In the Ljubljana Rain

kids wear raincoats & play in fountains
in the ljubljana rain

lovers don emergency ponchos
in the ljubljana rain

streets are slippery & cobblestones weary
in the ljubljana rain

maps turn soggy & poets wander
in the ljubljana rain

when the rain tumbles down in july …

lake bled fills with stones & sparrows’ heads look stylish
in the ljubljana rain

mist makes a milkshake of the sky & words fall like acid
in the ljubljana rain

like a train in vain …

listen to the backpackers snoring
in the ljubljana rain

send it all home on a postcard
in the ljubljana rain

well i’m sleeping in a hotel doorway …

(i’ll blame it on a certain fame)

in the ljubljana rain

in the ljubljana rain

yeah these lonesome petalled shambolic mystifying
sweet deep breaths of ljubljana rain

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