My Fire Escape Forever Glows.
So still the Carlton Arms
all tattooed with tradition
Richard Hamilton of 1922
stayed for a while n’ painted
black cats, on the backs of doors,
cut effigies into the floors
then left, him and his mark.
The lobby swirls, a mirror ball,
a scull in a box, Manhattan down the hall
Bernard Baruch out on the street
and upstairs, me and my room,
lamp lit portraits of a charlies angel
an actual beauty, hanging
like my semi naked sink.
Still the fire scape glows
yellow hobo taxi noise and
trombones and drain smokes.
Garbage trash it spews,
from those fake Irish dives
it’s been months or more?
While Cisco it screams,
If i ever get leave or get lost?
To the Pontypridd of america,
all down on paper
for me to mourn later,
and wish I was gonner.
Hotel Scenario No.3
It’s a Monday night around 6:30 and Masuda has just left for the day. There are nine of us drinking wine in and around the office. Terry, Andrews wife is here and she’s brought their little girl Dylan, a crazy four year old, good as gold. John’s sat at the main desk, Andrew, Terry and Geoff are sat in surrounding chairs, Fonz is somewhere in the back emailing a girl in Russia he met on a dating site. Hugo and I are on our feet most of the time, going into another room to smoke, while the kid gives us a break form spinning and startling the cat. We’re all talking and getting drunk. We’re stealing Dylan’s crisps and Terry had an Idea to squeeze lemon on to them. We all agree it tastes good. We listen to music and have a little dance for a guy who lives an internet life sat in small town in South Dakota. Back in the office Andrew’s starts playing his guitar and Hugo rubs his moustache and asks why cant he play something more beautiful. Andrew starts to play something more upbeat and makes up words about feeling too happy. Dylan says she wants some rice and carrots and Andrew goes downstairs to Jimmy’s chinese place. He comes back with a mixture of the cheap stuff you can get for a five dollars. We all pick at the food. Dylan’s laughing and swinging around. Geoff puts on a sombrero and every one finds it funny.
