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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 

Wander

duality dribbling
trying to disconnect
from the illusory circuit
cyclical, all of it
a matter of recognition
when I see the same teachings
dressed in dark shadows
and fanciful costumes
a preoccupation from
noticing the obscurities
clinging to the corners
like dangling cobwebs
a jumbled pattern is
what it all boils down to
we are what we do
and some things are a virtue
the wander will continue
we are not static
the feelings are
simply sensations
drifting inside and out
of a quivering fleshbag
the antidote is always
to drift from that place
from the monkey emotions
to find serenity in the elements
in mountains, in the forest

Torched

let me play through you

this swirling body’s

awful nice, let’s stretch

so good

electric currents drifting out

my fingertips your toes

curling them around

metamorph to animal shapes

we can be so many things

a tree

camel

tortoise feels so mm

down that spine

let me read through you

words they dance like butterflies

let me taste a strawberry

through your lips

this sensation it’s

exploding symphonies I’m shaking

with adrenaline

let’s ride this out as long as we can

at least until the sun has set

I promise I’ll try not to creep you out

too much with the way the

bugs look and flitter against

your skin, ours, for now

for just this instant

let’s dance

let’s use this fascinating instrument

for so long you know I’ve been stuck

in this static body this green stem

prickling outwards distracting attractors

until baby I found you

let me remind you how beautiful

it is to just sit, look out, watch it all dance around

so nice to play with you

these dynamic vibrations that make us

swerve these beats these rhythms

let me show you what we can do with them

the sun, that’s where this life

force comes from within

it’s a connection

do you feel it now

sprouting out let’s take off clothes

sprawling naked crawling

light filaments into my skin

ignite the patterns, frequencies

we find home in one another

you’ve allowed it

just this dance

for today we can share souls

plants and animals

a sacred duo

if I do say so myself

let’s see those plans, your dreams

your goals, my you really do

have an interesting soul

look at all the pretty colours

within they’re dancing

we’re twirling

you’re such a vessel

watch them drift into the wind

aspirations we have them

look at what we do

look at how your fingers move

a writing soul

a soul that’s writing words

it’s brilliant this dance

 

 

 

 

Wicked Game

I am on my hands and knees.
Bending at the heart of me.

Stop to catch a shattered inhale
Can’t get it inside
Of me fast enough.
Crisp, clean air.
I looked back and
I shouldn’t have.
The sweet smell
Of salt and trees, standing
At the edge of the ocean.
Dancing for the waves.
I drift.
The best parts of me, come
Out when everything else
Has been let go.
Keep running.
Slip into the abyss,
Of where is she now.
Who knows.

Hiding in the midnight of my soul.

The Headland of the Eastport Peninsula at Salvage, September 19, 1986

 

Better than sex.

hippie-girl-dancing

I’m in love.

With the rush I get deep down in my gut when I hear that tune and the goosebumps flicker up my arms. Feelin’ all the itty bitty hairs get tingly at the nape of my neck. And when the sun decides to peek out behind grey clouds, the day takes a total turnaround.

The feelings that come from inside.

After breaking a sweat and it’s dripping down the side of my ribs and onto my back. The cool wind sweeping the heat off the top my head. Smelling salt in the air from all the bodies around me. All swaying to their own particular groove. Oh the moves.

The rush that beats within.

The grass under my feet, feeling the earth’s primal beat. Flowing up my legs and into my skull and dispersing all around me. To be a kid again. To let myself play and twist and contort my body in whatever way I find sweet.

It helps me forget.
All the little pieces of things I’ve clung to.
Swing ’em off baby. Fuck it.