where am i but here

There comes a time in life when everybody
must take a piss in the sink
-Peter Orlovsky


hotel rooms night and day
scratch & noise from hallways strange
never know who or what they are

brown tobacco'd light through
the crack'd shade
looks like dawn or dusk - the clock a.m.
or p.m. - the shuffle outside coming
or going

i stand in the corner & run yellow tapwater into my room
everything i know in a green sack
on the bed

everything i own goes down the drain
as i take a leak
the chipped enamel basin stuck again
in the corner of the room

who the hell knows where
the bathroom is, if any