Eliot said a poem distinguishes
What one really feels
And what one
Would like to feel.
And this evening stinking up
Streets of dogshit and
Public relief
I drink agua con gas
And bitter Kas
By a fountain
Later at Casa Labra,
I'll be served Oloroso
By a elderly waiter
As lovers leave
Their mouths open
By Catedral de la Almudena.
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