been wanting to put this together for a while. thank you insomnia :)
MERCURE
The plants are made
of plastic
and there is moss
on the fountain tiles.
It’s the only
unattended part of the hotel.
And I’ve been
coming here for a while.
Today I’ve been
here a while.
The surface of the
pool is smooth. blue.
The surface of my
beer is white. foamy.
The only noise on
the patio
are the clinking of
silverware.
A family is eating
a few feet away from me.
Fat as fuck daddy,
spoiled as fuck kid. Laughing. Crying.
Demanding and
getting.
My dad works here.
Three years to go before
he retires from the ties of working.
Thirty five down already.
Goddamn I’ve worked
what? Barely six?
Rising behind the
hotel walls, Algiers-white façades. Buildings.
The sun slowly
fades on them and tints them. Orange kinda.
I try to think and
scribble but
I got songs in my
head that won’t leave me alone.
My dad comes down
and asks me if everything’s alright
as if I was a
customer. We laugh about it.
He tells me I should
bring a girl sometime.
Good idea.
The obnoxious
family leaves.
My dad later tells
me they didn’t tip.
The sun does and
makes the buildings more golden
than the silence
that falls here.
A plane crosses the
sky . Defies the dying sun with it’s silver belly.
Now pink, gliding
over the quiet clouds.
I take a sip and
the sun dies.
Goosebumps on my
arms.
All of a sudden I hear
croaking and cries,
laughs and shouts.
Like a hundred
crows, a clatter
invades the hall
and the patio.
Two buses of Chinese
tourists, expected, have arrived.
I rise
the pool’s still smooth and blue
I get out.
