waiting to be beaten
an old rug hangs
from the wires
before the Royal Inn
a stucco wound
masquerading as comfort
for the perpetual hopeless
men of bag-sagged eyes
and 4-days beards
women bound with barbed wire
and rose tattoos on wine-
flaccid thighs
even the rip
of cocaine
or a bloodied fist
fails to move them
beyond this
dust-laden hairball bed
to a streaked window
where the rising sun
glistens yellow
then white
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