viverid

writing dumps mostly. melodramatic nonsense

[viverid]

my heart beats drag me down

loud, silent, urgent, slow

the world slurs and i'm still in its headlights

all the light on my skin goes out

drunken focus, pale and disappearing

i am a deer or a rat in a trap

and later i will think it is just a metaphor

but without the privilege of thoughts my heart breaks my ribs

without privilege of thought my heart is too big for this body

panic pulls at the snare

loud and silent and urgent and slow

sick over sterile, heaving velvet

dirty fridge, idiot

someone has to do it

then the distinction is lost

here the distinction gets lost

i miss my own metamorphasis and we never speak of it ever again

drinking with the moon tomorrow night

its quiet out and smells clean, i think

in hindsight it is only a metaphor

[viverid]

here comes the second son

as depicted, painted electric

drinking wax from the glass

and feathers from the sun

held with both hands

to towering silhoettes

which are perfect, content

separated seeing from being

heavenly metals

to the last drop

[viverid]

coming in on a soft angle

i kept her in my sandpaper hands

we fell together and it was more of a walk

and i couldnt turn the wheel that i was tumbling through

the hesitation and the landing

me, the hesitation and the landing

born at the same hospital

grew up and walked home together

then pushed me down the stairs

and even at the end she didn't kiss me

[viverid]

and nothing's gonna happen

cast in pink, pink,pink

spare the dramatics

just a touch,just to take the edge off

pulling the curtain on the ordinary

your big prize and sorry we missed you

behind the wall,oh sorry we missed you

ha ha ha

it's the magic type, it's the ordinary

last trick takes the edge off

last track goodnight

[viverid]

under a bottled sky

lie rivers running rivers

no smoking signs

signs moving really really fast

crawling through a keyhole

to an armchair in my room

well its all a kind of blur

and it all kind of blurs

and there is no black dog

no heel turns

just coming up from underneath

semiotic state

just coming up from underneath

safe from demons

coming up from underneath

safe from demons

safe from harm

[viverid]

universal offcuts

and overflow

it runs in rivers

repeating rhythms

submerged movements

and pressure

at the tip of my tongue

at the shaking hands

made this big connection

thought i made this big connection

push pull pressure

and surface tension

swimming through ceilings

and i can't remember what you said to me

reversive flooding

excessive memory

i regret everything

learn nothing

[viverid]

oil slicked daydreams

rewrote the way home

chewed on the scenery

learned to talk to ghosts

talk to me

i've come to save the earth

talk to me

i'm here to save the universe

(didn't wake up right

never left the house)

[viverid]

i want you to open your arms so i can run from them

i want you to leave a voicemail i can delete

come home with me and lock me out

come home with me so i can leave

i watch it at the window

leaving perfect impressions

spreading the better word

by cutting the fat out

its lying in the snow

covering its mouth

surrounded by salt

and completely frozen

and i want you to leave

i want to slam the door in your face

and hope you read between the lines

while i think up new lies

that are searchlight white

that are walking a very reasonable pace

(come on out

we've got you surrounded)

[viverid]

good morning reporting

no bad dreams

no limbic shakedowns

still trapped in hyperspace

still repeating

through a one way night

and somebody was whispering

somebody was listening in

but thats ok

i woke up empty handed

and thats ok

[viverid]

when the sleep wears off

teenage vultures descend

the colour comes back

you're just left with words

and i am feeling like i see myself

and in hindsight i am feeling very exposed

i am carefully protecting my stomach

i am not letting my eyes adjust

and i feel very unheard in this moment

and i feel nothing from this moment

i see the sky turning white

i see myself fleeing the scene

and i am limbless

and weightless

you're too busy

well so am i

[viverid]

the only world that exists is the one that's right in front of you

as the backdrop dissolves into next year

and the next day and the day before

the only world that exists is the one you hold in your hands

cut power but the street is asleep

vivid nights like shifting weeks

the only world that exists is exchanged between rapid glances

between daily rituals and common riddles

in a light that nobody else can see

the only world that exists is the one you've seen on screen

from the passenger seat

from the tracks outside the tunnel

so what's this?

for a moment between moments

between rapid eye movements

then it's gone

[viverid]

making maps in my mind

digging out desire lines

that will lead me out

that will grow my feathers

in the big crash

the very bright night

there's no ground to trace

no escape tunnels

no panic rooms

i lose my way

to highway fireworks

to fog lights

but i won't complain

and when the sun strikes

i'll be waiting

pulling wings from yellow pages

passing notes from the next world

through grids and powerlines

and funny little maps

from funny little minds

and i won't find it strange

i won't call it mine

i'll be flying south

yes i will

i'll be flying

[viverid]

today is the kind of day to be trudging around in the snow

like you're searching for meaning in it

the sky is ice blue and the sun is white hot

and its a little too bright

the windows move a little too fast

and i am sitting very close to the driver

i am in a safety striped box

low lit snow in the dark

asphalt bubbles

refracting concrete

making everything easy

to see the corners crystallize

to push into the same room

and open up the outside

and the scene will take flight

with your magic spells

with your repeating the joke

if you're not careful

if you're not careful

and i am not looking at anything

i am making shapes inside my box

hunting mice under static

i am not looking for anything

[viverid]

commuter crank

catching every line

a moment too soon

in the liminal

in the inbetween

left you reeling

and you can't check for pockets

you can't even see

your head's gone sideways

you can't even see

[viverid]

removing ribs

around a shitty coffee table

stuck waist deep

around escaping rotation

and the air is clear

howls of mountain song

nobody moves

old smoke snakes

trees amber nothing

from leaking windows

making molehill breaths

covered in feathers

but you're wrong

you're wrong

you know it

the place to be

[viverid]

time to find grace

time to find god

living in an letterbox

with salamander skin

little cave puppet

little dragon

you could've seen your breath

as you whispered

what's been eating you

whatever is left

tree feller

soft scales

that miss the mark

and don't make a sound

[viverid]

some kind of pulse wave

from the deep underground

still surface skin

unlined and slate grey

and i swear

you could see right through it

and maybe it

should have stayed

could have stayed

and here still

it wouldn't change

it's gone without trace

so what's one more day

for some dead limbed thing

in the deepest underground

making tunnels

making holes

for anyone else to see

that nobody else can see