Posted in Copenhagen, Life

Waiting on a corner

In Viborg, no less.

It seems like no one is home, but they forgot to turn out the lights, anyway.

Crazy Danes.


I think, I had a dream last night

I visited some place, it could have been there, but then..


Waiting on a corner in Viborg,

wondering if she was wearing her new dress,

or if her friend had learned to chaperone better?


I guess, killing time in Denmark is the thing to do,

if no one else comes by, then I might just hop on a bus

Perhaps to the Cultural Capital of Europe,

The place that anyone, who wants to be someone

is visiting,


No, not Viborg, but Aarhus…..


Waiting on a corner in Aarhus.

Wondering if she’ll be wearing her new dress, or if

It wasn’t until the Mew Concert, that would let it see the light of day

in the Danish Night……


Waiting on my imaginary corner

somewhere in Denmark,

My imagination tends to run wild, sometimes,

yet another of my failings,

no less….






My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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