / to beg if it means the utter end of all my things i say nothing but mean everything
as i rip away the water-proof band-aid the pain / for an instant / stings... i scream inside my head, and my heart stops for dead i say nothing and mean everything... walking away! leaving you... I heal. Saying nothing / Meaning everything
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3 Reviews Added on May 29, 2008 Last Updated on November 14, 2014 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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