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May 24, 2017
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The Man In The Hotel Room
(Chris Cornell)
The dealer always collects his debts
a ring heard in the spider reams of spring.
A thought to his black mare, but this strange glare—
The dealer always collects his debts
A ring, a thimble, a scream.
suitor and midwife, Chinese eyes
A thought to his black mare, but here this strange glare—
scarlet in spring; a ring borne In the siren song
of a hot, empty spring.
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Comments
Ali Zonach
8 years 1 month ago
Not sure,
could be about a western gambler in a hotel room reflecting on his losses, but I might be dead wrong. I like the mystery.
Ali
fink555
8 years 1 month ago
Yeah
The dedication to Cornell is abstract