The scene obscured by High flyers. the trains. the sculking. the home recordings. the film. So roomy. I can taste the perfume. leaving in shadow. left rough. & in silk. Acting like we never met. I still 5 to go. paid for exclusively. In drachmae. & Wheat. But dance &. Groove. So weary. Like the untested reach. Of time. & The never resting beach.
Garrett Johnson.
Just like Bob Dylan's green tambourine thumb blues dream