Hotel Mornings : Writing

"Let's Drown," You Say

\"Let\'s Drown,\" You Say

A Poem by Hotel Mornings


We dance around Hurricane glasses laughing at every drop that slithers down our callused fingers.
You Were Never the Type to Promise Anything

You Were Never the Type to Promise Anything

A Poem by Hotel Mornings


Your lies spill out of my ears and shatter on the floor right next to the Vodka bottles and cigarettes that never made it to an ashtray. You w..
Beauty in a Back Alley

Beauty in a Back Alley

A Poem by Hotel Mornings


Today I met a tabby stripped stray cat She said, “I don’t need a home but boy, it’s getting cold Makes me wish I had someone to ho..
Temptation of a Bed Frame

Temptation of a Bed Frame

A Poem by Hotel Mornings


And it’s fifteen minutes too late to be thinking of this but I want you (You knew it would be too hard to push you away with your mouth ..
Naked Mornings

Naked Mornings

A Poem by Hotel Mornings


Nothing muffles the noise of the traffic flow that sneaks in through the cracks in the wall. (and baby, it's dirty.dirty.dirty but it's home.)..
Tramps Like Us

Tramps Like Us

A Poem by Hotel Mornings


Tonight in parking lots we are concrete gypsies. Asphalt blisters under our toes.