Intransit

Wednesday: A Seedy Hotel Poem

Welcome. #2

Welcome lies the doormat
To guests who are fallen
On hard times and thin walls.
Labelled, boxed and shelved
They pass the old concierge
Who files them away in his mind
And grim rooms.

What name(s) to record
In the unread log
As Life locks them in
To a tower of dust.

The only way up
Is denied by the stairs
That carried hope in their youth
To higher dreams
Now each step up
Takes them down to despair

Pay cash on the nail
For the shared toilet door
With rolls of loo-paper
Thicker than shared party walls

Light bulbs fight
With grime-smeared windows
To make lives dimmer
Welcome lies the doormat
To purgatorial souls............

posted by john @ 7:11 pm