in a hotel away from eyes
Episode description
‘in a hotel away from eyes’
the haunt is recognizable staring back
i know this from when i was young
the father, the son, neither ever holy,
like stray dogs followed the ghost
of which so many but now only one.
the watch gone missing
though like cicadas the spinning hands
buzzed and interrupted unseen thoughts,
until finally manifested too late.
“i don’t want to die”
but by then cancer claimed him,
a cheap stripper
breasts squeezed together for a last fleshly feel.
lately my watch
has been slipping down my wrist.
maybe he never had time
to think it through but i have,
and once they get past
the do not disturb sign
they’ll find me jesus on the cross,
and they’ll say
this is the exact time he went done,
last dollar looking to be broken
from his mouth.
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