Occupancy

Paul Piatkowski

 

A world bequeathed from Dallas

luxury suites sweetly scented-

home to the visiting, from France

to Hawaii , Paris to Waikiki .

Waldorf hatched to heat young boys

and the very ripe men, too beautiful

to consider the brute generalities

of the gender. Shaped by skyscrapers

tucked into these city blocks, she breathes

in and out. Excess essence scented

deep into her pores. Disregard

those casual worries of the everyday

when the smoothness of skin

has never been questioned.

 

Inheritance inhibits innocence

when the money mark attaches

like a slogan to her slow sweat.

It becomes easy to foster fantasies

of filling into this Hilton,

the heiress’ sweets suggesting

the traversing of floors to

anxious Americans marketed

by conquering corporate collars

feasting on the fasting dollar

as it grows thin like models.

Paris becomes light blinding,

littering pages of tabloid papers

Stunts suffocate

when intentions have no direction—

yet survival is over obvious, so

why not be reckless? Options

to repeat, refuse to review, no

reason to recognize while surrounded

so succinctly by the ingenuine.

Introduction to the high class

crossover of culture and icon

popping into the public’s lips,

lingering like that last suck of lollipop

lounging from tongue towards throat.