Zoot

His legs
wrapped around my waist,
showed great distaste,
how disgraceful
This legionnaire with empty eyes,
no big surprise there,
just a vacant empty room to let
in his stare
Shaving razor blade
laid bare against my neck
What the heck?
Hardly a good welcome
or well met
in this place of impurity
A hotel called Baumette
with the highest security
Using reason
and reckoning
he lessened his hold
Cockroaches swarming over beds
we talked and rested our heads
Making games of flicking beetles
off the freshly made bread
Peephole squeaks
and peering eyes peek
at now meek and mild
reconciled
soon to be
before the beak