Men's Room Madrigal

by John Muth

I VISITED A LAND off the interstate,
A fluorescent kingdom
Of forgotten flushes,
Where old sages
Slouched in contemplation,
And warriors stood
With bowed heads,
Grunting their way to Nirvana.
There were no towels
In this land,
Only broken dryers
And bone-dry sinks,
Colors that made sense
Five presidents ago.
I found peace in this place,
But they would not let me stay,
Other, more worthy men
Were coming by the way,
But I'll never forget
The smell
Of acrid hyacinths and pine,
And waterfalls that washed away
The yellow mark of time,
And I will return again some day,
I will return again.

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