Last River Crossed

Last River Crossed

A Poem by Perdition

Call me away

call me to a depth I’ve never betrayed

call us into unjustified views

black alley moonlit framed

draped in elegant scribe

soothe me in nude Indonesian memories 

stand in the shadows of dark market bath house steams

calling my name out through your hollow breasts as if I knew

breathing the last invidious unknowns

talking yourself into every last riddle you've cried

i was a tourist and willing 

you were the master of seams

the angel of make believe

daring me in to conceive


do you remember the last river crossed

it was as easy as the summer of Lent in the green hacienda

the clerk with his ill lit lines

your eyes well slipped under his and both of us undefined

weighing each word with our Americana style

till later our love seeped into the dark murk and bay

 you removed me into consciousness 

removed me with a single word 

and I remembered why I was ever born

the heretic made and tossed into a blunt lamp fog 

where you found and gave my life a name

and I walked across the river alone

 filled with the pretense of an actual cleansing

© 2019 Perdition

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Honestly, the language is so smooth, yet beautifully serpentine!

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1 Year Ago

Thank you so very much Esther for such a kind as generous review! Looking forward to reading your po.. read more

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You're welcome!
That was an awesome read , the last four lines stand out but the whole as a hole of actual cleansing, loved the use of language, would not attempt to summarize your writing, just enjoyed big time,

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1 Year Ago

Appreciate the visit and kind words...thanks and glad to hear you enjoyed it...greatest of praise I .. read more
Damn...damn...damn!! This takes me back to a time when I immersed myself in the discovery of poets...still ongoing by the way...who wrote what they felt in a curiously mystic kind of way...not caring if the reader grasps the meaning or not. The oblique references of Bob Dylan or an Al Purdy or Leonard Cohen...even McKuen that infused many a night in the 60's with a rawness that is missing now...or is definitely hard to find until now.
This piece is one I understand all too is the beginning of an adventure... a search for truth in what we do and who we are...a journey of transcendence.

A good write.

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Wait... We're suppose to care? Oh crap!..well back to the drawing board..haha. Truly some wonderful .. read more
I'll start with a disclaimer that I'm not very good at nuanced writing. I am not getting an overall picture of what this romantic involvement looks like, but I'm getting what it feels like. It seems like you're writing in a disguised shorthand, referring to events that must be clear to the narrator, but not clear to me. Just little glimpses of how these two ended up in this spot. And a few lines really resonate for me, such as: "talking yourself into every last riddle you've cried" . . . these brilliant flashes of clarity are, for me, the stand-out part of your message (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

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Ever wake up one morning just not start to think (my first and best mistake) about how e.. read more

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Sorry...I meant may kill me now ;)

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Since I was a math & science nerd (majored in engineering), I missed the part where all these artist.. read more
"in the search for Love".

This takes two parts for me, Your crying scream in the first two lines, shouting out from the depth the truer Truth, and I don't know how You did it in just these two ones, putting Love at its right place, boundless, faithfully timeless, then You took us with Your journey of Your lost Love and pain, of rising in Love and through pain, and here You are, still believing in Your first two lines, even though that You've walked alone without her, I feel this is about You rising up and up, while she is left behind because she doesn't want that, she wants to stay at a certain level, sometimes when You are a person who grows and grows, and never stop growing, it's hard to stay with someone who is not the same as You are, no matter how much You love them. fine reading full with emotions and depths. well done Joe!

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nor I'm surprised at all, to see You vast wisdom and depths revealed here again, You hide them well .. read more

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A shared novel between Mr. Burroughs and Kerouac ...not their best and released after they died as w.. read more

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are those the same writes You told me about before those whom got famous with their novel after they.. read more

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Added on May 16, 2019
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