purgatorypoetry

[purgatorypoetry]

and you could be forgiven for feeling weightless, fluttering, under-skin butterfly wing, heartbeat and future under-feet

and the day's track on repeat, volume, a steady increase, snow and then cicada and then fire

this chorus to the unknown, this acrid tasting smoke, this withering, waning

grinding

of the bone

#poetry #i dont know what this is but its yours now

[purgatorypoetry]

been wolf awaiting moon,

cap-a-tillar, cocoon,

been words for the mouth-feel,

been a mouthful

of tongue -

and all the better to taste you with,

bowing, bending, breaking

at the word love,

honing claws beneath the sheets

teeth for carnal need -

my sometimes, huff-n-puff demeanor

your strawhouse disposition,

an apology of cog

and wheel

and gear

#poetry #I must disagree oh no sir I must say you're wrong #I don't know what this is but it's yours now

[purgatorypoetry]

a quivering island on horizon, the very muscles of the eyes strain, whole mountain ranges wane and heave,

a mass lost at sea, a volcanic peak, maybe some ship sans sail helmless, helpless, drowning the slowest death,

so many hopes in so many bottles like someone must be below deck, penmanship growing increasingly urgent

the edges of the words fallen off the page, parchment scrap, outdated map, and the scribe slips down

with monsters

#poetry #i dont know what this is but its yours now

[purgatorypoetry]

nothing ever dies

#nothing ever dies

[purgatorypoetry]

can't fit no more brass rings round the heart,

no more black hair ties round the wrist,

you ain't know its torn me all apart,

been past as good as it gets,

done been forged,

all them cheques -

all tracked through the carpet old, love you,

a thousand-thousand times before,

loved you then and still

as a dead heart still

as the deepest dark still

love you,

still

#poetry #stillness #port in storm #i dont know what this is but its yours now

[purgatorypoetry]

catch me if u can

been under-rock sleeping,

out-of-touch keeping either silent or else with

naught worth repeating

could have been dreaming,

every recollection fogged, clouded,

mirrors shrouded out of stupid superstition -

every chapter under revision,

irreverently rewritten

cross-out scribbles black-barred admissions

been poised under scrutiny,

whole crew contemplating mutiny if I said

that I was scared,

sacred, scarred and scared

would you forgive me?

quiver spent and shield bent and

my sword chipped, languishing

with all my other worldly laurels

on the mantel of a mightier man

#poetry #i dont know what this is but its yours now

[purgatorypoetry]

if I could I'd be a river,

wide and winding,

seeking, finding paths of least resistance

through the years that lie before you hewing hopes for you into the very stone -

my currents each, a prayer, a wish,

a hope and if,

if I could,

I'd be a whisper

a breath beneath beating wings,

I'd be a thermal rising, the very atmosphere consipring, carrying you, high as you would ever

dare to go -

the embrace of an endless wood, silence, peace

a blanket of budding leaves

to shield you should you choose to sleep,

and if I could,

if I could,

all the very very best of me

#poetry #fold this up and find it later

[purgatorypoetry]

the skin quake like so many roaming tectonic plate, seismographic data blinks in a thousand-thousand valleys,

peaks

rivers climbed and mountains swum, higher altitudes and lower oxygen come

what may come

dream what I can when I must

four warm walls and every one of them a trap,

closing in

that starwars scene

it was in one of the original three, but honestly too tired to even care to google it

point was I love you.

point is I loved you.

sequences and orders - questions of time like questions of space like the answering more to realize

we know nothing

and I know nothing

but that I love you.

a waning mass of entropy on bent knee and feverishly bent on thee -

burning,

candle-flickering 'cross a horizon on no spatial curve,

a vibrating particle,

slowing -

and I love you.

