Motel Room - Brazzaville

Night is here in my veins

I’m losing again

And not much remains

Come

Lay down next to me

I’ll tell you a bit

Of who I used to be

I was a handsome

Golden boy you see

Full of summer

Morning poetry

Dawn

A soft winter’s day

A room full of dope

And cheap lingerie

I love you my friend

And though we just met

You’re at least as lost

As me So let’s close the drapes

And lose the new day

And see how dark

We can be