photo by Tracey Emin
I laid under my bed for a week
making jazz and poetry
depressed
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Sunday, March 9, 2014
ROOM 1403
photo Lee Plaza Hotel.by Bonnie Bleeccher
ROOM 1403
in that drunken room
where the pulled down curtains
would hide his gloom
as the flamingos danced
drinking with loneliness
where his psyche was senseless
and the whiskey made him wise
he sang with the angels
he always sat in his big chair
getting ready for the next one
always surprised with the laughter
from he room next door
he never turned on the TV
so he stared at the light bulb
remembering his younger days
with no concept of failure
he never spoke
as he talked with his poems
forgetting his assured success
would never make him rich
he had such great fun in that room
dancing with the flamingos
singing with the angels
staring at the light bulb
and writing that last poem
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