Hotels, Love And Poetry

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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

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