The other side of the hotel

 On the other side of the hotel
My confidence and hopes all suddenly fell
I walked a path noone else would dare take anymore
The prohibited old basement door
Big backpack a shame keeping gravity heaped
shade and I almost invisible no need to creep

Each pink brick a delusion old man mirror won't fade
the side shrubs screaming for the blade
where your wife claire wouldn't lose a second's sleep
The sweat of ambling down there almost steep
mixed with early tea dead dog hair

Noble spiders left old webs
it all dried like an oven and croaked lke a deathbed
each brick to be stepped on as if fed
build another story on the house
bamboo rules you

So much more shade to distribute now fretting
midnight is the gull halved dead in seperate directions over kapiti
And of course the feijoa ripening where the thrush feigns sitting
rotting on the ground like a doom scoff old old boy
keep a lid on the gooseberry

ashamed of poking out like that
seen not heard boy seen not heard
and all of your traditional nonsense
shame and awkwardness followed me down
alone as some mostly are,  humming as ghosts

I'm just north of your courtyard
digesting the world as soil digests you
Help me build this hotel