The New Hangover Hotel

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The New Hangover Hotel

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We were a survey crew about a dozen strong
a veritable rolling little mobile business boom
staying on farms, lodges, for a month or three
… in rural Zululand and points south and west
with dirty dirt-bikes and clunky GPS machines

New Hanover had a none-star rough hotel
that we quickly overran, so the owners
got a cutie barmaid to help us drink.

The first night she showed up,
the testosterone and smoke
were thick enough to slice,
the boys burning bridges
in a blur of talk and tips.
I ignored it in a corner,
busy with other stuff.

I skipped the bar the next night
and then appeared in the kitchen
after closing. Ha. We made a deal
on dishwashing for beer and shots
and laughed while the radio played.

in a blueprinted sim of centrifuge
casting layers in arcs of finitude,
a bright, whimsical musicality’s
prismatic droplets of reality

I remember running the big old tub,
muddy work clothes all everywhere,
Miss Jane Delicious in that armchair,
painted by the light of a candle stub.

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The link at the top doesn’t seem to be working. I thought to create longer poems by adding a back story to a quad. The poem is standalone without the link but it also adds some depth.

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Nicely visual, Mark.

The testosterone and smoke thick enough to slice…

From that line alone I can feel the scene.

I can also imagine the kitchen deal for the washing up.

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Copy, paste and search gets the original poem about Jane; it adds depth.
There’s a real Wild West thing going on in the poem, glad to see you got the gal.
Really nice write, especially loved the last S, really liked that last line, and the detail in the very last word is unusual and brilliant.

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Thanks Gyppo and Colm. I enjoyed the write, like completing a puzzle.

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I followed the cut and paste route too, Mark.

Nice poem, vivid picture.