Roadside hotel
Blue linen sheetsin a blue room
for the blue people
For the quiet people
they have quiet sheets
white sheets, never slept in
The lonely people
sleep without company
on grey sheets, like the city sky
A pale girl is wrapped in red sheets
symbolising blood and hard work
and a red liquid mapping out with a faint pattern
the upper of her thighs
...And a roadkill
up on the highway to the south
Red sheets
Or
are they perhaps white?
Maybe it is she who glows scarlet in the neon light?
Poetry by muddy waters
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Written on 2006-05-09 at 10:43
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