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