Recollection of predawn

A dull orange hung in the sky outside the hotel window.

Flickering neon reflected off the aged wallpaper.

Stale smoke coated the rooms interior

And all of my clothes.

Even after brushing my teeth

the booze fumes were leaking out

through my throat

and through my pores.

A dull orange

Like the hazy sunrise over the pacific.

East wind blowing Sugi smoke and the smell of factories to the coast.

Almost enough to make you choke.

A dull orange

like the buttons on the love hotel vending machine.

The cheapest room always wins out over my pride.

A dull orange glow

and the hum of a machine,

Like the the home room projector,

shining slides of things I should’ve

or shouldn’t ov done.

A dull orange

Like a lamps glow

shielded by my eyelids

as I pray to sleep soon.

A dull orange

and a machine like hum,

The sensation of life starting

or ending.

Darkness.

Low earthly vibration.

Dull orange slowly envelopes.

Ears ringing now.

The sound is white,

Blinding brightness.

Then

Nothingness.