Deep Sleep - Tai Chi

In your room, stuck in a heat

As if the power of the sun

Was all being spent in one noon

You woke with your head the wrong end of the bed

You stair at the phone as it rings

But right now two yards is two yards too far for you

And you feel the summer burning little holes in every sense

That you’ve got and you’ve seen the ceiling turning

On a dark ride that won’t let you off

In your room, high above the streets

Your patience is stretched snap taut as a drum

Soon don’t mean soon, it just slips off her tongue

And the waiting makes statues that crack when she comes

And you shake.

.. you need her to come

And you feel something burning, it’s your dignity

It’s seen how far you can fall and you feel

The hours turning into centuries full of nothing at all

In your room, alone on the sheets

Skin so pale it glows opaque in the night

Dawn will soon come, the darkness be gone

Along with the crutches it takes to feel strong

Still your fear will be dragged into the light

And deep down inside you are burning

With the hatred of what you’ve become

And you fear that you’re turning into something instead of someone

Room 83, it’s the one you never leave

It’s a little piece of hell, your Spanish hotel