Purgatory

No wonder I couldn’t satisfy,
all the shit we’ll never go through,
all the lives we’ll never live through
are becoming very clear
in the fading light.
Purple
and orange
and black
and I could see all the things we try to hide.
But in the end it was just you
and the dance that will have to carry me through.
Without exception,
you were the most exquisite addition,
and I’m hanging my head low to the second floor,
not much space (roaches don’t mind),
even less light (not quite blind).
And I’ll hang my head low to the second floor
where at least admission’s free,
and I’m never underdressed for the party that doesn’t end.
The dancing days weren’t over
but the songs stuck on repeat,
so pinch my arms and make me bleed,
make me wonder,
make me see,
make me know why I escape harm
when the song’s just about over.
Help me find my own brand of r[p]ain,
(this beer tastes like piss) and help me raise my head,
(I think it is piss) not to the heavens,
(tear addled piss) I won’t aim so high,
but off the second floor,
off the earth,
away from the hearth,
and maybe it won’t be so bad
to die.

Purgatory

Dave Legere

Joined January 2008

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poem practice…clearly I’m having a hard time getting any real work done today

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