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The Big Hotel


by Darryl Price


 

 

I'm not something you'll want waiting for you in your room.

Go see your family. Breathe the broad daylight whenever

you can. I got lost in some free form

dog caves. That's all. That's no path to aspire to

 

follow. Yeah I've seen strange things that made me

sing and dance, but the price was long to pay

and more than heavy. I'm just a little boat. You

can go anywhere. That's the flurry of so much freedom,

 

but you've always got the moon. It's not

some mystery in a little white box. It's

a funny coin fingered by the eyes of

every living thing more than once. It's a

 

skeleton key that only works if the right

lock is presently fading into view. Otherwise it's

just an oyster shell. But you were made

for another daylight altogether. Aren't you the lucky one? 

 

Power right now is a simple yellow flame that

hangs onto your head and shoulders like a fun

scarf, but soon it will be large enough

to stand beside you and wave like a red

 

flag. What will you do with so much resting on

your reply? It's going to make you whole

for awhile. After that it's going to consume

the world unless you find the right amount

 

of candy to give it. That's your choice

and labor. Mine was always tied to wild

fishes. I'd invite you there, but your hand

needs so much more than mine to guide its true miracle all the way home to now.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bonus poem:

 

The Long Drive

 

The day has finally begun to grow. We begin once more to

say yes to ourselves through the electric guitar sound of

breathing in with much purchase. I'll go the extra mile for you. I've

been into the music for as long as I

can remember. I hear it everywhere. We'll be glad

to share the friendly objectified noise as one with your heart alone. It's our little

campfire, isn't it? The whole thing is to give

off a little light of our own and enjoy

 

running through the sparks together. I mean the noise

is one thing we love to consume, but really the whole

thing only comes alive in the people you meet.

Why does it have to be so mysterious to

be believed? I only wanted to say I still

believe in love, too. That the world of mankind's

on-going , apologetic pain isn't all that bad when I'm being held prisoner

in the same room as you. It's a pretty simple sort of human

 

formula. The art room itself gets constructed by our freshly applied

lives and it deconstructs just as quickly. That's sad

if you let it be, but don't you let it be, or it will

destroy us way past the time for need. We've still

got plenty of new train whistles in our Dumbo ears

coming right at us from out of the new

day firing like a string of very active volcanoes at the moon. Let it be a

new direction if you like, just don't let the

 

waves carry you so far away from this very shore. There

are those who only want to take up the

old tracks and go home to someplace lonely, completely erased

by time and circumstance. This is always wrong. We

are here, we are not there. If we have

another discontented, brave chance, let's take it up and go

for full character content all the way. As we should

and have done all along, each and every  time, well, so far so good.

   
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