day four
where the rains fall
in half frozen agony
over flooded arkansas
leaving a tired fool
soaked to the skin
with days to go
before finally getting
to go home once again

the typical transiecne
of the hotel life
allows an expansion upon
buried plotlines where
the lack of familiarity
allows them to propagate
but the barbed hooks
from interminable longing
leaves me rethinking all
the same circular thoughts

a lifetime spent seeking
sensible solutions to
the sanguine sorrows
deeply saturated through
subtle sublimations settled
in the striations of
systematic self destruction
as filtered through endless
dreamscenes of me and you