by M.P. Powers
I feel like some lowly strip mall
the windows barred up and half the lights
I FEEL LIKE ALL THE SLOP STUCK TO ALL THE PLATES
CHOKE-AND-PUKE IN DEUTSCHLAND.
I feel normal
today is my last day
here, and tomorrow? My life will begin
again. Or fail to begin again.
My fault, I know...
But either way
listening to the beautiful German chambermaids
down the hallway.
Dreaming of the one that knocked on my door
with the long amazonian
and short powderblue
She gave me soap & towels
and smiled at me
suggestively (I thought)
and that was enough...
I open a little bottle of Jagermeister.
I hate Jager
but seeing it downstairs in the hotel vending machine
in all its coughsyrupy
I couldn't resist.
Especially after weinerschnitzel and four large steins
of the local
courtesy of my soon-to-be defunct
I take a sip.
Rip open the curtain...
There's a factory out there.
The sky is completely overcast.
Feels like I'm in