It took forever for the hot water to get up to my room 
Every hotel I get a room in the hot water takes forever to get to me
I'm not kidding 
And I'm on like the 3rd floor, not the 12th or the 32nd
The hotels I stay in don't have 12 stories and definitely don't have 32

But the view was ok
The roof of the lobby had a lot of things going on
Like big fans and motors and pipes
And water in big puddles
All the hotels I stay in have a lot of water in big puddles
They really do

But the girl at the check-in counter really knew what she was doing
She checked me in real quick 
And she was friendly
Most check-in girls are not friendly at all
They act like you're a inconvenience to their job
Which is checking people in to the hotel
Check-in guys too

But when they're nice it makes everything seem not so shady 
I hate it when people treat you like you're invisible
It makes me feel like they can't see me
It really gets annoying after a while
Like all they see is a big fan and a lot of water in a big puddle

It really does

Some are my
angels
Halo'd and winged

Others my
demons
Horned and singed

These words I speak of,
these ill-fated feti,
doomed remnants on the yellowed page.
Lie lonely,
and shawled

      found in attics and cobwebbed mem'ries long gone
      in scrapbooks and photos of loved ones moved on

Wicked words can devour
the feeble and weak
as they bump into walls in the night.
Sightless,
and hushed

Yet there was once a vision
They once had a voice
And I am not God.
The weak make their own choice

I rarely understand,
or, in any case,
I am the last to understand

a stream flows for the first time, trickling up from earth
air, hushed in the still of night,
then puff, a breeze

O' to witness that glorious space in time
a river magically unfolds, alive
wind, from nothing, begins to blow
a flame arises, unbidden
a universe bangs big

our hearts beat as one,
As we fall in love
for the first time

All over again.


njcoleman    march 2025