Fleabag

Fleabag
by Allen Dusk

Travel to a place
just on the edge of town
where any desire can be turned to flesh
or buried beneath the ground

Sanitized for your protection
anonymous at your discretion
where a fist full of cash
quickly pardons all transgression

Shattered dreams washed down filthy drains
drugs and alcohol barely reduce the pain
where towering neon palms beacon the lost
and blackened hearts quiver beneath layers of frost

There are bugs in the bedding
and stains on the sheets
what more did you expect
at bargain prices like these?

Ignore the rumors
the dead have been read their psalms
their lips are forever sealed
within a motel called the Shady Palms

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