Hotel sublong

 The cake and pastries she consumed
In the front seat of the old orange car
The hotel quirky, front office window reflecting a green glee
The itinerary was being planned

Like a stunning restaurant hall
afore a closed off dark mouldy kitchen

That is the servant the eternal disappointment
A scoulding waiting to exist

So out to book the various tours
There´s only another three days of sun
And then everything will be gone
You will cease to exist

So in your panic and failure to book the tours
You find yourself stuck in a glass elevator
Not even aware of which floor you are on
The doors wouldn´t open
It was providence 

The world can just admire you
In your conndensation over ridden glass cabinet
You make your way back to the parking lot
Western californian oversized pine peaking down
at you and your parents
 

Your mother overeating your father making fine excuses for her
Truth was hidden in dollar store somewhere noone could identify it
Outside conflict attempts to distract us from the glaring blue sky
The grinning reception
The jittery waiters and hotel staff

Father dreams of chopping that pine down with his axe
Providing 4 months of firewood
cold should be over by then
Vacation certainly will