By nightfall the neon gleams
Something otherworldy promises
But the edges of a trick come through
in the form a suble micro flicker
The carpark below it half full
by midnight it will be overloaded
two long boots exchange concrete
making their way toward the wooden steps
last nights rain well soaked into them
A hadn extends and caresses the railing
fresh nail paint reflecting in the orange lamp light
Tweekers jump down the same wooden stairs
galloping their needs in their knees
The woman barely notices them and vice versa
Both will have their ends met before twelve o One
The motel sits a delapidated turtle lazy satisfied
It's shell the enclosing roof covering thirty rooms
hoarding the vibration of a million dirty deeds
This place never sleeps
the ghosts that loom out were once humans
Their dishonest needs slowly throwing them out of reality
At some point they lost it, an O.D, an overzealous loanshark
A new click putting the smack down
A spiralling doom that forced the hand
To kill the body
