Tom- Tom
Cloud City
Sometimes
I
think
about
the
city
by
the
lake
and
dream
of
all
the
summer
fountains
I
want
to
jump
into
with
you.
TomSometimes
I
think
about
the
city
by
the
lake
and
dream
of
all
the
summer
fountains
I
want
to
jump
into
with
you.
Bus terminal. Greying hair as thick as straw, You shave in the sink Before you fall black and down On the cold-smeared-shit tiling of the Greyhound bathroom. There is no life before Fent, she said. He