A Gap In the Gyre -- Part 1

An old hotel in Portland
Rain hitting street lamps
The buzzer
Click
Surveillance camera
“Can I get a room?”

It used to be called the "Burnside Triangle" back when it was still gay

Bump Bump da Bump da bump
Nightclubs bangin’
Young twinks in their twenties
They chat and drink
The hopeless live upstairs
By flickering neon sign
An old hotel in Portland

“That’s $40”
“Will I be directly above the”
Bar of soap, towel, and remote
“These aren’t already in the room?”
When will she leave!
Needle, syringe, just waiting on 

Tar on the street shines with Oregon rain. Back when Stark Street used to be Gay

Waiting in the room
Bulb lacking a cover
Ugly fluorescent
Bed bugs and the dark lady
Getting sick
Waiting on

“Dope! Man that’s dope!
We can get some E in Chinatown”
Twinks downstairs ain’t waiting yet
Their day will come
It’ll come like it did for me and now,
Still waiting on that great fall in the

“Elevator? 
Is there an elevator here?”
When will she leave!
An obstacle in the way
I am out of rhythm
I wait! And wait

Arrival
         Buzzer
                  Click
                         Door 
				Water
					 Melt
                                               Cotton
                                                        Slam
Ellipses
	.
		.
			.

Okay. I’m rockin’ and rollin and feelin’ human
The rhythm of life has come back
I try not to think about the jones that’s a lumin’
For now, I see gems in this shack

“It’s still happenin’ here on the Burnside Triangle.” 
I say to a street urchin bummin’ a smoke.
“I don’t see it no more” the cigs bob and dangle
“Well Scandies is still bumpin’ and the bar’s filled with folk.”
“This place is just a shadow of what it used to be.” he said walking away
Gotta get back upstairs and fold the sheets for the people that work during the day

It’s called Harvey Milk now, which means that it used to be gay
It happened to Union Avenue before gentrification, now it’s call M.L.K.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019



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Date: 1/19/2020 3:20:00 PM
There is something about this vibe that is intoxicating. Off to get another fix with instalment 2.
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J.R. Wren-Ingalls
Date: 1/20/2020 4:04:00 PM
Glad its catchy! Thanks Richard!
Date: 12/31/2019 12:57:00 PM
I have never been to Portland, but I feel I have now.
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J.R. Wren-Ingalls
Date: 1/1/2020 6:36:00 PM
I'm so glad I could let the reader in to the setting!
Date: 12/24/2019 7:38:00 AM
Somethings we never forget.. as highlighted in your great poem...
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J.R. Wren-Ingalls
Date: 12/25/2019 5:07:00 AM
Thank you for the comment. Yes, it's definitely true that we never really forget some things. i wish I could have got the whole poem in one posting, but had to divide this in three parts. There is a happy ending at the end of part 3. Merry Christmas!
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