Memories In Purgatory

"MEMORIES IN PURGATORY" your poetry will be around long after you’re gone Eddie. they’ll help many, they’ll bring many back to life, they’ll bring many to understand that you understand them. it’ll make some men wish they were you and some women wish you were still alive. but that isn’t until after you’re gone Eddie. your audience hasn’t been born yet but when they are, they will read about your heartache, your small vices of happiness, your ability to love, the observation wheel, the drinks, the smokes, the purple roses, the plaid skies, the red wine, the drives during your graveyard shifts and the lights of the city you hoped would consume you. even the burnt face that wore a wool fedora, staring at you from the walls asking you just what in the hell you were doing. out of all of it, many will find something in each line and you’ll live forever. even the times you had to impale your tongue with a spike just to keep the woman you loved and times you removed it to save someone. everything will live forever. they’ll find something in all of the sickness that has kept you writing. you stay in bed and she smiles. she gets ready. the eternal search. everyone is looking at her now. except me. I’m waiting. By: Chicano Eddie