FROM HOTEL TO MOTEL

I hear the scatter of wayward feet …. The anger brought into my den
As they look and see a voice toward me
Wonder why and what has been
Can’t explain the shape I’ve made …. Can’t explain the change
A shape not pleasant to the heart
Metamorphosis so strange
 
“Gregor tell me have you gone …. We planned to be together”
I hear Grete’s voice I answer not
She continues on with blather
I wave as if to catch her eye …. She sees not my complaint
My voice becomes a murmured chirp
Her name a distant faint
 
What has been of what I was … just an oval oily trunk
My head is small compared to all
Am I stoned or am I drunk
I find my mouth to be not where … I use to eat the crumb
Behind me now a backward scowl
Oh what I have now become
 
"Grete I see your affection wain" … a cruel demeanor rises
Something left beyond the theft
Of my change in footstep sizes
You’ve decided to prosecute … the case against my form
Knowing not … what I have lost
Vacuous as a windstorm
 
Mamma Samas don’t be convulsed … with the sight of me that’s altered
I’m still your son … what has become
My soul it did not conquer
You have to deal directly … beyond what a mother feels
Repulsive smell … does not tell
trapped inside this seal
 
Mr Samas, papa dear … I know I’ve changed your programme
Your angry light … now sees your plight
your workplace on the tram
The years you used my labor … comfortable life provided
No longer will I … supply family rye
Now who will do … is undecided
 
Warm smell of colitis … rising up through the air
Cleaning lady’s scent … directs her to a vent
To a package underneath the chair
She picks up the worded box … I begin tumble and slide
She doesn’t see … Inside it is me
I will longer hide
 
The charwoman inspects … as the box is inscribed
She begins to smile … as if beguiled
And reads the letters diatribe
Roaches check in but they don’t check out
Is what is said … I know am dead
“The roach motel” I shout