HOTEL
I want a hotel
in the middle
dingy distant
defiant Nowhere
sandy blue-line streets
beach resort replete
amusement park fray cohorts
where?
-No, No NO
No,
nothing routine nor
remotely slightly special
I only want a hotel
expunging purgatory
for why as
what the hell
derelict cabin
in the middle of
god forsaken nowhere
any time of year
Alone to atone
shear dingy drawn shades
magnificent muted radio
cacophony ambient
symphonic shushing waves
Randy Resh 2014
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