Tangerine

Tangerine

A Poem by Perdition

There may well be

an infinite number of ways

to cast the wound 


An infinite number to 

bleed the cold journey 


But I know of only this 

when made in all certainty 

come morning 

death or night 


Burnt names in hand


Deceased to process

the feeble corpse 

tossed over piles once heaven 

by your fangs 


It is the mark of a lesser angel 

that wills your way

© 2025 Perdition


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Perdition

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Tangerine, tangerine, living reflections from a dream I was her love she was my queen and now a thousand years between....
The best side of any Led Zeppelin album....Hats off to Roy Harper, That's the Way, Gallow's Pole.
and what a great poem....when the lesser angel wills your way...there is still hope for redemption.
j.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Perdition

7 Months Ago

Eight albums! I wonder if you remember "Achilles' Last Stand", "Presence". The album that started th.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

7 Months Ago

Oh yes, just this past week I listened to all 8 albums in my car on CD. I liked Presence...I liked a.. read more
Perdition

7 Months Ago

Whoa, Devout!! And quite an admirable feat, cause that's at least a month..hahaha. At that time, eve.. read more

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