Clinton
Not Bill. Big hair. Spaceships. Treating your body like an Amusement Park.
Not Bill. Big hair. Spaceships. Treating your body like an Amusement Park.
melody fast, melody blast!
persistence, resistence.
Like trying to get out those stubborn grass stains.
creeping along under the canopy…
Just a statue. Maybe some candles. An upright bass at the altar. A stream of light through the glass.
Put together, you get 12s. Put a little swing delay, and you get gross.
do woodwinds always make me think of the Schwarzwald? I blame Peter and the Wolf.
The melody stretches out and embraces its smaller self.
Kind of light. Kind of grassy. A yellow butterfly. Lines of shadows. Creatures unknown.
at you, pointing at me…