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!

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

 

 

 

 

The Shogun Stayed Inside His Castle

 

I am drugs.
Chemical reactions exploding within me seeping
Through my vessels, dripping out of my eyelids.
While I sit in silence after
You told me I looked frumpy in this dress.

I get sick from feeling so severely.
My skull an open bowl brimming with
Stories spilling out beyond the edges of my sanity.
Wishing words from a bourbon drenched mouth
Didn’t have quite this affect on me.

You wake me at 4 in the morning
Feeling strange, like you can’t breathe.
My reaction numb with dreamy obscurities.
If these really are your last words
I hope that you’re choosing them carefully.

When infected by pathogenic strains
The skull comes dangerously close to the brain.
Like ingesting psychedelic fungi
Making prior perceptions mundane and illusory.
Reality is but a gaseous reaction bubbling in the psyche.

From this truth comes the crux of my writing.
My dependence on an altered reality and your disease
Brought us both to the base of Pneuma Mountain.
Your illness, you called it a gift, a time frame
It rekindles my urgency to pen the final apex scene.