*
should have taken one
picture as i walked in.
bed spread tight
all folded and straight
.
me dog tired .
before a long hot shower
cramped in one tomorrow
.
with everything i own .
spreaded wastly around
a colorful explosion .
.
i will walk around
picking up the pieces
stepping on geography .
.
not singing over maps
using a finger
to caress a route and .
.
the thought of you
limping from hotel to hotel
and a sleeping bag
.
go away .
artists’ lives are messy
it’s a known fact .
.
the walls are disheveled
have i had some glue
to nail you there and there .
.
i will hop around happily
tattooing words about us
and hiding some
under letters
.
.