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Sunday, June 7, 2015

HOTEL PARADISE

by Jay Passer

bent back on the edge of the bed
at the Hotel Paradise.

the hum of garbage truck alleyway
vibrates oily
windowpane,
arms itch, lungs wheeze
a rope dangles off a fire escape.

some moon somewhere
curtains fall at twilight
cheap pulp stokes the flames
before the mirror.

hotel deduced by dusty corridors
as
cop helicopters hound rooftops
naturally scheming,
a tiresome bone fracture
metatarsal ache
across worn carpeting,
welcome
to the truth.

bold as a body done believing
in daydreams of the heart,
sump pump of love
hospitalized.

the blinking lights behind cityscape
fallen from charred cave wall-
you asked for it.

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