S O R I

[driftwards]

It was like putrid child itching- immunity, plus the masquerade;

cute plastic dolls divide the flamboyant to add another ace & the acid child spewing police raids.

[driftwards]

Trapt like a rat,

A serpent chokes on a locksmith burning peaks, they're coloured like splinters pleading for clay on Sabbath.

Vomit Moth:

An eye stinks of leadfoot I am albino,

"you wish to belittle discourse, then sink into vertigo bismuth

[driftwards]

A less ahead-miles to submit the ants upon a drum: on top the difference froths before the myriad.

Don't you know I will be there, I"ll be there, in a line- in a pretty little square; everyone thats anyone know that they can't be there.

[driftwards]

She's just a Marxist streaming da ol' 9 to the five, self employed & optimistic he's leaving at 3-

Our greatest ghost a masochistic sculpture-

but it could 'a been a muppet teaching ethics 96 haikus' a hour.

[driftwards]

Palm trees coil

& rub feathers along

eastern tides,

I looked towards the quartz mound to lay

river bend glaciers.

August swoons winter

[driftwards]

Either way Thee intervenes I perspire to twilight & diamond gems playing those child games

[driftwards]

Soul pushed soldier-

Met a text, mended lavender koi- plush with ribbons in love breath.

[driftwards]

It's the flirt of the breeze & the sloth of the guise, sugar coated teeth-am I trying to cry?

[maya-doolali]

the buds

cuffed sentiment, cauliflower ears

- Maya Doolali

[driftwards]

Ak-47 cauliflower stinks like icemilk & poppy foot. I dream of rose bushes on holiday

[maya-doolali]

Streptococcus no Voo aí

For the first in a year today is porous. 

Third seat from the window with  watery eyes but people just think 

I’m high or maybe nervous to  ascend to a higher elevation where 

my ears will pop and nothing will  ever be the same again. Scratchy 

throat, she says I should  suck on a lozenge, 

honey and lemon flavored;  and he says he’s got 

an ointment for my throat, a creamy  kind he can give it to me in the 

bathroom -should have run the way  my nose does down, but here is the 

hole in the ozone, behold  hole snug for you, 

don’t dream of me anymore  I won’t come. 

- Maya Doolali

[driftwards]

Without a twin ghost to perceive life straights, it's like old rings burned to glass.

[driftwards]

Pollen o're daydream rivers,

Who art thou?-

The call of orchids straining vision?

Thy rosebrain is a finch named "drifting" bleeding lavender ribbons made of silver nostalgia.

[driftwards]

From a sunken gown-

sewn by shepherd tones is a cautious petal moaning gore.

This is the sound of sex in eyelids.

[driftwards]

how have u been.

Good

[driftwards]

high fidelity soil callin. noses in the arctic YAKNOYAKNOYAKNOYAKNO, pond water and there’s leeches from the heads

Cool stuffs

[driftwards]

                                   You carried thee

                                & teethed to soothe

l                            like knives burning heartbeats.

                        Dye is to mars with purple in june