Filed under: MUSINGS
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.
Filed under: MUSINGS
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.
Filed under: MUSINGS
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.
Filed under: MUSINGS
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