NOTES FROM A MOTEL IN JERSEY (poem)

Went to a carnival
Visions of Technicolor back alleys
Strewn with dog guts and gasoline
I never won a prize before

This is a terrible day to be alive
Got no money to spend
No women to buy
And no pills

I check again
Make sure the door is locked

Time and space drip
From the moldy faucet
I wash my face
And burn my eyes with yellow soap

Lines of mildew
Like green cocaine
She snorted
Next to a red septic tank

There are peacocks in the walls
Telling me to shit in the bathtub

Betrayed by a crispy and burnt bible
Words from a whore whispered
Smothered in champagne
I check again
Make sure the door is locked

There’s a peepshow down the street
Crusty birdcalls and syringes
Coalescing into syrupy payment
For services rendered

Smoke, eat, sleep
And wake up
I always have that dream
That smells like a perfumed cunt

There are pancakes in the walls
Telling me to shit the bed

Check-out time
Eleven A.M
Burnt sunshine drilling a hole
In a drunken skull

Pack the bag
With teeth, hair,
butterscotch,
And obscene thoughts