anthead show #7 is done. [directors commentary] |
well anthead show #7 is done. it was shot a cheap point and shoot and a kodak cyber shot. filmed over two days [mask and blood day 1 duncan's woods] [head fit creepy man at the door day 2] color corre...
Posted by Anthead on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 07:08:00 PST |
future picnic with a baby i know |
someday i will teach you to eat egg salad sandwiches the way your great grandfather did. then we will speak of mobius strips and the hanging gardens of Babylon. while all around us hangs the threat ...
Posted by Anthead on Sat, 04 Nov 2006 07:26:00 PST |
this is how great love should die |
drunk laughter from your painted lips, and a body wiggling as high heels beat the pavement, you dance a sidewalk tango. inside, you are on fire from the last hateful thing i said before i slunk int...
Posted by Anthead on Fri, 03 Nov 2006 06:55:00 PST |
anxiety, anatomy and old machines |
a slight clenching and relaxing of buttocks pushes her pelvis back and forth across sad barstool, like the mechanism of some lumbering machine. a behemoth, menacing to the eye, born in an age when th...
Posted by Anthead on Sat, 28 Oct 2006 10:30:00 PST |
our haunted old flat |
our haunted old flat our love wove itself into the carpet, and is still there like a concrete thumbprint. the new tenants call it a poltergeist, as our dead amor breaks dishes at 3:30 A.M....
Posted by Anthead on Wed, 27 Sep 2006 05:36:00 PST |
evelyn |
evelyn it seems odd to write this now, but i remember your skin, white and delicate from thousands of jars of some strange balm (their names are lost to me now) that was a million years ago, when ...
Posted by Anthead on Wed, 27 Sep 2006 05:33:00 PST |
I hearted a drunk poet |
I hearted a drunk poet
loving you was labor for me,
heavy work,a cruel task.
in sleep, your restless feetcharged at nothing,
whipped the cotton sheetsto froth.so drunk you wet the she...
Posted by Anthead on Mon, 14 Aug 2006 10:42:00 PST |
sooner |
sooner
shimmering hot blacktop,three boys of 12 yearsencircled like warriors planning.
in my rearview mirror,they are brass angels.
i will concentrate on this moment when dyingand know that I l...
Posted by Anthead on Mon, 14 Aug 2006 10:36:00 PST |
lonely |
lonely
one car and headlights flash bytear me wide opento die thrashing.
a gasping and helpless trout,gutted by angler's knife(now denim cleaned)part of me drying on his upper thigh...
orion ch...
Posted by Anthead on Mon, 14 Aug 2006 10:31:00 PST |
dead bird |
dead bird
so still now,i can scarcely recall everseeing one alive.
Posted by Anthead on Mon, 14 Aug 2006 10:20:00 PST |
