![]() Las VegasA Poem by Butch Decatoria![]() My previous home, playground, and punishing prison... how do I love and hate all that it has given me, then procedes to take away...![]() among these godly spires streets that harvest tourists from afar pockets romancing neon s***s and slots our tables laid out to serve them sliding doors and rollercoasters they are mine i dwell in their butterfly wings with others who can stand the fat rain and desert hail in spring skeletal skeins of lightning life, i am on-watcher...
sleep stealing summers heat so disfiguring, no longer listening to cassettes in the car melted like Dali art the sun is a horrible comedian... our winters are kite killing my nose feels as if locked by samsonite and the wind factor is no joke...
among these lit boxes copy cats and volcanic hopes, through trials and tides of creative construction many still stand erect gambling on dreams on days unkind, and i am unicorn losing / winner / coming out un-even alive enjoying her admirable rivers of new peoples and foods fire-breathing signs she has many stories beneathe her evening skin and silver teeth but i am young when she flashes me underground and glowing candies... las vegas is my grease and seductive Sandy... © 2008 Butch DecatoriaReviews
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4 Reviews Added on June 11, 2008 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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