Been burning out on the J Peterman stuff and decided to play around with film scripts. Only thing is, that’s a lot of space over a lot of pages to scribble out with pen. So I dug out a few old paints and beat-up brushes from the art center where I work and started messing around.
While my mother is a genius with a brush, I never suspected I’d fall to painting (like, ever). Then this happened. Quite a few mistakes (I am a fingerless wonder with a brush), but whatever, maybe I’ll keep it for now.
Following the (poorly focused) photo is the text of the poem itself. Let me know.
Lost in an
Hear the sound of a plan landing black
the GIRL in pink underwear leans
, looking out over Tokyo.