Hotel Parking Lot

I have nothing to say
no one to say it to
no one to say my nothing to

a parking lot of new cement
freshly painted lines
red fire lanes
Do Not Park Here
move the fuck on

new construction
I am the earth you are built on
set atop all pretty-like
suppressing my need to grow

glow pop hum flicker glare
neatly placed/planned light poles
lighting here but not there
uneven shadows
but still shadows

phone in hand
hand to ear
voices across lines
lost in the instant journey
garbled communication

yesterdays trash cast aside
out of sight at the curb
waiting for the haul
the rightful drive to belonging

look at me talk
chatter from a noisy mind
shut the fuck up already
you disingenuous asshole

laughter and splashes in the pool
this lonely exchange of voices
surrounded by big rigs and cock machines
vacationing families

nothing to say to her
jerking away from her extended hand
hurt in the eyes of her voice
it’s her you run to
her you run from

May 2005

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