Motel Fleurs du Mal

Oneiric invitation - the song/dream transforms, reshapes earth/bones/word into warm lips and flesh - solace from skeletal terrors - a beckoning towards release now corpus becomes dream again. Sweat-soaked pillow, bruised thighs; a fading sepia come-on. The song is the room and moment and memory, the body and the ashes - the

Motel Fleurs du Mal

Oneiric invitation - the song/dream transforms, reshapes earth/bones/word into warm lips and flesh - solace from skeletal terrors - a beckoning towards release now corpus becomes dream again. Sweat-soaked pillow, bruised thighs; a fading sepia come-on. The song is the room and moment and memory, the body and the ashes - the ghost of that indecipherable smile.

Smeared lipstick static from a broken antennaed wire hanger TV. Revlon tube cathode tube synthetic daisies; a bottle and some bills on the night stand. Star-spangled banner then the hum of darkness we’re alone. Hush and roar, the art of smoke-stained flower arrangement.

Tony Watts