Heavy metal zen glaze

encased in globes of perfect frenzy

a xylophone of file drawers

a ceiling's interlocking teeth

transparent flesh revealed

in mirror panels

when the roads are quiet I rejoice

though they brought me to this island

in their fury of production

I was pissed into a dawn of milk

the demon of these ruins

trying to be reborn in secret

for infinite eyes to see

A dead end life to decorate

a drawer that opens under the ribcage

with reels of brightly colored wire

and hot split valentines

with winking sightless eyes

cracked angel hands holding a live bat

letting its lightweight bones and soft skin

struggle to fly for the caves again

a library of tattered script

rows of long tables each with only one chair

and huge rugs pregnant with incense

of perfumed psilocybin

fragrant at midnight and

fading in the morning sun

all powered by bicycle pedals

caught spirit moving shadow tons.

I saw division: now I see commonality.

We are all warped.  The fabric is listening.

Storms are in aquarium tanks tonight.

The moonlit ground is bright

as a rainless cloud.

The tree lined paths by the river's edge

host naked ghosts.

A blade swims like a drone

in these sleepy currents.

Shrines of waxen salt rock

epiphanies meeting steel

altar's cradle a pool of eggs

all speckled with the sunlight's dregs.

I see you in an alley between towers

drinking vapors from the air that has no name

painted naked on a brick platform

or riding on a velvet flag

you are the hard beauty

of underground things that rise

shrine's jewel of the hot cave hunter

that comes out in a cartoon waterfall

from broken rock and dripping seams

of wrecked projector screens

wet paths of dancing bones

that careen to thrones of ink

swamps frozen in the light that sinks.

Spikes of kissing fiber

on the chemical shelf

penetrating softly in a spiral staircase

orbs of thoughtful movement

in a parking garage

were left on the back brain burner

for glowing streets of lint

to be landed on in mothlike tandem

our antennas intertwined

and sending letters in powder

boxes of light gashed fingernail movies

I'm stuck on the ceiling

with these drone machines

trying to drop kitten style on your desk

watching the cardboard craters

that turn around the blood of your head

Lucid in a lava rain

a tree of brains

a sword shaped spaceship lit

by dancing nudes

in long bulbous windows

platforms of the damned

in bright hot garb

floating fangs in denture glasses

the angelic transcendence

of total ghouls

through syringe like chambers

into the veins of a dying

intestinal god

and a clearing with transparent pools

right through the fiction of the planet

where each wincing raindrop

can think while it falls

of a light beam birth canal

adorned in rancid chains.

I will rise as a red headed demon

from all the burning bushes

left behind by business as usual

in a visionary trance of inheritance

gift of avatars denied

reclaimed in orgasmic deity

I will gobble your dying society

and shit it out in unfolding architecture

while my body turns to a torn velvet glove

bridges of spinal light are forming

hot links above your cold abyss

my chaos has hands and feet that are unseen

this life performed in little corridors

will be exposed to space

and blades of tentacled eyes

carnal as the stars and wanting more

from your plasticene soil

and your stadiums of empty howls

a hammer of frozen seeds is turning

to make contact with your womb of many walls

sprouting many splendored halls

in octopus patterns

this rejected slattern is the mother

of your reborn world

to push you out into the roads of the void

that exist as raging playful strings

and the strength of all unspoken things.