last report

2008 was a good year of freedom. it should have been the last dedicated to such pursuits, though.

here's a notebook (the notebook?) entry in a polished form.

Last Report

Presented here, the last report filed by our top agent before going to ground in Singapore. Turned up fifteen months later in a whorehouse in Tokyo wearing a kimono and a necktie, drinking sake out of the polished skull of a shogun—

There is no sunlight louder,
It burst big muscles through blinds.
She click-clack
At fury typewriter,
I, written, rewritten history,
Dosed five gallons white-out—
See it, smell the urine
Stain in green corner carpet,
The dog got tossed out.

She still make new truth,
The ribbon go wild now,
Afraid it will rip,
Sever each artery in
Thousand mile radius.
Anything for me turn out villain.
“It's important,” she say.
Lips wrapped tight round
Brown burning cigarette tip.
I believe her,
She knows score.

Hey! Gunshot!
Maybe water pop over stove.
We're losing face being so
Jumpy,
No reason to fear
anything it's important she
still typing I wrap
finger around bed post.
We should get
Going.
Me and her meander
Through dirty street.
Shadow like big stalker
Over shoulder, Physical
Build of paranoia.
I duck in alley.
She walk straight.
Maybe see her again.

Send post posthaste,
Forward to big top hat
Chief—
Much love.
Watch out for build up
Of red dust in the
Shining grey attic.

a strange one, but i think the fact i wrote it shortly after watching cronenberg's take on naked lunch may explain that. it's a bit faux-noir hokey.