PARADIGM

PARADIGM

A Poem by Butch Decatoria

 

Paradigm
The heavy dust from dry summers
Selling Chiclets inside the rim of a sombrero
 
Tortured attire of woolen rainbow
Poncho pleaded to appear a lowly vagabond
 
By an uncle who seeds alleyways
Clothed in his tequila stench;
 
Instructed by an aunt, obese from endless
Refried beans and Uno-Vision sopas,
 
“Chiclets! �"at the top of your lungs, mejo!”
Louder, as the weight of the dust�"devils possess
 
His voice : a squeaking version of itself,
Coughing at the same spot �" in Tijuana’s
 
Miserable, the invisible, at market,
Dirt in his tears, no longer noticed too often cried;
 
There is no need to pretend how lowly
Or dirty his juvenile face has smeared :
 
A clown of earthen make-up, in misery’s portrait
To example the tender, the precious,
 
Have been left to pander for love at sale,
A paradigm of angels, fallen with their truths,
 
Deep into formidable fate’s hell
Here, he is not above the silence
 
But he must live in it, live to tell;
How wishes often are made without a well.

© 2014 Butch Decatoria


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The resilience and the resourcefulness of people is brought to the fore in the fight just to survive. This is very strong in its imagery,non-judgemental in its telling and very thought-provoking.
Excellent style and content PF.


Posted 9 Years Ago


A well penned wish If ever there was one to wish for minus the well in which the coin would be tossed.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Butch Decatoria

10 Years Ago

Thank you for your review, much appreciated.
realmwriter

10 Years Ago

You're most welcome my friend.
A splendid rea and write. I like the story-type aspect of this one too...Bravo

Posted 11 Years Ago


Butch Decatoria

11 Years Ago

Thanks for your reviews always appreciated
Sami Khalil

11 Years Ago

My pleasure, sir...:)
I'm glad you have seen this, and commented on it plainly, so that we can see what trails in our wake. I've seen it; it's a form of begging, mostly children, but some men let go their souls for a penny, and, caught at the event horizon of a whirlpool, they never get away...

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Holy crap,
this is the stuff of legends.
Great job.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Butch Decatoria
Butch Decatoria

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