Purgatory Inn and no place to go…..
I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.
Bartender keep them coming.
They love the big tippers.
Purgatory Inn is open early and closes late.
Safe place for a man who wants nothing.
I roll the simple purple stone in my hand.
An old souvenir from a old war,
a purple crystal given to me by a kind memory.
Now feeling like a brick,
so heavy with sadness and loss.
I hold the necklace like a rare stone.
The necklace is pretty worthless in value.
Except to my heart and memory.
I remember when a beautiful red haired girl took the necklace
off my neck. Put it on around her neck. Promised me forever.
Then wrapped her body around me.
She whispered. “Live with me and be my love.”
Blind obsession led me into the splendor of passion and desire.
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