my opus

I took myself away from distractions

for a long weekend cheapish hotel

just there out of town

checked in around five on the Friday

bottle of vodka mixers slew of cans

change of underwear shampoo

two reams of paper & the old typer

to keep it real

started with a can then tap tapping away

around seven there was a rap at the door

thought I’d come see how you were doin’

she’d brought gin ice lemon & fixins’

we sat sipping a little while

fucked each other a little bit longer

some time about four in the morning

I had a bath read what I’d written

had breakfast at seven silent looking

over at each other for inspiration

things we might say

she left about nine & I set to tapping again

feeling good about the opening some ideas

as to where this might all go again

twelve’ish I had lunch down in the bar

surrounded by six-foot stick thin women models

with five-foot polo playing men from Argentina

one o’ clock my tapping resumed in earnest

that & the steady flow of beer cans

some time around four she called

should I come over?

you used me up last night I told her

sighing down the phone I’m on a roll

picking up the pace here

supper time came & went as the vodka level fell

the chapters flew onto the floor

sometime close to ten a tap at the door

hey I heard you were writing your opus

can I come in & see?

she sat smoking reading paper flying

one by one over her shoulder

thankfully all pages were numbered

& as she read her dress got higher higher

until I could see stocking tops flashes of white

yeah I see you looking

you want some of this?

& we rolled around for a while

doing what comes naturally

thankfully she left about three

so I sat in the tub ‘til four

reading work on my opus thus far

& started back in typing until nine

had some breakfast tidied up the floor

tap tapping until eleven when reception ‘phoned

check out on Sundays sir is at twelve

began picking up paper putting some into trash

last touches to paper then walked out

feeling I’d accomplished something

but of what I was not quite sure

so many ways

there were all kinds of crazy

living in the hotel cheap week rates

near to the seafront beach

& I’d run that every morning

something to do try to change my ways

she’d come round every afternoon

floral tea cup held out y’got anything to drink?

& I told her every time I wasn’t drinking today

but she never believed kept knocking

the thin gay boy who wanted to suck my cock

who too didn’t believe when I said I was not inclined

& the fateful night

coming in late from night school

her door was open come in! come in!

I’ve had a windfall

the crazies all there sipping from bottles

I sat for a while dozing under a yellow lamp

as the crazies drifted away one by one

she droned on about past loves

big money scores to come

& around two I woke to a head between my legs

warm fuzzy feelings I’d forgot I could have

waking in the morning thinking time to run

in so many ways

Hotel rooms

where all we ask

is anonymity

to do the things we got

to do

not just the sex thang

our cheap eating

saving on expenses

booze binges

re arranging the furniture

not for feng shui

but for comfort

leaving charging cables in

shampoos soaps razors

underwear his n hers

where to shine a blacklight

would create nightmares

so that

we never do

try a new beginning again

some usual

tired fucked up thing driving too long

stopping dog boned with fatigue

taking the first room I could get

to find the hotel rented rooms to whores

being unsurprised we fitted right in

drinking beers at the bar in the heat

barkeep leering at her

& recognising I no longer cared anymore

stumbled stairs asleep waking at three

finding the bed empty but me

& the energy to go find was not there

in the early morning over juice

she told me she woke needed a drink

the guys downstairs were kind nicer than me

while I thought of the miles to come

counting before I could finally set her free

take some rest kindness just be

wanted the end of this journey soon

& maybe set out my wares my self

to try a new beginning again

drinkin’ in LA

hiding out from the hotel

the lesbians going at it

knives curses fists

& worse

the make up love after

talking with Silicon Valley nerds

& when they hear

you’re from out of town

the finer points of baseball

cost of living in the city

smog masks v hero death

stink of piss in the air

panhandlers not really trying

avoiding the personality test

blind eye to turnstile jumpers

cheap gold Mexican jewellery

& later when they feel

they got to know you

death & rebirth

of their dream