Sort of back for a while, peeking my head over the parapet.
Here is a music video I directed at the end of last year
1.
Unravelled in beach pots
of violet and diamond red
the honey hair strands peel off of her cheeks,
the tear glue
the prickle of the thorn in his thumb
the self replicating flanked mess of the left,
they talk of these things
So toward the Father dirt
a thousand hours drowned in the clarity of whiskey
and terse toothed confessions
echo in claves cobbled from the fortune of the coldest of stars.
2.
In this reverie I summon the tea to my lips, Dare-jeeling Ed they called me,
searching for lost time in friends and walks in the hills.
Cancers may come and go but the shadows of life I reflect are
diligently magnificent like humbled spirits slain with bridal flowers.
It was the ship's forecast and lonely coffee set for two that made me melt into the lookout's sea with an empty plate of Masala and hot flask of chowder.
Here is a music video I directed at the end of last year
1.
Unravelled in beach pots
of violet and diamond red
the honey hair strands peel off of her cheeks,
the tear glue
the prickle of the thorn in his thumb
the self replicating flanked mess of the left,
they talk of these things
So toward the Father dirt
a thousand hours drowned in the clarity of whiskey
and terse toothed confessions
echo in claves cobbled from the fortune of the coldest of stars.
2.
In this reverie I summon the tea to my lips, Dare-jeeling Ed they called me,
searching for lost time in friends and walks in the hills.
Cancers may come and go but the shadows of life I reflect are
diligently magnificent like humbled spirits slain with bridal flowers.
It was the ship's forecast and lonely coffee set for two that made me melt into the lookout's sea with an empty plate of Masala and hot flask of chowder.