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Vacancy at the Sunset Motel
by Trisha De GraciaA beautiful nothing.
That's what you are.
A beautiful nothing
inside of your escapade.
Inside your comic book genius-
a world where you live to be loved
and strive for the hearts
of the millions, adoring.
You press and you press and you press.
You leave lipprints on paperback novels
and pictures of long lost forgottens
and old 80's reruns of vinyl
and covers by people in neon
and pleather.
You fall like a feather
you die on the run
you roulette the demon
you win and you triumph
and love falls your way because you've saved the day
with your watergun Western Style
home-of-the-free and free-to-the-homeless
beautyqueen treasure chest daydream deluxe
with a key to the Golden Globe city.
The lock on reality's doorstep's intact.
No matter.
You've lived worse for better.
You've shed tears on cue.
You'll survive
it's okay
you know you've found a way
to live free
like a beatiful sonnet.
12/30/2004 Posted on 12/31/2004
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 01/03/05 at 04:43 AM this is fantastic. it reminds me of a song about a "beautiful, f--ked up man," Building a Mystery, by Sarah Maclachlan, because of its originality of description. you share that same talent, so aptly demonstrated with lines like ---- You fall like a feather
you die on the run
you roulette the demon & beautyqueen treasure chest daydream deluxe & all of stanza 3. potent stuff, girl! |
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