My Love Is a Fever

My love is a fever, my love is a fable

My love is jazz licks improvised by toddlers

Bold Ulysses by nursery rhyme and firelightMy love is a metamorphosis reason

Cold logic, intuitively speaking

My love is syncopated, spoon-fed, ignorant, well-readMy love is singular, my love is commonplace

As a gravedigger's own birthplace

My love is a medicine feeds the sick

Heals the poor, turns up the volume on the blind manMy word it's a trip like a migraine on a moving train

It parachutes, aeroplanes, watch it flyEyes soar, hands clap

Ears ring, it's a sand trap

Hair raising, amazing gray city transformationsAs lips sink, stomachs ache

Monkeys shine, fire flies

Foxes trot, hobs knob

Porches swing, brains stormHearts attack and air supplies

It's heads light, tails spin

Steeples chase you along your chin, rock slidesOut of the woods now a virgin in buckskin moccasins

Tall thin she plays your mandolin

So maudlin, you begin to spinOut of the woods now a virgin in buckskin moccasins

Tall thin she plays your mandolin

So maudlin, you begin to spinOut of the woods now

Out of the woods

Out of the woods

Out of the woods nowMy love is a fever, my love is a fable

My love is jazz licks improvised by toddlers

Bold Ulysses by nursery rhyme and firelight