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welcome
The hills across the valley of the Ebro
were long and white. On this side
there was no shade and no trees and the
station was between two lines of rails
in the sun. Close against the side of the
station there was the warm shadow of
the building and a curtain, made of strings
of bamboo beads, hung across the open door
into the bar, to keep out flies. The American
and the girl with him sat at a table in the
shade, outside the building. It was very hot
and the express from Barcelona would come
in forty minutes. It stopped at this junction
for two minutes and went to Madrid.
'What should we drink?' the girl asked.
She had taken off her hat and put it on the table.

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youth youth
Tuesday, July 21, 2009, 2:06 AM
youth youth
fading hard and fast
in time ill be an image
in the tray you ash

hanging sideways
off the table with wine
downing these pills
to keep lovely eyes dry

running through the miles
of the creaking sky
foolishly wide
foolishly beside myself

come back to me
blow invisible kisses at the sea
lets get drunk on rotten wine
let emptiness feed our rotting minds

you were contemporary
beige skin on royal sheets
your shoulders, coat hangers as you walk
down avenues, through neon lights

your face firmly planted in the pavement

you are merely
invisible photographs
in a mind getting frail and cold