Putt-putt.
I am riding a scooter to work. I am pouring wine today.I don’t have a job.
The air smells like marbles and water when it is undisturbed. I like riding the scooter for the other scents that come my way. Detergent by the corner car wash, hair product on the corner where everyone stands. When you pass the area most un-locals are funneled through, it smells like fast food, making me throttle down.
I don’t know what acacia smells like, but I smell acacia. There is something bacterial and wrong near Burnside, leaves in their death throes in the gutter. Portland is beautiful, the rains come and go. I’m carrying a jacket I don’t need and arrive safely everywhere I go.
I pour wine, everyone is great. A friend comes and kills his day with idle conversation. I eat a pizza with a beautiful stranger, eat rotisserie chicken out of a Ronco machine. I am working but not working. Conversation flows, the ride home is easy and still jacketless.
Why does this town keep doing this to me? Thanks, regardless.
The air smells like marbles and water when it is undisturbed. I like riding the scooter for the other scents that come my way. Detergent by the corner car wash, hair product on the corner where everyone stands. When you pass the area most un-locals are funneled through, it smells like fast food, making me throttle down.
I don’t know what acacia smells like, but I smell acacia. There is something bacterial and wrong near Burnside, leaves in their death throes in the gutter. Portland is beautiful, the rains come and go. I’m carrying a jacket I don’t need and arrive safely everywhere I go.
I pour wine, everyone is great. A friend comes and kills his day with idle conversation. I eat a pizza with a beautiful stranger, eat rotisserie chicken out of a Ronco machine. I am working but not working. Conversation flows, the ride home is easy and still jacketless.
Why does this town keep doing this to me? Thanks, regardless.
posted by Jassmond at 2:16 PM
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