31.viii.00
Paris-le fin du siecle
all roads find their convergence
all threads form their yarn
all subplots have been realized
it comes to this
a moment that extends over many moments
a merciful death, if there ever was
31 augosto, aout, august: convergence.
now my summer ends
now I will find work
now I will terminate the lengthy holiday
now I will quit waking myself at
unnatural times and scribbling
now I will quit riding trains from
place to place
one plane ride out of fairyland
and I arrive back in the world of the dead.
Paris. back in my old haunt,
the Central Hotel
4th floor this time,
overlooking the street.
had to pay an extra 30FF
to get it.
but the dollar gained a franc
since last I was here.
cooler, more reasonable this time.
teamwork where one doesn't
expect to find it.
had to believe that a life
can change overnight,
in precious few hours,
in the space between
one time zone and another.
for a moment there I pictured
my manservant talking to someone
but I don't have a manservant
so I'm imagining two non-
existent people discussing
something in my favor.
because my manservant speaks French.
amazing what connections will do.
no amount of persuading will keep
the third from the window
they're *** their heads onto them,
what's left of them
and down in the crypt
there's something fun about
finding the bum end of the
statues and poking things
anticipating reaction from
the other end.
a distraction worth investigating?
maybe.
but it goes to show
that everything
must
find
it's end.
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