Motel Hell
The three of us
In that seedy motel
The air reeking
Of roach poison
Cigarette smoke
Methamphetamine
And bleach
From the jacuzzi
To the kitchenette
I am in Hell
I remember
Thinking
As I wracked
My brain
For a polite way
To excuse myself
From the madness
Of my psychotic
Companions
And their
One-way
Expedition
To the outer limits
Of nowhere
David Burdett
1/10/2022
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