Outside Room 7 at the Merryman Motel (revision 3)

[billy]

Revision 2

Whenever my Siamese cat tells me you're cheating
again, this headache becomes an icicle i like the enjambment in this verse
shattering on stone.

It's crazy to think that cats can talk, or even purr,
when it's clearly the buzz
of implanted transmitters.
Our secrets pad down moonlit paths,
slip underneath roof shadows. for me this makes more sense, and the first line is a little funny if you think about it. now conspiracy becomes an idea in the readers thoughts.

It told me where to find the bullet
pristine, like it had never been fired.
Oswald acted alone. But I knew that
already: some moments are too intimate i know of the theory but struggle see why a bullet would be found instead of a shell casing?

to share though, they do require preparation.
I chew on small squares of tinfoil to create interference.
The electrochemical reaction combines
with the mercury in my fillings,
so that I can become cigarette smoke
drifting invisible beneath the window i see now why i thought of the film where they all wore tinfoil hats, and how i was wrong. i should have seen it then. the 1st line leads into the verse much better here.

of the roadside motel you visit every Thursday.
You might see my reflected smile
as you apply lipstick,
or you might miss the obvious. i like this verse best. it feels threatening yet has little belief

i think the edit works well, the only prob i had was with the bullet as opposed to the shell casing. other than that it works well. it reminds me of gidions bible and the metallic strip in currencies all having bugs