Paradise Motel

 Millions were dead; everybody was innocent.

I stayed in my room.
 The President
Spoke of war as of a magic love potion.

My eyes were opened in astonishment.

In a mirror my face appeared to me
Like a twice-canceled postage stamp.


I lived well, but life was awful.

there were so many soldiers that day,
So many refugees crowding the roads.

Naturally, they all vanished
With a touch of the hand.

History licked the corners of its bloody mouth.


On the pay channel, a man and a woman
Were trading hungry kisses and tearing off
Each other's clothes while I looked on
With the sound off and the room dark
Except for the screen where the color
Had too much red in it, too much pink.

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