Madrid Before a Recession

by Ashleigh Rajala
the pavement throbs throbs throbs
but melts by night
a thousand suns a thousand guns will sleep
under its breast
in the air comes the stealth
a rabid heat
a cooling melody
an iambic attack to the skin
a shudder a shake
la bamba bedside manner
rap tap tap along a cast iron fence
masoned epicentres scrapbooked through history
thin horses fat pigs
black paintings white palace
the smoke is rising lifting clearing
burning el adios
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