Guesthouse

Taking parts of the river
locked in a suitcase
to enjoy and study
and see if the voices

re-emerge from
the ausland of negativity
busy with letters
envelopes the internal

compartments of
this suitcase of coordinates
of catcradle between
the floors of my hotel

the mezzanine threading through
appearing from a place I cannot see
as a klein bottle
where I am drunk

with the river bugs
who are drunk off me
(a swell party)
i unpack the river

trope and table top
and I push and poke
to feel its calm noise
"yes this is a good one"

and i coach it along
to my river parts
collection. somehow, like
connecting cables

a great unified glow
and hum will form
as I rewire the building.