Behind the Days Inn

In the cemetery of the youth
frantic junkies frisking
For the frequented fix

Body odor orgies
Wasteland ovaries
And spurting seed like
Northwestern rains

Motels rented by the hour
Where love can be
mimicked long enough
For neither to know
The cold reality

fairies
and Cinderella
are from stories
the desolate
create to delude
and lobotomize

But 12.50
a night
Is too costly

Crack rocks
Copulating in the dying grass
The same patch
On which
I was conceived

Hepatitis party favors
And needles passed around
Ancient family heirlooms
Tradition

We all shoot up with the same needle
That did in Grandpa
When he got wise
And noticed the hungry cats
In the corners of
Sterile hospital rooms
Doused in the gasoline of aging
Drifting from sappy faced reunions
Into the void

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