The Idea Of. (2008) Poem by Butch Decatoria

so far, alone
in days of want
in nights of hollow wish
i can not shake the hush
seems everyone has someone, and
the idea oflove
acosts me
in images / in noise
a couple embracing in the park
sharing secret meanings
between their kiss
as i wander / thirsty / as i walk...

so far, a rogue
with my own scars of battles lost
searching for a second soul
to drive me crazy
to annoy me / to know
craving an odor
a touch / a somebody
who never asks too much
talk about with my Martini friends
and co-workers who color
at hearing of what positions
we partook
of last night's meal...

so far, self-gratification
a quick, crude cuisine
compared to the exotic dish of another's flesh,
i won't just settle
so still sleep alone
hermit with a t.v. dinner
longing / a wish / that love:
a bed / the idea of:
Someone
to call
home...
(gonna learn how to cook
Eating alone)