what do I know about sand in my bag
and no rocks
when I open myself, I fly away
nothing can sink in
i am made drunk by the full moon
by a hair
by that boy who is retarded
and whose father with a beagle
walks with him like I walk with mum
and rupee
and i am drunk when I see a bird
or when I am underwater
think temperate
think equanimous
be light and be solid
until you sing to the sun
i am dead, then roll over
and soak the mains
from where is my power?
dripping through
being convinced is the menace
but there is no result
you are toast
all toast forever
i am in one corner to another
the whole sky is mine
and looking up with each eye
i forget the weirdness in my mind
no sense lapping up the sides
Brash experimental electronic compositions from this Tulsa-based musician heavy on serrated sheets of sound that hiss and scald. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 27, 2023