The hotel gave it´s first present, the box caused perfect intrigue.
It opened out like a rubix cube unfolding.
Then demonstrated just how easy and blissful a life for two could be!
d*mn it was just missing the instructions.
Born into a campfire,
singing dancing chanting painted adolescents.
Cicadas hollering orchestras on their backs.
The boys and girls raving and mad from the sweet humidity
and mosquito bites.
When the fire dies down all of them are alert,
into the midnight they go with a gulp and a burp.
Checking out(of the hotel damned)
With the key the money I owed and the owners
authoritative voice I was now leaving.
One surprise altogether chilling, knocked the air out of me.
In the foyer a woman was rummaging in the lost property
cupboard, when a monstrous voice cacophoned out like
falling shoes and ringing sirens.
The noise of a ghost so poisonous it´s prolonged presence
would madden you.
The woman clerk jumped like high hell and gave a short
explanation before continuing her small insignificant errands
in the foyer.
They all made little effort to give any reason to the ghostly abruption.
It was like a madmans music.
The hotel damned(part whatever)
The hotel gave another present before the departure hour struck.
The present was a one eyed underwater duck in a glass tank.
Through it´s only eye every possible lake surface blue shined.
The essential colours of water.
It wouldn´t quack or even wobble.
It would live an injured life underwater,
I the overdue guest accepted.
For what would be it´s fate if not?
Down the corridors the group of youths skipped as tight friends.
They pointed me out as if a landmark in a city perhaps the
resident monkey puzzle tree.
Alas concerning purchase and desire not a minute was I given.
The youths arm´s laden with new clothes firmly gripping to
some current version of pop destiny.
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