#poetry #this skin

[purgatorypoetry]

more jealous than I rightfully oughta be,

sunset shrouded in forbidden guise, purple-puffed shoulders at her sides,

a thousand different blades up each sleeve, worrying lowering pressure systems snaking their way from the north -

perfect prisms perforating the crystal streams

more cold on more dark and more ice in more whiskey,

every promise flung to wanting winds, to waxing grins, craning in, sinister, shrieking I mean

shrieking

#poetry #i dont know what this is but its yours now

[purgatorypoetry]

dreamed of the day you stopped loving me, mix-matched skin mish-mashed in, staple-linked, we pulled,

we stretched -

curious little beast we were, hungry and skinny and empty of everything but dream,

we slept

dreamed of the day you stopped loving me, as ugly now as then, as fearfully enchanted by burning things, gems from the heavens, the ground around us all moonscape-pocked,

we danced

#poetry

[purgatorypoetry]

that seen-behind-the-curtain sorta disenchantment, my breath shallow but pretending to be heavier, denser, I press ever-so, firmer into the earth,

perpetual and immovable -

stubborn, treebark under the knuckle skin, everything is a drum, flat palms, trodden,

everything is a nail.

every word is a rasp,

I can't sing loud enough

every step a snare

every smile is a trap

I can't sing loud enough

#i dont know what this is but its yours now

[purgatorypoetry]

Tabby's Star

if the cold don't pry it from my skin

this signal I've been sending in response to natural phenomena - prithee, bent-knee, blood pouring from a penance wound, this instinct to bow-bend-break and sacrifice,

sacrifice,

sacrifice

might be something in your orbit -

the direction of some super-magnetized pole, some rapid reciprocation tween boiling and cold, roiling turmoil and absolute-zero alone -

I keep falling back on alone, the reaching between opposing ends of cold, machinations of universal function punctuated by ripping,

tearing

petal from stem -

incanting,

loves me,

loves me not

#poetry #creative writing #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #i dont know what this is but its yours now

[purgatorypoetry]

been setting signals, orange embers tween ribs glowing,

out-of-season holiday decorations and superficial perforations and cold night, neg-red-digits in an IOU -

my skin an inflatable effigy and the fan turnt down running lower rpm in this breathless, icicle air

ten-thousand restless nights, folding wishes into tiny paper laterns, I wait,

token clutched to chest pending news, any, crawling my way back always from some hostile place

some miserable, quadropedal curr,

I shelter at your door and I purr, begging, some soft, warm place to heal

pleading

a mouthful, subsistence

a prayer stolen from the very stars

#poetry

[purgatorypoetry]

in for a penny but pending the whole pound, a buck seventy-three for who's asking - could be the rusted hood of an eighty-something ford warm against the small of my back against the chill of an early january night

a foreign daymonthyear and decade looming o'er horizon, fading blinding lights, could be a passing voice, echo, babbling, muted, rising current against a thinning veil of ice,

and mama said 'if you can't say nothin nice' -

been lips pursed against winds cursed to carry the pyre smoke back to me

coughing, a rite of refusing,

this daylight burning same as it did when alive

#poetry

[purgatorypoetry]

wrap the hours around me

hemmed and suspended and measured just above the hips,

that measure

just above the hips, a sway to a song that quit playing minutes ago

cigarettes outside kinda classy

december leers, bares fanged ice sickle teeth but it ain't her fault -

born with that through-you sorta gaze but still,

those eyes,

felt less like falling lately.

if the label ain't black n gold just paint it -

whiskey n water

a bite burnt down to a nibble but still,

consumed all the same

#poetry

[purgatorypoetry]

and to the vestiges of refuge - the hours saved sacred between shifts -

and of said shifts, each, tectonic and cataclysmic -

and the same save the shaking of a breath,

of perhaps two

.

perhaps mine against yours

#poetry #i dont know what this is but its yours now #im still alive fuckers

[purgatorypoetry]

eyes on horizon

equal parts lost and found

less where I been and more where I'm going, less where I'm going and more how I'm gettin' there

you gettin me? --

first amongst men, lord, forget me, forgive me, give me

room to breathe easy again, mountains and plains, prairies and deserts the same - questions

and yes I meant every word

little boy lost that I am, struggles of what it means to be a man

value in the fruit of my hands, wagging of my tongue

my mind and all your buttons

come undone

#poetry #creative writing #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #i dont know what this is but its yours now