You neglect to cover
Your nocturnal mess
Your routine dysfuntion
On display for guests

In this suicide hotel
Yours is passive-aggressive
Hothouse weed, you wither
The bloom of too-soon spent youth

You're full of epigrams
Smothered and unheard
'Til they're skull-trapped echoes
Personal clichés

In this suicide hotel
Yours is passive-aggressive
Hothouse weed, you wither
The bloom of too-soon spent youth

You slumber, you absorb
All and the kitchen sink
You let the mold break you
Immunity's forfeit

In this suicide hotel
Yours is passive-aggressive
Hothouse weed, you wither
The bloom of too-soon spent youth

© 2000 Bruce V. Bracken