Devouring frightful birds
Through quick windows
(options on beef p. 5)
And then imagine a tomb
Of awkward selectors
For their women and children
Dispersed the pavements
Good fortunes at last
That quintessential spark
At Hotel X
At Hotel X
At Hotel X
Where vicious daughters
A driven filthily
And anything hides
In shriveled artichokes
Clean on carpet floors
Arm escape
Without a kiss
Chairs fall loudly
Supplementing oboes
The trees outside
Are heavy with acorns
Naked swimmers faking sleep
New suits are worn
Nattily thus destroyed
At Hotel X
Writer(s): Robert Pollard Jr
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