Sun Motel

Posted: September 4, 2013 in literature, poetry
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Sun Motel

The desk

clerk taps a pen

on his registry

w/the fate of the world

on its tip.

He notes the guests

in room 7 who are,

at this moment,

enjoying a rousing game

of cosmic craps under the bed.

In room 2,

Nirvana is attained

nightly

for the price of a

cheap lay.

A woman

occupying room 10

dreams of mermen

and the briny deep

while she sleeps

in a bed full of fish.

Pan plays his pan-flute

in room 9

amusing all the other guests

w/a haunting

melody at 4am.

So come, stay a

night or forever

at this home

away from home,

the Sun Motel.

 by  

Rod C. Stryker

This is an older poem. Hope you like it.

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