These are the lyrics featured in my rock EP ‘Invertebrate Musings’ as well as being included in the first part of my poetry booklet ‘Wyvern Fun.’
Visit here to listen to the album! Or visit here to read further in the booklet.
“trophy catastrophe”
you make me so jagged
a crooked lightning-struck addict
messed up and lovingly wrecked
in our animate neural mosaic
we lit up lightheadedness
we flashed good negative space
getting good running into you
rungs into you like DNA
yr my trophy catastrophe
yr my only fairway roughly
getting r.e.m., apostasy
obsessed use of apostrophe
yr brilliant now
aureate and loud
bark at me I’m electrified
yr my longitudinal guide
yr my trophy catastrophe
yr my only fairway roughly
getting r.e.m., apostasy
obsessed use of apostrophe
I know I’m deep in placebo
in this cerebral gazebo
I know you are therefore I am too
I know yr hard therefore I am glue
“whats in the ize”
what’s in the murmured syntax of desire?
metathesized symbols and fire
what’s in the ize going back in your head?
metabolized dreams, experiences
what’s in the vice that’s ovarian
in divinity or deviance
what’s the ellipsis in the mosaic
the seven words I would be sayin’
“electric everywhere”
midnight neon cathodes contouring
smoking sotto voce love stories
there’s electric everywhere
was she born the thirteenth of friday
liaisons in dives are alive in love’s byways
there’s electric everywhere
electric everywhere
amber skee-ball surrounds her kissing
hazy inside and outside it’s misting
electric everywhere
the air’s electric everywhere
maybe yr baby’s sincerely yours
static leaning against the zephyr
“microloving”
she’s microloving tokens for me
eggplant earrings and flower weaves
white seashells and pikakes
she’s a modern fae
I don’t want to be in love with you
I don’t want to be a nervous wreck without your love
but I’ll anyway my queen
I don’t want to be in love with you
I don’t want to be a nervous wreck without your love
but I’ll anyway my best friend
on augustine holding each other
honey sweet and melted butter
her crinkled eyes laugh to see me
her heart’s a tipi
I don’t want to be in love with you
I don’t want to be a nervous wreck without your love
but I’ll anyway my queen
I don’t want to be in love with you
I don’t want to be a nervous wreck without your love
but I’ll anyway my best friend
“aviv love”
we could have gold wanderjahrs
we could be cherubic czars
shouldn’t be staccato studs
but coquelicot citrus cirrhus
floating on invertebrate musings of
aviv love
aviv love
we could have beatnik delights
we could be cute cyborg sprites
astral rain on piebald buttes
a noachian deluge
aqueous in absinthe zeniths in
aviv love
aviv love
we could be chrysanthemum
lollipop erotes (yum!)
love antediluvian
in eden or aether regions
with chlamydial clairvoyance of
aviv love
aviv love
aviv love
“sepia punk”
watery film noir teenaged
waxen bongs and blackened sage
using dreams and sleeping in thru
good advice and dissonance
yonic seeming from in bed
my waking-up aesthetic
the rose-tinted medicinal inn
echo chambers listening in
I see all the things in beige
ashen nights and winking rage
psychic sponge or full of holes
dark sides of the moon up close
I keep writing to my girl
little pieces of the end of the world
daydreamed nights and fearless fears
prematurely twilight years
zoologic Woo 