I woke this day to see through cirrus clouds and mist <br />a gusty wind blows from the Bay into my hair, <br />that bloody dream still sticks, I will reveal the gist <br />I walked inside the room, Hotel Pacific Fair. <br />Nothing to please the eyes, a mess of foreign things <br />a woman's dress flung casually atop a litter box <br />two kittens, fiery eyes, descendants from strange kings <br />a pair of purple pink and salt and pepper socks..... <br />He did not look too pleased to see me standing there, <br />security arrived to ascertain the current status quo <br />we run a decent house here, at Pacific Fair <br />and then they asked their questions, much to know. <br />Your room adjoins so we will let you be this time <br />(there was the wall to the outside, and NO next door) <br />though calm had now returned, as there had been no crime <br />I was confused and just remained there, seventh floor. <br />Would someone tell me where I live, I shouted out <br />here, take my name, I have no cats and wear no dress <br />a man in uniform, moustached and rather stout <br />took me aside and said my friend it is YOUR guess. <br />We cannot know where you reside, as we encrypt <br />all real passwords of our guests and passers-by <br />it all is classified and I must be tight-lipped <br />so sorry, I must bid you on this day Good Bye. <br />I now was homeless as the room was never mine <br />and those who'd have me had absconded so it seemed, <br />I bought a bottle of Vermouth, the streetbum's wine, <br />I did remember that the priest had said 'redeemed'.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dream-87/
