QUOSH

DITTO

quosh — Fri, 03 Jun 2011 13:13:19 +0000

Do not press the button.

You smell of war
Your kiss is a a wrecking ball
I’m thinking about your hair. Again.

Do enter
Do feed the animals
Do look down
Press the button.

HOLLAND

quosh — Thu, 02 Jun 2011 12:41:09 +0000

Fuddled etchings
An unfamiliar bench,

Entangled teenage tongues and brine
A Promise that you couldn’t keep. In time.

Blurry neon. Off/On. Repeat.
Dissecting our shape before the heave of the promenade
Your words seem scripted

Communion.

Drawing on the last drops of April
This place can’t exist.

SHOOT

quosh — Wed, 01 Jun 2011 16:20:02 +0000

It was later than it felt and although you left hours ago
(It could have been minutes) I wonder if it was you at all?
It still looks like you.

A school photograph softened by time as girls you can’t remember look on.

Unaware, extras in your movie,

It was you all along.

ESPLANADE

quosh — Wed, 01 Jun 2011 12:18:25 +0000

Your favourite line from your favourite song
I was once your stylus.
A flat blue sky wraps itself around me like gum
This could still be anywhere. It’s not.

The faint yelp of a car alarm severs the din of Storrow Drive
I left before you even noticed