Where'd you go. (Resurrection 2)

It's late again

too late again

and I'm in another hotel

motel

indian chief

hide and go seek

and a conference center

next door

where drunks stumble around

and the people upstairs

are putting on a private play;

they fuck, they fight

they fall asleep

they stain the sheets

each to be alone someday

in one of these rooms,

not wondering what happened anymore.

I ran out of litmus paper

and the acidity or base

of your diminishing footsteps

no longer interests me

no longer make a noise

as they fall to

as I rise from

another generic bedspread

to turn on the television

to silence my head.

The scientific process

failed

and I added another unrelated component,

(to further confuse the situation)

exhaled smoke,

and unwrapped a glass

which wasn't "half" anything;

I made comparisons of choices

and turned my back on 2 of 2.

I desire nothing

that isn't offered freely

and I don't go anywhere uninvited

but that's a lesson

from years of a death grip

on lost causes

and being moved

against my better judgement.

The questions are all rhetorical tonight.