Poem: TO LIVE AN UNFILTERED LIFE

 

TO LIVE AN

UNFILTERED LIFE

she bleeds from the eyes 

in the painting on the hotel wall 

a trickle of pigment stain 

smears her cheek and neck, 

through bleeding eyes she watches 

the sketch perfectly aligned 

on the opposite wall 

of the sleeping girl 

with blue butterfly hair, 

they watch each other 

across the hotel room 

where illicit lovers snatch 

moments of fleeting paradise, 

married one-time lovers 

now sleep back-to-back, 

lonely travellers jerk-off to 

internet porn, drunks throw up, 

junkies take pharmaceutical trips, 

suicides weep into the night and 

the sad Polish maid dreams of Kraków, 

she bleeds from the eyes 

in the painting on the hotel wall, 

watched by the sleeping girl 

with blue butterfly hair 

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(13 November 2019)