Tag: Motel
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Doesn’t that look lonely That orange, muddled horizon Two cars at the Americana Motel The yellow brick and brown doors Square, curtained windows A jagged neon sign Black circles and yellow arrows A lonely smear of bruised sky One that makes the heart swell And the soul inflate Broken people…
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+ 500 or Less, Creative Writing, Death and Life, Eerie, Flash, Other Places, Poetry, Travel, Western+
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It was somewhere between Q-Town and the LA basin of all that glitters and orange grove cathedrals that there came the great snow and I was forced to shut down in some Arizona town— I was in between lives, feverishly dodging the corruption of compassion that come raining down all…
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The parched, rocky landscape flew by me like a desolate nightmare. The sky so gaping wide, churning blue and cream.
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 