City that breathes the soggy melancholy
of mornings without light ,
desolated bottles lying on the gluey
gutter's lips ...
Sub 'station ''Lone wolf ''
Flowers are only for virgins and graves...
City that speaks a thousand languages
of silence and indifference ,
frozen margarita in the fridge,
my only future ...
It's raining on the city,
the tearful pages of a faded book ,
drift on the great collector's canal
of illusions ...
Brussels breaths out humid
and fungicide homicides ...
Sub'station '' Death surfer ''
Before the big bungy to eternity
a guy on the platform listen
to the violins of discordant loves...
The pavement around the terminal
is damp from the nocturnal sins ,
a skeleton draws the curtains
of a dawn epilogue that stinks
of sour champagne and semen
Brussels plays dirty couplings ,
girl's dreams ,consumed by fatality,
wrecks and sea men ...
I feel alone broke and down ...
It's raining on crumbs and cores,
Sub'station '' Serial dealer "...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 20th, 2023 05:15
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Comments3
And I thought is was the heart of the Euro.
it is 3 times alas !
A grim picture of urban life filled with contradictions and hidden histories...
Inspiring urban ugliness...
Great microcosm. fantastic study.
Gloomy reality of our large urban centers...
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