The Flowers, They are so Damned Beautiful

Sakura

you awake,

violently,

in some

hot

and

cramped

hotel room, in some

strange

part of the world. 

bedsheets,

carpet,

walls,

all crusted with vomit.

the previous night 

a blur

of cherry red neon lights,

and crowds 

of strange

staring

faces.

pacific heat

is not good for hangovers,

and the trains 

need more seats.