The hotel surrounds us

I look out from great - wild - unknowable
cavernous plains 
see stained cream canvas an sky
breathe deep upon
my rituals
the
sadness from sleep
scrubbed at 
coffee - marihuana - toast an butter
I walk past a hollowed out
ashen eyed meth-hole
dead face youth
an a man
in a horrible car
passes slow enough to see his greasy
-
the narratives have spoken .. blood drippin from the lips
-
The light is formidable and the can of beans grin cold sweat beads on my brow..
-
I make it back
back to the room

I look at my bed
there is a black vortex the shape of my body
I step in
one leg
and another

then
I
close the lid.