Roadside hotel

Blue linen sheets
in 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

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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