tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85840348922729201892011-12-22T12:24:58.050-08:00Andy Mister's HotelsJess Mynesnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584034892272920189.post-54179824059153961972008-01-03T11:06:00.000-08:002008-08-26T09:39:59.643-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23kD3Q85ML0/R6iBRo6MpHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/h-JfjGvAjh8/s1600-h/hotels_0002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23kD3Q85ML0/R6iBRo6MpHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/h-JfjGvAjh8/s320/hotels_0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163519112819549298" /></a><br /><div align="center"><p><i>6 1/2" x 5 1/2"<br />20 pgs</p></i></div><br /><br /><br />HOLIDAY INN<p></p><br />Last night I dreamed that I was you<br />& the poem was finished. Not that I haven’t<br />been trying: to wake out of this<br />dreamless flight becomes harder each<br />morning: quiet except for soft voices coming<br />from the radio: another I have wearied:<br />I slept while you wrote about sleeping.<br />That was on Cooley, near the freight yard: apt.<br />B6: the sound of the trains coupling like thunder<br />woke me: 3:10 a.m.: and thought: what<br />present has entered my wanting? Though I<br />was always waiting out: the snow, the sleet,<br />daylight: a pigeon is caught in my veins: cannot<br />open that window: cannot open your body.<br />& is it the body that lets us know that need<br />is only need & if so whose? are you too tired<br />to fly out? Yesterday: caught sight of myself<br />in a shop window: something else I cannot hold:<br />someone else I cannot press my fingers through.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584034892272920189-5417982405915396197?l=fewfurpresshotels.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jess Mynesnoreply@blogger.com