hotel deaths are so overdramatic
Jun 2, 2014

hotel deaths are so overdramatic
they're just random people who checked in for a day's rest that just happened to last forever

and hotel suicides
home's not a five star

but all of the murders
because they were still found
after they shaved half their heads
and dyed what's left red
and changed their names
and wore green contacts
and hurried the fuck up to hide

hotels are petri dishes for killing bacteria.

inspired by a newspaper article or two
#death   #hotel  
Nov 5, 2014

Revolving doors
drugs and drank
the combination of it all began to stank.

Dirty beds
body heat and ashe covered sheets
greasy take out, we usally eat.

Strange rooms
bic lighters, smoke, and incense
last check in with my innocence.

May 10, 2015

"Dammit, I am certain I have a reservation here"
"Sir, I think maybe you have a stay some where near?"
After this latest crazy guest, I'm gonna need a beer.
Check everybody in.
Throw more towels in the bin.
Out through the door, let out a cheer.

Limerick challenge
limping from hotel to hotel
Anna Mosca
Anna Mosca
Apr 4, 2015


should have taken one

picture as i walked in

bed spread tight

all folded and straight

me dog tired

before a long hot shower

cramped in one tomorrow

with everything i own

spreaded wastly around

a colorful explosion

I will walk around

picking up the pieces

stepping on geography

not singing over maps

using a finger

to caress a route and  

the thought of you

limping from hotel to hotel

and a sleeping bag

go away

artists’ lives are messy

it’s a known fact

the walls are disheveled

would I have some glue

to nail you there and there

I will hop around happily

tattooing words about us

and hiding some

under letters

From The London Hours Collection
#love   #life   #tattoo   #tired   #hotel   #artist   #maps   #geography  
you're hotel despondent,
Madison Jade Gardner

To compare you to a summers eve
wouldn't serve the justice,
but when your heart is open
I know your years are numbered.

One after another
they parade in your life
pillaging, stealing, burning
your eternal happiness

I'm worshiping at your alter
and keeping tabs
on your little sadnesses
but you're on your knees beside her.

I only want to see you happy
oh, how comical.
You didn't try
and you don't care.

I see pity in your eyes,
and rage rises,
because I'm not one to be pitied
or made a fool of.

And yet you make me one,
every time.
A little girl, it seems,
gawking at an idol.

I won't do this anymore,
I've suffered my damages
paid my fines
and checked out

So bring your guests,
have your parties,
lay your heart out
I wont pick up your pieces.

Because my love,
as much as it hurts,
you're hotel despondent,
and I won't be staying anymore.

The Stardust Inn had no sails of silk.

The wooly sheets chafed his sunburnt face. He couldn’t sleep with all those demons glaring at him. The bitch maids never washed the blankets and they stank like dead goats. Nobody ever cleaned his room, or bothered to replace the soap, or replace the dead lightbulbs, or fix the faulty ceiling fan.

The potpourri made the goat smell worse, somehow.

Dead goat. Dead flowers. Dead people. Dead tired.

It was hard to mend a broken soul, surrounded by such paper-thin walls. He’d lay listening to men and women shuffle horizontally, sweating and thrusting themselves raw beneath the scratchy sheets in the bed next door.

A cockroach scurried away across the carpet, over the bare foot of the Ghost where it sat crooked upon a chair in the dark. He always wanted to tell that Ghost, if it’d just fix its posture it might get some rest – but instead, never said anything at all.

The woman next door out-moaned the wind. He looked up at the Ghost, and the Ghost at him with large black eyes. He could almost hear that tortured spirit say;

“Now you know what I’ve had to deal with.”

#ghost   #sex   #hotel   #stardust   #haunted  
In a hotel that looked real nice
Roger Turner - Poet

Thirty years had passed me by
I was approaching fifty one
For my birthday I thought I would go
to New York and take my son
I'd been there once many years ago
When my boy was not yet born
With his mother gone, I thought it time
To go back there with my son
I checked the web and booked a room
In a hotel that looked real nice
It was just three blocks from Broadway
I guess I should have checked it twice
We flew on in from Michigan
We were set to see some games
We would also go to Broadway
And see some plays with some big names
I should have seen it coming
Problems arising from the start
Our plane was late in leaving
They had crashed the luggage cart
An hour to reload it
Got us off and in the air
With a strong tail wind behind us
The pilot said we'd soon be there
We landed at the airport
Waited forty minutes for our bags
You see, when they loaded us in Detroit
They forgot to fasten all our tags
We went outside to get a cab
We were almost to our stop
We would find the Biltmore Hotel
My young son and me...his pop
We told the taxi driver
To the Biltmore Hotel please
He said "Sir, are you certain"
"They've had bed bugs and there's fleas"
"I checked it on the internet"
"It looked nice and was cheap"
The driver said "OK Sir,"
"But, the's a heap!"
I thought a bit, but said...."come on"
"It cannot be that bad"
But as we pulled of Broadway
The neighborhood looked quite sad
The street was dark and nondescript
there was no one to be found
Except for idle yelling
You could not hear a sound
Windows were all boarded up
The farther we went east
I thought, for thugs and hoodlums
this street would yield a feast
I thought the cabbie might be right
A new hotel we'd get
But, I still had not decided
Even though the streeted was quite the threat
The sign outside the hotel
Was burned out in some spots
But, I guess from our reaction
We both deserved what we had got
I told the cabbie, do not stop
Just floor it and we'll go
The sign outside the Biltmore
lit up as "BI T MO HO"
I wasn't gonna stay there
We went back and made it quick
Just looking at the Biltomre
Well, it really made me sick
I learned one thing this trip
Next time, I'll call ahead
And won't book at the "BIT MO HO"
For I might just wake up dead.

#funny   #new   #america   #family   #hotel   #humor   #birthday   #york   #bonding   #biltmore  
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