litote_convoluted: art: reno
reno
collapse on a bed in the cheapest hotel room in reno
went jogging in the snow at 5 am
the drunk couple who rode the elevator up with me
are fucking down the hall
and I think of you.
this city is lonely
the old people in the casino always smoking
having heart attacks over slot machines
gobble up your cash
but not like Vegas.
I write this to her drunken, raspy cursings
contrary reminds me
your verse flows so freely
like water from a facet to fill a bathtub, my skull.
I need to bathe.
my prose is so jer
ky. stops ab
ruptly. spins
around like
half of a
wheel.
you speak of elliot and cummings to me
your 11th, 7th chord blues man
you say that I would look good in paris
at a party, sipping champagne, in some sexy black dress
take me with you.
that night we spoke prose to each other
voices in low, most inviting, sultry tones
sidelong glances
kisses stolen
heat
wet windows
break—
and she screams
hot climax down the hall
I need some liquor, some aspirin
release what’s in my head.
but I just twirl pencil and close eyes.
I can’t say it all to you
not even on paper.