Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

The Hotel Durant

Sitting in the window
Of my fashionable hotel
I sip the Pinot Grigio
As the waiter walks away

Looking at the crowd
All the people passing by
Looking back at me as if
I was a monkey on display

There are giggling girls
And neck-cranked leering boys
There’s a mom with a stroller
Mesmerized by her beautiful baby as he fades away

I lift my glass, keeping constant my gaze
Through my white wine
I see an orchestral and colorful movement,
A spiraling haze

The waiter returned and placed
My lunch on the crisp white tablecloth
His finger covered in a bright blue
Rubber finger tip, part of which looked purple

Ahhhh… fish with mango tartar sauce…
Turning back with a small bite in my mouth
I see an older couple standing crowded in a doorway
Eating hot dogs in their buns… together

A dark skinned woman with shorts that are
Way too small hurries her skinny partner-lover
Along the crowded road
And he obliges

My own summer browned skin
That makes people stare
I admire for a moment against
The sparkling silver wares- no one sees it, but me

And I look up and wonder why the
Dark skinned woman who is too fat
And too harsh, is so loved
By the skinny man

Or why was the pony-tailed man
In the jeans too short
Escorted by the kindness
Of another life, of course?

The waiter asked if I wanted more wine as
A drop of blood fell from his purple rubber finger
Hitting the table with a silent thud
As I sit alone in the window, pretending not to notice

Making me wonder…
In my fashionable hotel
as I sit alone with my summer browned skin
And my beautiful clothes

Do you think
perhaps
I should be drinking
Red wine

Through which
they cannot,
My envy,
see?






2 comments:

  1. Envy. How curious. Blood hitting the table with a silent thud. That I know about. Blood on the ceiling, the walls, the bed, the carpet, and everywhere. That I know about.

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