The Boise King Size Hotel Room Rag

The Boise King Size Hotel Room Rag short poem

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the pillows sleep on me like cats

every night this room contains
a brand new constellation
pinpricks of technology
winking as if blocked
by orbiting children
regular visitors
and on the wall a creamy veil
where the curtains don’t reach

it’s a quiet hotel
the dreams of previous guests
have been exorcised
through the magic of anxiety
and air conditioning

sunup in a different time zone
golden light reflects off traffic signs

here I can do anything so I do nothing
glut on television
subsist on potato chips
shower twice a day
relearn the contours of my heavy body
plump with poetry

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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The Hotel room feeling. One can go through life feeling that way everyday.

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