I choose to be loose
in the witty city
shitty city
pity city
where I disappeared
for the prime of my life
I choose to be loose
in the witty city
shitty city
pity city
where I disappeared
for the prime of my life
pathway seen in headlands
memory or future
invisible me you a stretch of breath
return a new
I won’t!
let’s go back and do it again
maybe we can just
a place of
respite
pull into
and out of
and through
as you can hear
my studio
oh sweet studio
9 years studio!
is very well insulated
This morning the most tremendous thunder I think I’ve heard in LA… woke me up and admittedly I was kind of grumpy like “what is that rumbling sound argh” and then I’m so glad I got up in the early dawn and saw this wall of hail approach and flashes so close I decided being on the roof maybe not the optimal place to witness.
Also this is another solo cello improvised thingy.