The Palace Motel

T he Palace Motel was an old shanty just off of highway 52

H elium balloons, kleenex flowers and streamers decorated room number 9

E xpectant mother, newly wed bride and groom

 

P lush sheets and pillowcases adorned a not so full waterbed

A n imitation kerosene lamp on a crickity cherry nightstand

L ighting was dimmed in the room, it was the couple's honeymoon

A bottle of Boonesfarm wine and a six-pack of Rolling Rock beer, all the

C omforts of home and a Guidion's Bible lay open on a dusty floor

E ntertained by X-rated flicks on the television set

 

M oments to cherish until death us do part

O ffering to pass the wine bottle to him, she takes a swig

T hen she lays across the bed wondering what their future will hold

E mpty bottle of wine, he pops the tab on a beer while sitting in a nearby chair

L ooking around the drab room he wonders how he can get his next fix

Reviews

[Lizanne]

Debileah, everytime I think you've said it all, here comes more! Lady, you are a book waiting to be written. Ever thought of doing that? Kleenex flowers, I haven't heard that term in years. I do remember how they were made. Hey, I'm not that old, my older sister taught me. lol I can just about see this room. The belief of a young woman that she and her new husband can make things right and live a happy, normal life. He feeling he fulfilled his part in this already. He gave you a new last name and that was enough. Sad that what should be a beautiful dream often turns into a nighmare. You are a good woman Deibleah. Keep up the insightful writing. Thank you for allowing others to read your life story a snippet at a time.

[David Lewis Paget]

A pretty grim scenario, the future spelled out already, even on the honeymoon. If this was your experience, I feel sad for you, but there are thousands of others out there who didn't share this experience, and who go on to lead fulfilling lives. It takes just one step outside that door to walk away.

[Pax Analog]

Kind of an acrostic Bukowski scene. I know it's supposed to be drab, downbeat, but the more one studies the world (Rogue Economics in particular), the more it all may as well be in that room.

The dirty little secret is that capitalism and mythic shell-game religion are dreary addictions as well.

The next fix is what Wall St., pirate economies, the slavishly devout, and the starving third world all seek.

There is NO solution to the aching rabidity of the world as it REALLY IS en masse, aside from a fierce focus of higher, deeper Consciousness Itself. Stripped Attention. Observation of breath. Stillness. Creativity from that focus. In other words, Buddha was a normal human, as a cat and gorilla are normal. WE, unfortunately are criminally insane, almost ENTIRELY, when ALL that is swept under the rug by surface equanimity, and a sense of consumerist entitlement is held up to the light of day. You can't even go to your refrigerator without whatever you pick up being stained by an insidious chain of production. 27,000,000 HUMAN SLAVES are being coerced toward the production of every conceivable product, from gold to food items, even as I write. And one can't even go after surface exploiters only, as MORE people would starve, due to the prevalent infection of the collective human body by rogue economics. The cure is a careful patient, truly disciplined and contemplative procedure.

The world is The Palace Motel.

[George Love]

I think your life holds the script for the next big dramatic mini-series, and I mean that in the kindest way. Your strength and courage as you overcame all these horrible chapters of your life must serve a purpose beyond any I can imagine. Inspire others to escape abuse, drugs and all the horrors you have lived.

[Eagle Cruagh]

Brings memories that might better be left
forgotten. Salesman, on the road, pulling in to a
motel late at night. The garish signs lit with neon,
telling the world how modern , inside was unclean and
tawdry.
The blushing bride, secretly disgusted. She still thinks
her beer guzzling husband is Prince Valiant.

Not only is this poem a story of other days, it is very
cleverly done, even the arangement of the capitol
letters spell out , "PALACE MOTEL".

The writer is talented and bright, bringing strange new
concepts to the screen.

My rating ----- 100 %

------ Eagle Cruagh

[emmajoy]

There's so much to this post; a raw and expected truth ripples through it at quite a rate. Dreams turn into nightmares in a room described with great clarity.

Like other reviewers I feel your poems would make quite a story or at least, an anthology of your sad, sad life.

'P lush sheets and pillowcases adorned a not so full waterbed / A n imitation kerosene lamp on a crickity cherry nightstand ' - I don't know why but somehow those two lines really describe the situation - 'not so full' and 'imitation' being the key words.

I wish you smiles some time soon, or, sooner.

[Sheila Kline]

Yes, I can't say it any better than Lizanne has said...so much to look forward to, and so much later lost!
Hope, dreams all gone up in smoke!.....so sad, so very very sad....tragic!

[James Paulin]

I believe these sad stories happen a lot. You did a great job giving the scene texture, like coarse sandpaper. Why do people complicate a life by adding trouble to trouble? I liked your poem Tulips!