DITTO

Filed under: June 3, 2011, 2:13 PMFiled 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.



HOLLAND

Filed under: June 2, 2011, 1:41 PMFiled 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.



SHOOT

Filed under: June 1, 2011, 5:20 PMFiled 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.

