Wednesday, January 20

gracias a owl city....



the stars lean down to kiss you
i lie awake and miss you
pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere

Fulham Nil.....

Was it becoming a hinterland of mediocrity which I traversed, with sunburn burning sun into my northern European body, effecting a Gershwin aria? And conversations like these….

“How did Fulham get on mate?”

I had no idea. ”I have no idea.”

“They were at home in the cup, you know to um…”

I didn’t know, “I don’t know.”

Along the street someone English, was teaching English children, English football songs.

“Cheerio, cheerio, cheerio,”

Acknowledging their adieu, I left, clinging resolutely, to my hopes for travel, adventure and continuing education ……in life, other areas and arias.

sin palabras