Fish Head, Cold Pan

Those who know me. Intimately. Savagely. Know that I always have a trippy poem in my lint-filled pocket that I often threaten to unleash on society at large. Today I make those idle threats move and release a video poem I call: Fish Head, Cold Pan.

Cost Breakdown:
0 dollars, 2 hours
Value: God’s Personal Toilet Hooch.

Enjoy?

Fish Head, Cold Pan from Brian Stewart on Vimeo.