make way for joy and catastrophe somewhere in your entire psyche make room for all do it all
make way for joy and catastrophe somewhere in your entire psyche make room for all do it all
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!
maybe we can just
a place of
respite

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.