Motel ∞

colleseum
 
He was her emotional

whore

a crutch

that fixes
 
 
 
 
the worst kept

(impeccable dream)

Quickie

to a•Muse

for a rhyme

as she—he

but her tricks

>while heady<

left her

crumpled as

towels long thrown

tacky, too

like neOn

arrowing eXits

from an

eLephant show

pink, grey,

in house & out

but stage struck by grieF

a hard act to follow with credible bravado,

Hotel California…

*pOOf*

caned her, but collected her,

like those little shampoos

and soaps you never use–

curtain-calling the lather of a

1 man show.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

One Response to “Motel ∞”

  1. Paints images in my mind. “crumpled towel” Wow. Nice job!

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