'No, i won't be needing breakfast'

‘No, I won’t be needing breakfast’

premier inn, tell me

they go that extra mile

and i can see that,

in the exhausted receptionist,

her dead eyes

and rehearsed smile

my sheets are crisp

and clean and

pube-less,

smokers

are well catered for,

as are gluttons

lumbering toward breakfasts

bottomless

and expensive,

it is summer,

and the vending cans

are colder than quiet

try finding somewhere

to hang yourself with a belt –

the coat hooks

folded like an unrehearsed lie,

the shower rail

squealed and strained

and choked – then broke

cushioned

by yesterday’s towels,

whilst there is enough bedding

to fashion a quality noose

the window

barely opens enough to vape

never mind, let loose

they really have

thought of everything,

for the lone traveller