worked in cheap motels (the kind where you can smoke) swam naked in those tiny pools
Ever dreamed you was in a room ain’t got no doors?
Now is come and gone —last planet from the sun— after ain’t even the day before no more
I missed a plane one time funny I remember that but can’t remember where
I was going ....
Ever bought a puzzle at a secondhand store?
Ain’t no life on this planet anymore where I’ve made my bed
in a room in a room I’m leavin’ soon from a room
ain’t got no doors
Leland James is the author of three books of poetry and has been published in a variety of journals, such as Arc, Orbis, and The South Carolina Review. He has also won several poetry awards, and has placed or received honors in dozens of other competitions. You can learn more at www.lelandjamespoet.com.
LAST PLANET FROM THE SUN —the lament of an aging whore by Leland James