The light was off
no point having it on
I had nothing to read
and all could see was depressing wall paper
with faded, dead flowers on, in this hotel room
the very last stop before the bitter street
ingested and spat me into the gutter.
Hall light shone between the door and threshold
and I could see them large cockroaches marching towards me
wanting to drink the liquid of my eyes,
crawl over me and lay eggs in my ears.
Switched the light back on they scurried away for now.
Empty cans of beer and the pillow reeked of a loser’s tears.