Love is confined, to this, small, tiny, cheap motel room, with the wallpapers, peeling off, with the unchanged sheets with the stains from someone else’s use from before.
Love is confined, to this, one-day weekend we were, having, ‘cuz your wife’s, out for a day, and you’d, called me up, to score! And ‘cuz, I got, nothing better to do, I’d agreed to it! Love is confined, to this, cheap, roadside motel room, but, we still, have the love we share, don’t we? So, we’ll be, all right, right?
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Love is confined, you’d not called me up in a long, long time, and, I’d, not called you either, we both knew, that beyond this room, we don’t, have ANYTHING that we should be, sharing! Love is confined, there’s, NO way to, free it now, and, it got, caged up, way too long, nobody let it out to go to potty, to exercise, and it’d, become, so depressed, it’d, tried to, KILL itself!
And, as we got together again, after, a very, very, very long while since the last time, inside, that cheap, roadside, motel room, you’d, scored, that final FUCK on me……
Then, it was, all over, I’d, put that bird that’s dying inside that cage out of, its misery!
I thought this was great. Interesting poetry!
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