Econolodge in Lebanon

Will this room remember me ?
Non descript twin beds. 
Paisley covered boulders.
One untouched
Ghosts' remains.
Missing bathroom vent cover
or minimalist design?
One towel left.
Two to soak up the floor
I showered.  
Best not to look. 
Mini fridge buzzing like a
muffled bug zapper
strangled in the distance. 
French toast in the morning.
Sleepless with a smile.

I enjoy the empty less
Left alone with my devices
Some days I don't mind it
Blank conversation eyelids

Rope Light Constellation

Familiar angles
in positioned chairs.
New perspectives
of old friends.
Twice met faces
in old spaces
not yet friends
but still admired.
Music in the conversation,
background noise
sounds important.
Awkward appreciation
in silent goodbyes.

Sleeping On My Back

I'm disconnected.
A ghost's reflection
You're something real
But I can't feel it.
I won't let me.

Not a lot makes sense
Except maybe disappearing
Screaming blindly
Words not worth hearing.

Always alone in a crowd
Of even people
The fringe of happiness.

Yet I won't settle
For the easy, simple

I prefer the pains of complicated.

In love with silent walks
On streetlit roads
Alone with thoughts
And cloud covered stars

Dream words your smile speaks
cast in my direction
depth in your eyes glance
Tatters my reflection.

Whispers of what cannot be
Screams my soul ignores

Password Cracked

My soul shattered
specs of sand
Scattered in an hourglass
Solid sideways past

Now flowing free
again uprighted
Hours passed, desires
I can never have.

This evening air
perfumed perfection
Gentle brush of hair
In hand, electric.