Hurricane Outside

I love the smell of cigarettes in this

 

Non-smoking hotel room

 

And the soapless bathroom

 

But we don't really care.

 

And it is so safe in here.

 

The world can burn with hate

 

And the hurricane can rage outside the door

 

And they can say that we are bad

 

But they don't see the quiet good

 

In here

 

In this room.

 

Every inch of our skin

 

And our souls naked with it.

 

I have never been so safe

 

So stripped of my defenses.

 

And the world can accuse us

 

And the hurrican can rage outside the door

 

But we will wait

 

Until tomorrow to worry.

 

Reviews

[Nick Erickson]

I like the use of a hurricane in this piece, the world raging around outside of us as we peacefully wait it out inside - no matter what others think of what we are doing.

Well done, very strong.


"I had to read this, as I'm sitting in the Gulf of Mexico, waiting for Gustav to die out on land."