Hotel of Fragments~ By Lee Johnson

Castles and regal estates
Thriving in suburban marrow
Heartland of high stakes

Hunger drowns in the pond
Catering dawn till dusk 
Duty of resolving all vagabonds

Staffed with eagle’s eyes
To read the slightest faux pas
Quick to realign any flaws

Lightness of day is pall
Room and board is shared and small 
Acquiescence is the golden rule for all

Hotel of fragmented dreams
Losing yourself demands valor
Of alter ego extremes 

Acquired sojourn that bleeds
Caught in a cage of prey
Scream loudly for prior misdeeds

Peering through grey bars of strife
Breathing with breathless life
Thought is the only remnant still bright


Author Bio:
Lee Johnson was raised in San Francisco and influenced during the cultural movement of the 1960s and 70s. His interest in psychology developed out of a curiosity to understand the colorful street people of that era. So, he became a psychotherapist at the masters level for over 30 years. His themes often spring from his work with people. The poem Hotel of Fragments is from his counseling work inside the prison.