Pillage Diem 
 
Suddenly a flash that this is it. 
Frowning in the hotel around the corner: 
Not even a toothbrush with you, miss? 
 
Sweaty naked she tosses and turns through 
a thousand sheets, dreams mirrors full  
of discarded looks. 
 
Through a hundred glasses she looks out  
over the city, sees how windows extinguish. 
The bath  soaks off eighty lives. 
 
Yawning she shuffles to the breakfast buffet 
here too some puppet on TV that delights her 
with vulgar worldly disasters. 
 
There curls the bill: one night. 
She laughs - if they only knew.