bullet Academic? , not your fault? gone hungry? — slave ship alert then eat them
mmmm
gravy, KFC in wooden cells
if I was alive,
I'd get taken to the park
and watch the daffodils, watch the ducks, watch the red squirrels, the 3000 bears
— say to myself then, Doug, spirit of the dead Franciscans, I wish I were a TV guy
THE HOTEL IBIS — THE NEW INTERNATIONAL — PARIS ONE SHORT STOP OFF
(points with decision )
Larry? digesting (how he put it) something shake digesting Larry? under the floor
train thru the strange heart of Ashford / bullets / but I'm back
better now ********* better
no need for the doctor ( life in cheap European city —
movie scenes — known all sense known it was steady
Fortune, I and the army of the undead have become as one, cohabitants, at
the ghost of an abbey, friends —
fallen in with the antichrist set / collabots, all to thieve four live languages for
nothing
the master vampire interjects from his car as on May day —
everything is connected in space — contiguous in history, but as for time, with all this immortality, lingering round the shops
how does that correspond to goods, its value accreted to the thing?
but
residential districts, what do Edwardian terraces really demonstrate — this 100 000 souls,
hotel windows open to black skies
questions of did you live?
vendors merchants
daughters
in the form of stones, you kick don't kick the Thames unto
shallows / what quintessence leisure/ sacred bags / hit the traffic pacified,
brackish to mill waters — light into flames — dead pool
shades of wolves and bears conflate under a prefabricated roof
the
gym, a modern gym, full equipped the modern gym
wooden stake rebounds off half furnished house/ an image of contingency, perhaps
prices augment, germ and flower
bats eaten by slugs, then the slugs eat
the slug
master in cab and then free
'thanks for nothing, hedge captain
all we got left was some lawn
some coca, some licks of coca, a rapport, orderly, a shock back to coherence lay
back the living thing
3 years in a hotel vault my veins popped with ancient lore, Tolkeiny runes we all understand, no napping
negotiate the system clockwise, anticlockwise, travel resource in lapidary chunks
make advance
in plastic pants, medical opinion said go, come-back, let forth a volley of slows
incomprehensible signs said stop
isomorphic ghosts in blood withdrawal no agency to take my side, no state, in spooky whistles barks and growls,
crawl round fake mansions looking for my zipper — o mass transit system — a decent grave
my career suffered after easter break, basically similar forms shipped out, harrowed to the easter soil, churned purgatory, to live always —
I took the blame by call
master set up in the hotel ibis as one animal or another, torch of all Europe, as entity he was / /
/ / a conversational stiff
no one cared for my needs, my appraisals suffered, the casual work dried up,
as a marked man crossed reeds burned my throat, marshy sunlight
made my legs twitch and ache. No structure —
no sequential organisation of lights, long wait to be seated
all outa sorts
couldn't even get out the house to burn in the streets
look into the drains and irrigation ditches, polders which way the eels
went their way
heated pool you can lie down, kestrel/hovers — you don't eat at all
dead little old ladies, tend towards a nominalism but that's on the outside of unsold rooms
changing rooms where everyone lies — to the left master
hotel ibis
supports red light, green light, green light on orange with rooms set aside for acts of waste
abstracted sexuality, finger the grubs and what passes for poor,
carrion an annex across Europe, another 80 rooms
beach calls, a preterite life, cafe workers prepare japanese cars to mount them
calves slaughter in their gardens,
but traffic mounts, lives on as displacement, energy in managed tones
colour lifts, sets down a couple of inches to the left — a ringing a rampage
the disembodied mutt of a master holds the line
(though down in three years)
The Hotel Ibis has just been built, Stratford's green fields crave restitution and sleep,
to capital pleasures international return
lick up granite red walls from industrial base, river hotted
young workers
Afghanis, Poles, Little Buddhas and Danes
to Britney flies in
for a shape to go shopping, another body to boil, murmuring of the poets, the ghouls
she, hotel ibis, hides in a tarts room
as she hid in mine, ah summer how she managed me
takes on her soul disgorges — comes twice/ eats everyone after the house to the streets/
and slugs -
they come twice as wolves hugs when dead, green cellophane pelts
slip through the lights, fixated to amber
shroud money starts to stones/ stops to agglutinate around cells
quotation banner drunk as English tourists litter her crotch with unnecessary hair, guide clippings entreaties for food, Britney's eyes drop out — earthwards —
Jesus gently reanimates birds
o historic Stratford break yr shape even as you make it
you, locus of the ways, though the railway is just a ditch
icons come in droves to slag you off
dense orange granite recovered to the riverain but — ah
lithe as coots
sit up
continental traveler to your pills, keep keen, 'tween two electric plates that build your spires to cells and pots, lay your
facile streets — slip through the gates of death's army —
and unwind
gym, modern gym, full equip the modern gym, gym, modern gym