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a night in room 509 at the Lost Highway Inn

by Eric Hinkle

a blank televishun screen suddenly BLIN KING like
the hotel open sign with an old light bulb
the couple lying in bed are jerked awayyyke
like two children in a burning casa
the woman sees the nonsensical off-white jumbo on the screen
and becomes annoyed like a cranky dad cleaning up spilt milk
she rips the plug out of the wall as aggressively
as a retiring heavyweight champ making the most of his last round
she sighs terrifically and crawls back into bed
like the president after a hard day of world-threatening decisions.


12/6/06 10:18-10:29am

11/16/2008

Posted on 11/17/2008
Copyright © 2024 Eric Hinkle

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Nanette Bellman on 11/17/08 at 10:35 PM

love the last line. grat all the way through.

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