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The artisans of this room who designed the lamp b

The artisans of this room who designed the lamp base
(a huge red slug with a hole
where its heart should be) or chose this print
of a butterscotch sunset
must have been abused in art class
as children forced to fingerpaint
with a nose or a tongue. To put this color
green exhausted grave grass to cinder blocks
takes an understanding of loneliness
and/or institutions that terrifies.
It would seem not smart to create
a color scheme in a motel room
that""s likely to cause impotence in men
and open sores in women
but that""s what this puce bedspread
with its warty ratty tufts could do. It complements
the towels torn and holding awful secrets
like the sail on a life raft
loaded with blackened half eaten corpses . . .
I think I owned this desk once I think
this chair is where I sat
with the Help Wanted ads spread and wobbling
before me as I looked for jobs
to lead me upward to rooms
like this in America where I dreamed
I lived . . . Do I deprive tonight
the beautician and her lover
a shower head salesman of this room?
He is so seldom in town.
I felt by their glance in the hallway
that my room no. 17 means
something (don""t ask me to explain this) special
to them. Maybe they fell fiercely
into each other here for the first time
maybe there was a passion preternatural. I""m glad
this room so ugly has known some love
at $19.00 double occupancy
though not tonight for a dollar fifty less..

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