The Welcoming Inn Poem by Ida Mustazir

The Welcoming Inn



the trashy light
of exclusive white

two pairs of his doe eyes
making love to each other
believing there's no one around

the opulent comfort of pheromone
the odour of shaving cream
and walking laundromat

the delicacy of situation
of hickeys and hiccups

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Joseph Poewhit 20 May 2009

Sorts of puts a plastic sold wrapping around things

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