| Lonely Motel [Spoken text: I have stopped the clock in the room So the subjects wont know what time it is Ive taken away their watches The room is windowless Great care has been taken to make the room comfortably austere They mustnt feel trapped. They ought to feel at home Like a good motel familiar but without personality] Its quiet here this motel Uncomplicated this simple room | I love this coffee table Artless and cheap This lamp, this tawdry mirror here This stain resistant rug Survivor of a thousand insults Soiled shoes of benighted strangers Each a mystery to all the others A thousand strangers shared this bed These towels, washed and washed This unremarkable TV This cable of innumerable ghosts Kabbalah to all idle faiths I love this place This room, this clean motel Its towels, its wrapped soaps The room is scented pine My work is spread out on the bed A hundred simple photographs Not one a memory Not one remarkable And I sleep here like a baby Like a baby here I sleep. |