Perdition : Writing

Voice

Voice

A Poem by Perdition


Alone, I go into this wilderness naked...It is not for returning that compels or worries but for a splinter.Dark now assummer slows, and perhaps that ..
The Walk

The Walk

A Poem by Perdition


It’s easy reallyFirst the door, then the handle, the crooked mat where wind has shook itshand, then out into the street where the first thing is..
The Price of Thursday

The Price of Thursday

A Poem by Perdition


The hours from my mind burn towards a strange odd languageeach day seeming farther away, willingly into the mental canyonI hear their lost voices gath..
Insomniac

Insomniac

A Poem by Perdition


We are the strangest question by farit’s easy to neglect this, easy toslip away down to something quite sacred,something other than the potion i..
A Confession

A Confession

A Poem by Perdition


Dare I tell you? There is never but one true course.My answers float in riddles, your questions pool as rain. It’s the reverie we can’t ex..
Guitarra

Guitarra

A Poem by Perdition


I see your brown shy outlinesprawled along the drunk muddy floormocking this composer and hobo of midnight serenitiesstrange infinite houryou raise my..
Foggy Wednesday

Foggy Wednesday

A Poem by Perdition


There was a time I may have considered ita time when the sound of it draped like Spanish mosswheneverything appeared benevolentwhen the broken seams i..
The clock

The clock

A Poem by Perdition


There was a clock I rememberA silver marking from the sun companyYou told me not to go and I was cordial to the causeSaturday was nothing againcards a..
Voyeur

Voyeur

A Poem by Perdition


She takes the sun by its heartleaves it spinning in peculiar emotionStars know we have no other means but to ponderI think..
 Branch

Branch

A Poem by Perdition


In the last of hours given daylight with a language only spoken from the stars I asked the winter, down from the mountain for a cup of granite ..

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