Short Motel Poems
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peach pit spat on cracked asphalt~
abandoned payphone hums,
one dime short of salvation.
we when on the road
we had a load
me and some friends
we had the same blend
on the hiway we had to shop
tho we had a lot
so we made a
MOTEL STOP
we was on the road
carry a load
take little time off
from our loft
on this trip we stop
to have a wine sip
than the feel ring our bell
so we stop at a
MOTEL
in skimpy short shorts
she marches into breakfast
no eyes go up
I had forgotten
the immodesty of youth
for two seconds
it’s a public place
another wears pajamas
and bedroom slippers
We are all suspended between heaven and hell
Which way are we headed only time will tell
If I were to guess
Should be scantily dressed
In case you're sweltering at the Devil's Motel
My weight is still plummeting, I'm happy as hell
Wasting away, to my fatness I say farewell
But it's the chance I take
For goodness sake
Young fillies will be bugging me for a night at my motel
We are all suspended between heaven and hell
Which way are we headed only time will tell
If I were to guess
Should be scantily dressed
In case you're sweltering at the Devil's Motel
© Jack Ellison 2015
"You got a memory for faces, sugar?" How she stares!
"I think so, yes." Her smile splits like the crack of doom.
Peroxide pales her improbable pile. That beehive hair's
like something Boris Karloff might exhume.
"That's kinda fortunate, y'see, becuz there's
no freakin' mirror in your room."
These walls in a motel.
The stories they could tell.
If they could communicate,
wouldn’t that be great?
Who is doing it to whom?
The couples in each room.
The walls could describe their activity.
Walls don’t know the meaning of privacy.
Their descriptions of the erotic
would be terrific.
The motel room
It was on fire last night
45 outside
Burning fierce within
The heat
The passion
It permeated
I thought I could contain it
But it spread to me
The aircon working overtime
But still the fire burnt ferociously
Was waiting for alarms to sound
Red trucks to show up
Knocking on the door
To say
Shut up
The motel room
It was on fire last night
Car park in the blanket of darkness.
Highlife fights the night.
Felix checks time.
“Twenty-three girls now,” he says.
Between eighteen and twenty-five, good.
Oseh pockets phone.
“Seven more. Thirty will do.”
Die-hard girls to convince the scared.
“Well-protected on this journey,”
Felix lies, or believes.
Motel lights hide trafficking.
John’s house is one prison.
This car park is the next.
Couples retreat
Interlude Fulfill
Honeymoon feast
Love in the after
Intimates upon intimate
Caress and discover
Loving style
Through the atmosphere
Love encounter
Eyes aligned heart
Romance to the highest
Captive love shout
Love conquers all
Satisfaction to the love crave
Ultimate love
Kiss enchanted
Love theory
Being its own theory
Love’s finest moments
Love story with its own maneuvering narration.
Sometimes an
Obsolete
Old bulb inside him
Flickers on
And dimly lights
His woozy thoughts
And thirst to write
A song.
Recall he's human,
That's to say, he
Thinks he
Still adheres,
Not just a washed-up
Singer, missing
Schedules to
Appear.
The stained and
Scribbled rhymes
Of scattered nonsense
On the floor,
Three gulps of Vodka,
Bring applause,
Adoring fans,
Encore.
Gene Bourne
06-01-14
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silver birch
.. lining road
…. ghost trees
…. snow teeth
.. mighty throat
eerie lurch
gaping mouth
.. swallow cars
… white lines
… road signs
.. battle scars
deadly route
winding neck
.. asphalt beast
… grab all
… free fall
.. metal feast
longing break
coming rain
.. motel night
… hum sound
… calm down
.. rested fright
drive again
Notes
Syllabic verse poem, three syllables to AB, 2 syllables to CC, overall pattern of ABCCBA mirror rhyme.
Rosemary does a lady proud.
If not for the faint aroma,
as nicotine and soft music
deliver a quiet invitation.
Her heart opens with the
door and allows a feeling
to grow,
a candle to be lit.
With the draw of the night,
a closing door,
she sets fire to
her insides.
The hint of desire is washed away.
Eclectic heartbreaks, but then,
maybe just daring lust
has paved such a road.
Beneath this roof is a world,
used to recreate-
a feeling found only
in dreams before.