poems, prose and
other pretty words
© 2010-2014
Chel Mercado

                      the neon lights beckon you home

					  
& she's a pretty little thing, she is
her careful hands you hold are gloved in white
& she's a pretty little thing, she is
you're laced with  b r i l l i a n t  smiles tonight

defiled Motel 6 sign lets you know it
has  v a c a n c y  for you  (your new friend, too)
a dirty window- the dirty window-
it seems to say, "you see through me, don't you?"

a lipstick stain's all she leaves behind her
( it's crimson, a bouquet of dead roses )
  the  only  difference  here's  the  color
  of  the  powder on the women's noses

the  pretty words  you wanted  there  to be
tonight  are (always) still just out our reach