*

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

.

.

. .