The Caliphate Motel (Part I)

Cherry

By Michael Valentine

Mon, 04 May 2015
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The Caliphate Motel
 
I'm living out of boxes in Room 6645
        of the Caliphate Motel
"Fucking queers, feminists and ethnics",
I hear the man mutter and snore
        in Room 6644
On Sunday mornings he smiles,
Though still muttering bile through a voice hoarse and sparse
After Church I press my ear against the wall
        and hear his latex-lover abuse his throat
        and fuck him tenderly up the arse
On Monday afternoon, we shared a glance in the hallway
A gaze, in a gazley way, as we pass
He mutters like an incantation,
"Fucking communists, foreigners, queers and blacks",
But I know his hateful dogma
        hasn't quite preached its message in his pants
All his cursing and vexing is just a miserly coot bull-shitting
Because his latex lover is a bi-sexual Jamacian
       and a member of the Socialist Party of Great Britain
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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

Mixture of grit and grime, which seem real and just fine, alas the last line.  

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

Glad to see this is Part 1 - I'm looking forward to hearing more about the place.  I have to agree about the last line (although it did make me smile) but I'll forgive you because of 'a gaze, in a gazely way'. Great.   

Submitted by Michael Valentine on

Thanks, guys. The last line was a joke when I wrote it; supposed to just sit there until I thought of something  better, but I started to like it - a kind of *badum tsh* groaner of a climax. The idea of such a mundane detail as a finish, juxtaposed with the explicit sexual tones prior made me grin. I might change it, if something appropriate springs to mind.

Submitted by london_calling79 on

The Motel is a great vehicle for your narrative. A different face everyday with a different story. Looking forward to lots more of these.

 

Submitted by Michael Valentine on

Thanks, Alex. Well spotted, that was my thinking too. The protaganist being someone who has become unstuck in this miserable place allows a new narrative every time within the same setting. I'll hopefully post more next week.

Michael.