Four Poems - Marie Kazalia

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INSPECTION knock on my door 10:a.m. HEALTH INSPECTOR roll out of bed grumbling open up weird for me to see an Asian man hearing him speak perfect American English the first I've encountered since returning from Hong Kong He comes in asks if the sink leaks--- if I've seen any mice--- eyes sweep up and down my red silk nightgown his thoughts nervous suddenly glance catches my blow-dryer on the floor partially covered by paper & books --he steps closer to get a look disappointed it's only a blow dryer and not an electric vibrating dildo-- Marie A. Kazalia 1/15/96 . TV-on at first when the manager gave me a portable black & white TV, really not interested in having it in my room but now I leave it turned on to keep sound in here drown-out sounds in the hall-- wall pay-phone ringing with no answer stops--rings again Hear every shouted word dispute with the manager--every complaint-- lost keys late rent mail not received or the night manager after 10 p.m. even less astute dealing with people calls the police when he hears a man snoring in the womans bathroom--almost directly across the hall from my room-- the cops come and roust the guy out a junkie asleep in the bathtub after he's shot-up When I hear sounds out there-- some guy pissing loud into toilet water or a big fat woman grunting & farting into the toilet bowl--I turn up the volume only now I'm stuck listening to the TV day and night or listening to them when I read and write want to listen to me Marie Kazalia 12/25/95 . In the hotel I've had a room for around 6 months entire time hammering and drilling going on downstairs Some white couple with money constructing a clean spot in this neighborhood--for selling health food now that the construction over I like the fact they are down there and going to stay-- they keep music playing all day long sort of a light-muzac-jazzy sound that drowns-out traffic noises other tenants voices Just now an instrumental Beatles tune Come together right now over-me... Doot doot Dooot Dee Dah Doot doot Dooot Dee Dah I'm glad to have that music the place a little more bearable with it Now another Beatles tune, with lyrics SOMETHING IN THE WAY SHE LOVES ME... Marie Kazalia 95 . no connection John Duke's coke head logic fallacy took another swig off his quart bottle beer Colt 45 "Bukowski" he said "used to get drunk and write that stuff" what in the hell does that have to do with him just exactly how did that justify him? John Duke doesn't write at all just reads easy library books like Bertrand Russell's philosophy and thinks he's an intellectual while sweeps the G A streets general assistance supported debauched life in a soup kitchen line one morning saying things I used to say when I was eighteen like everything in life is an interesting experience but John's middle-aged his 8-track head clogged with narrow drugs Marie Kazalia 3/95

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