Denver Motel

he pulled  the needle out of the cloth

he sat at the edge of the motel bed

with his belt around his arm

he doesn’t like to do it at his place

so he disappears for the night

to fly away into worlds unknown

 

he slowly injects himself

into the blue veins that stick out

like the bones on his skinny face

he drops himself from his seated position

on to the bed so filthy and stained

with sweat of Denver prostitutes on the sheets

 

kids run past his door

chap it with a stick

maybe it’s a cop

he won’t know

he’s in another place

he’s high on life and sadness

 

the room fills with water

the roof collapses away from him

he doesn’t know up or down

he just lays there with the needle in his hand

and a lighter and a bent spoon

he’s out of this world

 

surrounded by filth and sweat

clouds are floating by his eyes

the lights blind his retinas

the buzz of the motel neon sign

whispers in his ear

just like it did with all the other lost souls

 

‘’oh Denver, Denver, you are so sweet,

with rocky mountains and snowy peaks,

I work on the tracks and earn a buck or two,

my life is a heap of s**t,

but only till payday,

until I get my payday hit.’’

 

 

Reviews

[Cool Handless Luke]

interesting. i wonder about the inspiration? It reminds me of a cheap hotel room we pulled into in minneapolis where we found crack pipes etc and i jammed my bed in a narrow space in front of the door so it couldn't be opened. also caught an episode of the girls next door - the playboy bunnies living with hugh hefner and they were getting their body parts molded into pieces of chocolate for valentines day or something and i first heard the term "starfish." i almost penned a poem about it called "twin cities: crack pipes and chocolate starfish" glad i didn't. i do like to through myself into perspectives of issues or emotions alien to me and try to write from their perspective and i like where you went with this one. from a semi-paranoid state to who the hell cares i am gonna sing.

[plainme]

Ah, that's an odd one. I wrote it end 2011. I was reading 'On The Road' by Jack Kerouac. The scene that he managed to describe in Denver and San Fran stayed with me. Going through dark times perhaps, back then, caused some kind of fusion of the setting and the dark hopeless drug addict. It's an odd one like I said. I think it was an experiment, one of my first, real dark poems. That's exactly what I try to achieve, leave myself behind and go forth and write about some other soul. I very much like the title, and that's a very interesting story you've got there, perhaps it was worth a little mention in one of your works? Thank you for your comment Cool Handless Luke.

[N!LoC]

pure talent ... thats all i can say :-)

[plainme]

oh you're too nice! thank you!

[Entropy of the mind]

A tragically beautiful description of drug abuse. I loved the description of when he was losing himself in the drug, escaping reality. The whole poem was wonderful but that part was my favorite for its accuracy. Anyways great job, loved the wording

[plainme]

Thank you very much! I wish I could go back 2 years and write little things like this again, scene like pictures instead of my pure dark stuff. Thank you again!

[Steven Ingels]

Pretty good I like where you put the setting of the story

[plainme]

thanks!