sunmachine

I like it consistent

tearing open the head

heartwings

spirit curlicues spreading

from all directions

out from me

can’t help but

break the ego

cracked like an egg

again

and again

letting go of

gooey entrails

spreading from

between my fingertips

practice baby

practice makes perfect

the fear of what

you might see

dark, deep

real parts

cider exchanges pain

the sheer shirt doesn’t

hide it

hornwing

can’t stop dancing

tiptoeing across

existential dread

limbo bent over

little thoughts

dangle out the psyche

never ending thread

swirling from the

centre of my forehead

knitted

little playthings

colours follow

through they

swirl, rainbow dragonflies

my insides

alien pixie

wings to set me free

distant lands

you can follow

if you please

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All I Need

wet lotus, dripping
freedom February
spiderweb reflections
muses
to be
surrounded by
inspiration
it’s about the eyes
never really
been looked at
quite like that
it’s different
every time
that which cannot
be named
jinx
slipped into my skin
flowery, buttoned blouse
soft, green jacket
shiny concrete, Sneaks
tequila, nachos
lost friends
amigos
two lions, Leos
boundary blossoming garden
surrounding my heart
fragile centre, flowering
held
atop the
bank tower
humid, mid-winter post-rain
magic, spring evening
curated
ladder descending
back down to earth
practical, don’t you
fall now
you looked in between
into the flower
while I sat atop
rejoicing our liberty
soft gaze
mind-bend into me
special gem
(but why do I have to put on clothes?)
sprawled
into the late afternoon
perfect, curving
slipped so nicely
small cave
inward, it’s over
the search
fallen away
left with
how you sighed

delay

little soul

likes to

vocalize

aches

dance

pain

she wants to

hold you

let you breathe

big heavy sighs

honey builds stories

tall towers

inevitable, a tumble

dreamscapes, imaginings

kinetic blocks of sound and colour

she builds them these

sentimental eruptions

that fall to pieces

they must

we all fall

to put and end to

these huge explosions

pointless

wouldn’t it be nice

eschewing sentiment and feeling

love is madness, chaos

suffering perspective

the pain could stop

but then, the pleasure goes too

bitblues

y’all know, you’re amazing
every single one of you
the man with the Subaru fucking
motor powered yellow cycle on
the metro, talking to a teddy
I may be a young soul
naïve
trippin’ like Alice, after a rabbit
so fast, so easily
read earlier today
when you give it away
like that, well damn
it’s cause you don’t really know
what it is
what it means
buuuuut
I like to think I do
when you see an old man
in the retirement home
they hired you onto
on a whim
playing the accordion
and he asks you to go
to Mary Brown’s with him
just for lunch b’y
but you have to say no
and it’s breaks your heart
‘cause it’s policy
I give
I’ll sweep the floors and
clean the oven if you ask nice
smiles
the special needs boy in grade camp
told everyone I was his girlfriend
that he’d saved my life
drowning in a pond
don’t really know what it is
love
handin’ it out like free candy
sure damn do
like to think I
appreciate it
ok
sometimes it’s bigger than that
someone quivering
in your arms
or even the opposite
months of no contact
just words
“hey,
hello, hello.”
when they pick up the phone
or touch you while you
inhale
carebearin’ comes easy
for someone like me
a tomboy, soft lips
I know not much of this
will make ever make sense
waiting for Godot
a country road. a tree.
evening.

I know I like
to make love
far more often
than an average human
being
like maybe
I should be
in group therapy
let’s all hold hands
we are
the folk that fly
to foreign lands
for the far chance
that maybe there’s someone
like Jack Kerouac
who’s still alive
who the fuck knows man
if he’s handsome
tell him
what’s the worst that could happen

The Reveries of Orlie Greene

Eighteen-year-old Orlie loves breaking into abandoned houses to bring home goodies like record players and hula hoops. She grew up on the outskirts of Kansas City, hiding out on an old farm. She and her parents are the only survivors in their family after pandemics killed billions of people throughout the 2060's.

Naïve like Alice in her garden, isolated from a world of politics, money and fuel. Rather than singing with the flowers, Orlie smokes them. After a puff of blue lotus, Orlie meets a beautiful girl named Queenie wandering through the woods who tells her that a music festival is springing up in Arizona. Apparently, they've built a tower that can harness energy from the sky.

Having always dreamed of finding a way out of Kansas, Orlie doesn't hesitate to say yes when she's invited to hitch a ride on Queenie's solar powered motorcycle.

Orlie's world turns inside out when she drinks a hallucinogenic beer called "the Kykeon brew" and somehow she ends up all on her own.

Stranded in the middle of a disintegrating highway with a deep, bloody gash in her leg. Orlie tries to piece together what happened. Luckily, she meets a couple who are headed in the same direction but their fungus-fueled car breaks down.

While they hike the rest of the way, Orlie's mind plunges into psychedelic dreamscapes. Whatever she drank in New Mexico still has a stronghold on her psyche. To make matters worse, mushrooms have started growing out of the gash on her leg.

Read the first six chapters here!

jellyking summer

jerkin it off 

wide eyed 

to the sunrise

won’t lie

but 

I’ll hide mine

if you hide yours 

rose tinted frames babe

let’s not 

I’d rather 

get lost

down every road 

follow me

or don’t 

love is easy

we all know

I do strange things

attract strange types

can’t help but find 

the walls exhale out 

towards aquatic expanses 

I walk to the water

always towards the water 

where you feel 

disoriented like you’re not

quite where you were just 

a moment ago 

got an imagination 

take the Empress like a pirate

portals, pathways

if you knew the spirits

that mingled in my words

evil ways babe 

you’d have let me

run away long

so long ago 

playd8

smile bright 

god is sunshine

melting laughter

out the gutter 

something right 

weak hands 

kisses, hugs

keeping straight faced

getting high 

rolling circles 

round my cuboid 

you’re not a big drinker 

and I get so serious 

don’t know what time it was 

lookin’ so perfect 

high hopes

though there’s fire 

burning in the distance 

forever after 

doesn’t exist 

groovy 

baby spin it 

forget 

like the first time 

like the last time 

right now 

right now we got sunshine 

god is light reflecting

off your eyes