Doldrums in a Hotel World,
caught in a net too fine to rip,
legless stockings and whiskers
roam the northern town;
neon lights before carpeted dreams,
crumpled foil and spoon for breakfast,
lunch
supper,
super-safe matches always on hand
to light up the world
outside the Hotel.

Doldrums, in a world of spoons
on dark domesticated streets,
curtains drawn and blinds folded
too private a world for forks,
storks come and go
as the grass grow
in attics covered by melted snow,
on dark domesticated streets.

Doldrums with sticky fingers,
a taste of alloy on dreaming lips,
pride long lost and skies hanging low
no height ,no high, high enough
to cross the empty streets
span the clouds
far beyond the Hotel’s reach
of a neon-lit northern town.

Doldrums in the world of others,
dull drums play the marching songs
of street cleaners sweeping
cleansing, purging the poor
the shaking the breaking
from every space ever claimed
••• — — — •••
in the Hotel World in the northern town
of your choosing.

Doldrums in a Hotel World,
legless ripped tights
whiskers in neon lights
carpeted dreams on crumbling soil
the spoon a foil
for bare breakfasts,
late lunches
& suppers on foot;
matches light an unhidden world
witnessed,
wretched the polished shoes passing
the poor the shaking the breaking
caught in a net too fine to rip.