http://www.notellmotel.org/weblog.php en-us http://www.notellmotel.org/weblog.php http://www.notellmotel.org/index.php?id=P1493        (an Ashbery Erasure poem) That is if my lord, lit with secrets, rested hearty in his lounge Some prairie in the mural makes me wrong the late school brothels have no peg to hang a film on we want it sugar-coated the dance is no dance, scripts and mutilation the old way. http://www.notellmotel.org/index.php?id=P1492        (an Ashbery Erasure poem) She was a strange fault thought for every minor upheaval It may have been the praying, white lake like a photograph of plasma a man shits a cookie cutter a steamroller lops off nine busboys in my own dream I square the imaginary hinge we were meant to oil mother is mindful of rain in the mixed drinks girls like lemonade http://www.notellmotel.org/index.php?id=P1491        (an Ashbery Erasure poem) language itself A hanging we cling to now it is half-past five the learning has begun Who weren't learning stopped knowing the silence time as a seal, contained, not banked: you don't jostle the voice, and the feelings leave http://www.notellmotel.org/index.php?id=P1490        (an Ashbery Erasure poem) you keep up with them conscience and crowd a bell-jar wiped clean with suffering a woman comes quietly to the glass transformed into static you are a voyeur, too a voyeur trying to kill the mind, drifting away, faintly out of tune no scars we had the reward of shining eyes full of cataclysm a landscape that matters maybe she will come along mean an... http://www.notellmotel.org/index.php?id=P1489        (an Ashbery Erasure poem) I hate this room, the whole whatever life beyond part mind in the moment– kindly, crazy enough to smile somehow as we converse transparent mess of a dream even when there's a beating i want the openness of an unasked question calculations of heaven i own the starting gate http://www.notellmotel.org/index.php?id=P1486 X When I pull the curtains close I see the white SUV with the black skull on the hood speed away from the curb. I see Half Scary standing on the sidewalk holding a sign that says, "You Are A Good Person." XI An accident takes place. The white SUV with the black skull on the hood hits the side of the house where the man is living inside the chimney he built around himself. The chimney crumbles. The man flies out and lands on the hood of the white... http://www.notellmotel.org/index.php?id=P1485 VIII The white SUV with the black skull on the hood follows me to work. The windows are tinted but I can see the strands of your hair blowing in the breeze of the air-conditioning. IX Half Scary brings me a kitten. Two hours later he steals the kitten back. In the morning he's at my door with a bucket of water and the kitten. "Nice job," I say. He pulls a rusty knife from his back pocket. "Impressive," I say. He pulls an ice pick from his... http://www.notellmotel.org/index.php?id=P1484 VI Most things are anti-climatic. This is the case when the man finishes the chimney built up around himself. Someone asks the question if the rest of the house has people built inside its parts. That is a good question. It's a pulled string of imagination you can run after until the sky goes dark. Until the storm clouds scare you off. VII I wake early and open my closet for pants and a shirt. I suffer a mini-heart-attack. Half Scary was waiting behind my... http://www.notellmotel.org/index.php?id=P1483 IV When I leave my home I see the same car. It's a white SUV with a black skull painted on the hood. The first time I saw the car I thought Half Scary was the driver. But he isn't. You are the driver. V Half Scary knocks on my door. He's holding a birthday cake but it isn't my birthday. Half Scary is smiling. He hands me a present wrapped in rainbow paper. I wait for a second. "Thank you," I say. http://www.notellmotel.org/index.php?id=P1482 I I spend the afternoon throwing cotton balls at clouds. There is a man who lives around here named Half Scary. He comes to my door after I have run out of cotton balls. "Half Scary," I say, "how are you feeling today?" Half Scary opens his mouth and a blood spattered bat flies out. I shake my head. I close the door. In my bedroom there's an angry cloud waiting for me. II There's another man in this town who is building a...