![]() PARADIGMA 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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