Motels Poems - Poems about Motels

...gossip in the velvet declares my surrender to strip club excess, where fantasies unfold a g-string serenata that stains the linger a slow-mo ride through motels of the bold the DJ's drumbeat......

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...A Place Not Meant To Be PART: II (699 of 1487 words) #9: Days of Paper Roses Do the numbers--dogs don't count--just survives! Then everything, be as close enough, still,......

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...La route, c’est traverser l’Amérique, mille fois, C’est un idéal, qu’on ne réalise que parce qu’on est en vie, C’est un rêve qu’on poursuit dans une voiture, C’est des montagnes qui barrent l’hori......

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...My feet are too comfortable on this dirt path. A path that goes through so many landmarks. I see all forms of passion, pleasure, and joy. I greet the locals and stay at the inns. I sleep in thei......

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...#10: No Room At The Inn They blossomed they did like rows of roses. Places for lodgers, those traveling sourced, their reasons countered their changing poses, frequent stays and ret......

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...It’s Thursday evening, almost nine foot-tap, fiddle, and banjo time with juke-box tales of love’s romance the county jail, a second chance for bourbon belles or backroad trucks mail-box motels, ......

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...No one will remember all the names of the bodies laying in pools of blood in all those back alleys and side streets burned out warehouses and by-the-hour motels… They don’t talk about them… ......

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...Small, cut in half by Route Sixty-Six, with farms and ranches scattered around. Theaters, cafes, motels, your picks Saturdays, everyone came to town. What fun walking down crowded Main Street. ......

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...In the heat we burn for Pepsi dangle feet from crick docks Traipse with garage ice to cheap motels, watch a tv that's chained to a wall, go home thinner then we came. Poor possessions, pay-ch......

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...if an atomic bomb is dropped, the cockroaches will survive. we might not make it, but they will. They always have. during the ice age, during the pandemics, during Armageddon. they have the inside......

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...Remember yesterday Remember the old days Remember what we used to say Remember the plays Oh! We shall never forget Because we are not set yet Remember the luscious trips Remember the hot lips ......

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...Sidecar Bessie was always ready for a ride. Her new husband George steering at her side. They will travel west in a day or so. She rides like a trooper, her hair all a glow. She paints it red, ......

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...Time is vertical in motels, it travels red-eyed in elevators. It’s an out of sequence conversation you have with an ice bucket. Barefoot hours drop their hairballs into air-ducts, spindrifts of ......

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...This world is too dangerous for those who seek meaning or reasons and although some says no, the pain clock covers all seasons. Around here there is this thirst for gasoline, and the rush to sta......

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...now that the sun says goodbye and the bodies begin to fall from the buildings, we meet with knives in hand and we shattered some more of the Earth. motels swallow cravings in pairs, the corne......

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