Businessman vanishes (salesman's sonnet #4}
I'm wished away in a taxi reeking
Of stale tobacco and conversations.
To an airport where reflections are fleeting.
Grim hostesses teeth-white ministrations.
I'm work to them and they want me seated.
Airlocked for prepackaged tokens of meals,
Coloured, flavour enhanced and reheated,
Everything is 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.
My world has become like this hotel room.
All trace of occupation, cleaned away soon.
Of stale tobacco and conversations.
To an airport where reflections are fleeting.
Grim hostesses teeth-white ministrations.
I'm work to them and they want me seated.
Airlocked for prepackaged tokens of meals,
Coloured, flavour enhanced and reheated,
Everything is 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.
My world has become like this hotel room.
All trace of occupation, cleaned away soon.
[Sonnet from a collection by S.C.N. Pockley]
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