Wednesday, May 2, 2012

3626. HERE YOU GO, MONTCALME

HERE YOU GO, MONTCALME
The key doesn't work any longer, a broken off
stump instead stays in the keyhole : no one ever
wanted in here anyway. Light too harsh, room
too cramped, smell atrocious, and  -  good God
once more  -  your dog, it appears, left droppings
everywhere. This reminds of a sort of new
post-apocalyptic design statement. Your
decor could soon be the new man's normal.
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Why do you keep those Revolutionary War
soldiers in the swamp-infested maroon hallway?
They are, truly, about as collectible as I would
be in a houseful of other men. Around them,
water drips, you pass in a robe, and nothing
much else really happens. They must be
bored stiff after Lexington and Concord.

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