the skies of this city in my hand
like humble gift of seasons...
the streets of this city, dreamers
in the silence of laces...
the shadows of this city, roaming
dogs in the back of beyond...
the windows of this city, crying babies
beseeching, north sea, the monsoon...
you, brussels, ugly shameful virgin
your towers are twisted and pee
your blank has a taste of nonentity
Brussels you're a caricature
joker liar and jolly buffoon
paris the great mocking
your insignificant crumbs...
Brussels, faded capital
hardly flatulent Flemish...
Brussels you, my lunatic memory
my continental wafle, adrift...
Brussels, three aces love
candlelight dinner, black out...
Brussels terminal sentence
interlude going on for ages
I miss you my penny-pincher lady...
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