2nd floor of the motel:

crawling in and out of beds,
the madhouses fill

life stale,
wasted,
wrapped in a blanket
of loveless love

an out-dated yellow
notebook,
vases,
music.

Shloka Shankar, 2014

Remixed Works:

A Radio with Guts
Alone with Everybody
Are You Drinking?
Be Kind
Carson McCullers

- by Charles Bukowski