mexico city                              
    2018


COULD BE SUMMER IN NEW YORK NOW     LITTLE ATOMS COME TO MIND AND BURST
BLACK LIQUID PAVEMENT BUT DOESN’T RUN     I MAY NOT RECALL MY BODY OLD
WITH DISTANCE     AND HOME FALLS FROM MY MOUTH LIKE I ATE TOO MUCH    
IT’S ENDLESS / WE PARTY BLIND     I FEEL FREAKY KNOWING IT     COULD BE
SUMMER IN A COTTON CANDY GUN              REMIND ME BACK TO PLASTIC DEAD
LIKE HORSESHOE CRABS IN SAND     BREAKS-CUT                       SUN
HOT WITH AMMUNITION IN THE USA                  ALL THE SKIN OR NYLON
INTERRUPTED     A PHONE REPEATING SNAIRS LOUDLY ENOUGH AND CORONA MIXING
WITH THE SALT WATER         A PERSONAL TRAIN TAKES ME TO AND FROM      

                      IF I GO IT DOESN’T MATTER                                                            
    O’ JEEZ!

AND THERE’S NOTHING MORE TO SAY ABOUT IT







































































Mark



© Addison Bale 2018