Lee Plaza Hotel, Detroit, photo by Bonnie Beechler |
there was laughter
which turned my legs to jelly
a paradise that we all miss
row and then another row
of broken rooms
no one to catch the debris
who will celebrate the trip to hell
who will bake a platter of tiny cakes
now my mouth has gone cotton
I have catch in my voice
I will gargle with warm water boiled with basil leaves
all is definitely not lost
war or strife, as long as there is a single human
there will always be life
"I am settling down in front of that television
so what if I lost my vision?"