Butch Decatoria : Writing

Fog . Recovery . Dementia . (Cinquains)

Fog . Recovery . Dementia . (Cinquains)

A Poem by Butch Decatoria


3 Cinquains... or at least attempts at it.
Party 'N' Play

Party \\\'N\\\' Play

A Poem by Butch Decatoria


1. you are a part of the exotic elite / full of verility yet, almost venerable to the carnal gravity these projectile practices, poolside after y..
Chocolate

Chocolate

A Poem by Butch Decatoria


Does not need to be neitherwhether dark, milky,brown orwhite they all arepleasantlike smooth footsteps upon the tongue plush / sweet : ..
Recovering The Sense of Self

Recovering The Sense of Self

A Poem by Butch Decatoria


Now that we are lungs of our own, no longer governed by each other or good-humored light, angled to make him beautiful; I leave, tightly grappled ..
I Need Like...

I Need Like...

A Poem by Butch Decatoria


I. i needa man with intelligence enough to understand the idiosyncrasies of an early morning wake-up f**k who has the skills of a pornstar ye..
Not Much For Explicits

Not Much For Explicits

A Poem by Butch Decatoria


ask myself why i doubthim so, wherehe goes on quick tip-toed explanations of whyhe must, what good it does me and who it is, by chance,he will ..
In Sadness & Courage

In Sadness & Courage

A Poem by Butch Decatoria


awake in unusal hours my midnight wyrm slithers to squirm in our restless bed his fiery head in water downed dreams, almost thrashing about mag..
One of The Most Difficult Things

One of The Most Difficult Things

A Poem by Butch Decatoria


One of few words that has no other definition but itself both written and referenced as itself with many synonyms similar yet adds a shade not qu..
I Want No More...

I Want No More...

A Poem by Butch Decatoria


I want no more of these clues leftinconsiderately to be foundfastidiously like serendipity revealed... I want no more of my own thoughts clawin..
My Lips

My Lips

A Poem by Butch Decatoria


(Alternate title: BRUCE)