Sadomasochistic rain in Leipzig. It slaps the sidewalks.
It sticks its fingers down their drains. It relieves itself
in the city center, then washes away the evidence, so that
on Monday the boss won’t notice anything. But
the boss is no better, he beats his wife, who
takes it as the usual marital tempest. I’m having a smoke
in a hotel window, I stub it out on the windowsill,
which reminds me of your back. Below there’s