The Starlite Motel

Don’t look beyond the sheets.
Don’t stand there by the wall,
Your hair wet,
Illuminated by the light through the window
On this warm summer evening
Where mosquitoes are slaughtered in the
ultraviolet cage near the room door.
We see their death with strange abandon.
At the Starlite Motel
There is no escape.
We do not want to escape.
There is nowhere to go.

Guests find shelter. here. Until dawn they are free to live their dreams before flickering television sets. No judgement. Reception is sometimes less than perfect. The porno channel has been jammed. There's just music videos and classic rock. Check out time is 11 a.m.

We look through the window.
Cloud passes in front of the moon.
We move through the thickness of our existence.
The universe weeps at it’s own creation.
How did it get so big?