Purgatory

 
 
 
 
 
 
Half a mind for morning swill,
purging shine 'til ticking clock-
angry fate of oddment dawn
nights that wrench in nerve & bile...
 
piecework prize of chill & sigh
 
damn a soul to dusky brush,
stinging blaze of jackleg grace-
rack-rent sty in warbling brain
days in ice & empty wile...
 
feckless flight feels full & high
 
feague the way in grey retrace,
sharpened sticks for sport or point-
shares the void with bug or sign
eidolon by rote or mile...
 
restless plight of hill & sky
 
fugue state fall for molten grave,
throng of face for numbing pride-
take a lead with gist & frown
bleeding taste of kill & smile...
 
thumb a lace of dial & scry
 
strain a thought to nightly fill,
tripping reigns 'til race & slake-
reckless wrath for fateful dawn
days of dreck with rank & file
 
waiting gaze is naught to die,
 
strigoi shine of mindful eye.