We don't get many visitors at the
The pink neon Vacancy sign hums in the
dusk of a desert sky night after night.
I thought it would be temporary, my stay
here in room number thirteen.
It's funny how we end up in places we never
plan to be doing things we never thought
This place is El Quinto. You won't find it
on a map but it might find you and pull you
into the vortex and
keep you here.
I wanted to go to Hollywood. I know
that sounds cliche but it's true. I never
wanted anything so badly in my life.
Now I have a rock garden and no matter what
I draw in the dry earth with a
sharp stick, the rocks
Each night I find myself drifting
down to the pit of Hades.
I see a boy who might have been,
things that could have been but weren't,
things I should have done but didn't.
All those voices of the dead,
crying out to be heard.
Then, something will call to me
from some place far away
and I follow it back to the surface.
All that remains of the dead are echos of chaos.
What did they say to me?
Night crawling again
searching for solitude and clarity
under a full moon.
Warm soil beneath my bare feet
as cactus blooms open slowly.
The woods are alive with creatures seldom seen
in the light of day. Owls hunting,
tiny tree frogs chirp, rabbits dash from shadow to shadow.
Secrets can be shared that could never be uttered
in the daylight world.
To others, night births whispering demons
from the Apocalypse Cafe and brings unrest
in suicide houses on an otherwise peaceful street.
A neighbor lies dying in a pool of his own blood
awaiting the end of his journey.
Old people rise from sleep, awakened by some
unseen force and how