poems to books i'll never write and lyrics to songs i'll never sing

hotel occupant memory

i lay here in this hotel bed
using my head as a record player
and my memories as a vinyl
i am spinning an artificial track of your laugh
round and round till i fall asleep
listening to the rasp and patterns it provides
over and over again

i'm trying to memorize it so i'll never forget
i never want to forget how beautiful it is