melodies #5
I can't remember where I was. I know I'd stopped to buy some
apples but I don't know where I was going or why I was going
there. Sleaze Nation: It is a trashy corner in a trashy city
in a country I'm not sure it even exists yet which I love very
much.
Brown crippled walls with bullet holes resist the new plaster
that seems colder than the torn facades.
Across the river, cranes reach out into the sky, their iron
sockets are submerged in dense sand.
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