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I have Seen the Crossroads of My Future
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Not Sleeping in the Art Deco Hotel
My room should be dark but instead glows red,
Bordello red when it should be graveyard black.
The smoke detectors excessively bright running light
Tells me it is working, working to keep me awake.
The gilt trappings in The Art Deco hotel room,
In the opulent Art Deco hotel
(curiously built at the during the dark Depression)
Bounce the red light about, assisting the fire alarm
In keeping me awake and are abetted by rattles and
Bangs from the other glowing
Art Deco rooms in the Art Deco hotel.
And the bed squeaks.
The lightest shifting of my ever more tired bones
Produces a squeak or a creak surely heard by others
Lying in their glowing red Art Deco hotel rooms.
You and I, we couldn’t even make love here
Without squeaking and creaking our way into the
Semi slumber dreams of the other guests in the Art Deco hotel
Left to wonder whether we were the sounds of yesteryears’ passions
Or whether we were in the midst adding layers
To the immortal hauntings of the Art Deco Hotel.
I’d Eat a Rancid Nut Roll
I’d eat a rancid nut roll for you.
I’d wait ten hours in line for tickets
to a concert I didn’t want to go to.
I’d wear a knife onto a plane.
I’d throw sand on my bed sheets
And somehow not complain.
I’d under cook my chicken.
I’d wear heavy leg weights
When the ice was too thin.
I’d give you all my chocolate.
I’d consort with libertarians
and live with all the hate.
I’d do all these things for you
And you’d marvel at my devotion
And all the drugs that I must do.
Fortress of Dissolitude 