Businessman vanishes (salesman's sonnet #4}
Wished away in a taxi reeking
of stale tobacco smoke and conversations.
To an airport that proffers no farewell nor greeting
apart from hostesses teeth-white ministrations.
I'm work to them and they want me seated.
Airlocked for prepackaged trays of meals
flavour enhanced and reheated,
everything vacuum packed and sealed.
Nothing upsets when the hard's turned elastic,
when cover-up courtesy smells most infer.
Obsequious imprints of credit-card plastic
by rat-faced receptionists calling me sir.
A world that's become like this hotel room.
All trace of occupation to be cleaned away soon.
of stale tobacco smoke and conversations.
To an airport that proffers no farewell nor greeting
apart from hostesses teeth-white ministrations.
I'm work to them and they want me seated.
Airlocked for prepackaged trays of meals
flavour enhanced and reheated,
everything vacuum packed and sealed.
Nothing upsets when the hard's turned elastic,
when cover-up courtesy smells most infer.
Obsequious imprints of credit-card plastic
by rat-faced receptionists calling me sir.
A world that's become like this hotel room.
All trace of occupation to be cleaned away soon.
[Sonnet from a collection by S.C.N. Pockley]
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