Moving Along.

Nothing thrilling is happening. I am continuing to fall in love with the city. It is still scary and friendly. Strangely enough have been feeling more patriotic than ever before. It is really a new feeling for me. That will be for another post. 

A photo I took back in Edinburgh. That skyline is really gorgeous.

 I can't wait for real fall to set in here. The foliage is going to be off the hook in the park. I have tried to write a couple of times. It's been a bit difficult. I want to write a poem for the river Clyde, because I like it so much, and I keep trying to find my way to the canal but it hasn't worked. And I can't really write about the river until I have walked along it. So I wrote this. I think it's for Olivia. Not sure what it is or what it is about. Meh. 

The Millionth Untitled

Headbang

In time to

And as

Breaks screech

And the subtle unrest

Of slammed doors

Tears at the afternoon

Shimmy and shake

In empty bedrooms

Against a backdrop

Of liquor stores

And the rainy riverbank

Laugh and fall back

Again and again

Onto a thin mattress

In night that stretches dimly towards

No point of resolution