teahouse

mind games fall aside

when you see them

small, little person

gliding along the edges of

the grandiose ma

her jagged, curvaceous

monstrosity of a soul

incapsulating all

massive biodome, jutting

pyramids, swirling aqua

sparkling around

shimmering sandbanks

hundred thousand year old

dirty ice hunks

you want to lick

if this mountain were a woman, I’d ask her to sit on my face.

fuck overpriced parking spots

fancy hotels, air-mattresses

just pull in to the Great Divide

slide beside the German or Dutch tourists they can watch through their fancy RV window

while I slice this

white duct-taped piece of plastic

in millions of circles

through the air

pull down the seats

lay out blankets

listen to Blind Willie Johnson

and drink bourbon

when the wildfire smoke

cleared away and I could really

see Her Majesty

when I could really feel you

hypersensitive, my heart

softens to your touch

cold rocks and soft skin

overwhelming

the sheer sight of your nakedness

stretching for miles

dancing dust

hold my hand, my soul

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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

hazecitron

call me
sometime
Adam in
the garden
of midsummer eve
today
just wanted to feel
that round plastic on
my hips one more time
droppin' tears
droppin' seeds
suntime, this is it
when I'm
most alive
keep dancin'
to throw
'em off but
gotta cry
as soon as
I'm alone
afraid to get cut
open again
I told 'em
to take it out
what the fuck else
could anyone want
I cannot
I brushed my hair
today in the mirror
in my bra
and underwear
wet dreams
reminded of a time
in high school
young
doing my hair
makeup
kilt to my knees
multicoloured
ribbony scrunchies
blue and green
eyeshadows imagining
to myself
someday I'll be older
grown out
pretty
have a boyfriend
a motorcycle
it's funny
better in some ways
freedom is how
you perceive
your life
I can blend
disappear
I know
stay strong
but damn
five surgeries in
and hey
I got this
kinda don't
shaking
I'll dance one more time
and I'll cry

how ya feel?
how ya feel?

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 

makehave

hot damn

god lit 

the sky 

with our eyescape

time, human 

invention 

oh my

distance, perception 

streetcar 

metro

little oval window

fastrack 

past wondering 

why

meshed neurological 

skycrack to

your mouth 

open

sweet nectarine 

juicy

feel the scars in me

been cut 

help yourself

inside and 

when you’re gone 

cruising long paved stretches

think of this 

time is a dream

liquid, fertile 

seeds in soil

strum it while

I’m panting here 

spinning 

whirling dervish kitten 

put it 

onto my shivering 

open blossom

I’ll come

to kiss you again and against

white birch and cedar

I promise

fireline

the girl with mauve lips 

takes my hand and brings me

to the hole in the wall 

we go up 

I step back and watch 

her line of fire 

every time I go up

these stairs they

take me to another place 

night outside like a vigil 

and all these people 

fragmented, pieces of me

pull the single, red thread 

of my spirit that calls 

to wander in the pool

strange souls 

felt so clear, sinking into them

my darkness laid out bare 

wading until dawn 

scattered voices

the soft hum of instruments 

the fear of what I’d invited in

melting from anima 

there are no answers 

in the fireline

only silhouettes 

The maze of me

rippling
throwing stones into an ocean
searching for the wander
that has been me

the twisting butterfly
can’t go back
once cocooning is complete
welling waves
get me every time
why can’t we stay
with the water
the sweet milky place
carving at the story
over and over
she teaches me
to love the act of letting go
it makes the sunset everbright
it makes tomorrow
less dark, less scary
I could stand beneath
volcanoes I’ve imagined
learn to harness
the intimate energies
working within my body
soft, strong
finding peace in distant callings
in the words between
long silences and longings

drifting
in that sweet soulspace,
pulling guidance from
the maze of me