Thursday, July 16, 2015

6899. BLUE STIFF

BLUE STIFF
The wind is hollow as it blows through
Cleveland  -  the people there do not seem
to know their hour nor their place. The old
rubber factory is shuttered, and a few lost
and vacant cars are leaning around. 'We can
give those wheels air,' the locals say, 'but we
can't make them stay.' I guess it's like 
that lonely everywhere here.

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