BrooksLooks @ Inhospitable

Inhospitable

the roadside motel
has gone to hell
storage units with beds
would serve as well

proud old brands that
once defined service
staffed with people who
make me nervous

bleary eyed
we’re short on smiles
we see the sign
after all those miles

we pull in…

“reservations?”
(well yes, we had plenty
but we couldn’t admit)
“just a room for night,
that would be it.”

“driver’s license
and credit card, room 334,
breakfast’s 6 to 10,
over there by the door”

underwhelmed…

i grab ahold of the bell cart
like a mule to a plow
push our bags up the ramp
and in the elevator, somehow

in the morning
styrofoam greets us…

with fresh powdered eggs
and pork-ish sausage
in gravy dregs

liquefied syrup for coffee
is anything real?
selecting the banana
we drive off
in search of a human
to serve us a meal

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Brooks Bradbury / BrooksLooks
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BrooksLooks @ A Patchwork of People and Time

A Patchwork of People and Time

in a life of joyful moments
i recall those we shared now
your face appears to me at last,
all the moments we shared somehow

i ponder too the great catalogue
of all the interesting souls
those like you who came my way
a few left the biggest holes

perhaps enough of time has passed
to stop and start to measure
accomplishments
and the lifelong work we traded
in the end, for safety’s treasure

now at last i count them up
and wonder where they went
those who’ve come and gone at last
both hell and heaven sent

i wish the moments lasted longer
and i came to know you well
but time and tide were against us
in a life ‘tween storm and swell

my life is quieter, contemplative
with each person who now passes
i realize the moments were all jewels:
the memories one amasses

my life is made of all those times
a patchwork of people and time
i remember you now once again
forever part of mine

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