MOTEL OF THE MIND

like on magnetic tape

the flock wallpapers 

delicate fibres
recorded the essence & lexicon

of guests long checked out

~

& these ghosts & echoes 

go about their days
in a looping playback
of overlapping samples

forever overbooking

me with memories

in the motel of the mind

BEERS IN THERE

you took down a curtain

you think you did it careful
you used it as blanket
for an armchair bed

you done worse

you egged the kitchen ceiling

you wake
its shit


~

other stay-over guests

tolerant / wary guests

climb on stools 

& chip dried egg 

from the ceiling

with wood spatulas 

you share a look

you cant help

its shit

& you know 

beers in there

SMALL ORDER

after
my guests drove away
perched
perfectly 
in
profile
like 
a 
pamphlet picture   
i
picked up a small Ikea pencil
    from
    the 
    kerb 
and put it 
    in the 
    kitchen drawer 

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