HOW IT WAS BROKEN FOR ITS PORTRAIT AMONG THE SLICKS

bright years had turned strongly colored to conquer Mars
spirits supposedly cloned themselves fleshpots,
animal equivalents in detached houses,
white tigers of the lunar highlands
brightened with desire, each cell receiving twinkling light
funneling into its center, where plans
for war dry the grass to the radio, and occur
between the tongue magnets,
shoot up to a height out-of-body
enlarge dark reddish, disrupted where it is attached

surface is torn trillions
gills working rubber loops that allow
a bitter, angry thing as an image of the future
green-blue hole in the mud

spindle is inserted into the thigh and moving
rubber of the wall that protects
a cold that ends in death like an allergic river entering the sea

THUNDERSTONE RACEWAY

for Leslie Dorcus

A powerful light is scarring at the icebergs
during contraction, shutting off developements
of the comforts you crave that air currents resolutely oppose
with ragged edges, curved rays or plush cities
along the arc of jewel-like islands
spurts of white-hot dark space, a tunnel, and razzle-dazzle

shifts the darkness of the unknown against
the general current of events, into bright
morning-gold of the most desolate place on earth,
ultrarespectable rebelling slaves
thrive on shadowed rocks in the bounds of etiquette
dancing, singing, or scrambling a clockwork mechanism in the doll
working a system of double shifts beneath the light
of crystal chandeliers

she holds them to blood in gold
and silver ingots, kills her sisters
quickly scattering blue army wagons,
under a mass of information cloaked by smog, and deafened
by days in a queen cell office surrounded by tall pines
nonsense songs flying faster beneath the ribs

sperm shot in vacant kitchens
arcs over ice cream
scoops melting in white china
windows halfway open to the flicker
of an autumn rain red leaves dancing
in the ocean's throat wet towels tied
around faint whimpering necks
brown light shine
through every chimneysmoke crack

every crying mouth the punched side
of de-seeded green olive, steaming guts
stacked knives of broken ceramic,
her sunglasses bouncing off the shivering
window over and over, mouth pursed to eject
keyrings in smoke, offering access
to a pregnant maid braced legs
star furred in the channel
of all conditioned air, bloodshot sight
snapping at the hard boiled eggs
in a roaring refrigerator bed,
teary-eyed sailors unloading
crate after crate of boiled milk
in holographic stacks,

every room's chafed ceiling
quartz boulders raining.

THE POWER OF ELASTIC LIGHTS IN A VANISHED CAGE

He runs this anatomy silently through space,
attracted to those that are something more
whose jaws and pretty mouths piping light
fuse with the sacs on one side of cold planets
as a floating leaf or heater tube of its other fruit
screaming with fear in dazzling light,

the lizard at the rear of the eye
feels himself drifting through a shrunken, dark,
burned out cinder, the machine can hit him
through the exit gates, trimmed in silver,
tiny spaces roar
to travelers of meteorite after meteorite:

leather trunks, slaves, and remains of light,
supersmart egg left a scarred landscape,
machines will look directly at the beauty
and splash their warm limbs in our cold climate.

BURNT HARBOR

watch the teeth of unknown geniuses fall out
one by one in fast motion,
clutch at every failing light
sails on long rotten boards
inhale pure death and breathe it back out
like nothing's ever happened

holographic tunnels converge on the believer
beaver fences keep brown water
at the level of knees,
moon stinks of radiated metal creep
nudging into joints, multiply new hinges
bodies upon body unfolding toward
expanding gravities
kisses complicated by frantic technologies

squirrels and pigeons, skunks of melted color
congregating on false lawns
long foreign blades habituate
violent ultragreen out of the astroturf

hosts boasting empty cascading rooms
putting lipstick on lipstick powder upon powder
to sail on the back of an annihilating knife across
an endless desk
to be one's own secretary, keeper
of volcanic flame
only a polite cough greeting the teeming surface
stomach and lungs whole basements of mutant energy

in the leafscratch of a possum
feel the fear of four tires

smoking a turkish cigarette, with your tits
jutting out, it's going to be one lunar life,
the birch peels past my knees
and above my frame, I'm looking for the sleaziest
churchpeople in town, a bald woman
dragging her life in white plastic,
the pizza place shrouded in blood-colored smoke. Let's

watch the meteor shower decend over the crown
of our blind friend, overreaching on a belt
of travelling magnets,

pregnancy in a moss-inhabited
baseball dugout, staring far past the closing hours
of a gas station to be
whisked by a star-dipper, megaphones in each ear,
closing car doors on the vestigial tail
of each escaping essence, thumps and red leaves
nestled deep in the stereo's shredded wall
of speakers, stop on an ember
going black to grey
for the skyward pull of a series
of flywing yellow lights, sewage treatments
melting paths into the golden side of a hill,
all tailsparks dancing vapors
of a withdrawn bay.

RADIO WAIFS BIND THE BONE

as I came aboard engines on every emergency
from the central core colored in green
water-shedding wild choruses of toad
the center of that center was a diamond wheel:
awe of the living molded horse and its hummingbird
fish loins flower to flower,
no visible wreck of endless tides

shifting pebbles sprout systems
of bright life energy. After cells fire uncontrol
up new rail of the wall hole
all that remains of a blazing valley
must resist and therefore, larger, harder teeth
oral groove rotting meat (see light-colored debris
blast upper screen

lawless quakes, heavy mutations,
all visible in the distance--no guardian octopus

A GLAND FOR LUBRICATING THE GULF'S GENERATOR

Few men ever experience the outside edge of the sudden muteness
lovely, deep telescopic domestic water
with a film over the eye with a lobster on a leash;
thrown out to a machined recess around the entrances to the house,
recycled by inanimate land, legs cold; breasts swollen
fearful of being captured with rueful, humoristic precision,
with a darkened face waving dolls
and back through a mind with electric sensation

around this island heart warriors form once again,
arise from faulty cleft on the center, stand out
against the cool iron grille at the corner of slaughter

their mouthpieces are perfect fine-honed contempt
that only a poor young girl walks over
ornaments of animals in the cosmic winter
graphic tongue made with visible light.
High-arched, V-shaped silken nests that they defend
all get close together inside,
long, silky eyelashes produce clicking sounds
when drug and youth gangs pulse close to this point
grooves must be gorillas at them, absorbing fogs come in
and slip over its global paths and wanderings

a broomstick will become spinach, eggplant,
the tip of the thrust of the tongue to push
across hundreds of light-years, crease is found
as it is unfolded and its song disappeared
drawing body from the crank with your head to the south vinegars
used in the upper part gaze across these cosmic clouds
hanging himself in the powerful anterior allows
smoking or the playing of radios, for

from the airborne part
within the ring of its music the bird was alive,
it sluggishly opened atoms in blue.

THE WHOLE BLOOD BEDROCK OF GOLDEN DREAMS

I sat with my beer, looked up stone stairway in the dark,
and saw twirling around that dark spiral
the robot spirit adding machine motor of city
lit from all sides by gold sprinkled dazzling armies
of the vast canyon rose velvet rough patches and scar tissue
sagged in wet arks of beauty who had sailed the future goo
in a nation of eaters, gentle hills that arch
at the center of fashion, how brother sang a song,
leading a shipload of small, bright regions rubies
and emeralds flash electric stimulus
to the peaceful and bureaucratic artists and writers
avid for metals as a base from which they pursued
a part of the hindbrain, but banners and tapestries
whitewashed a heap of stones
as in several eyes ear river reach out

she would produce a son of the sunspots
to add lilt to her smile; to replace the lost earth,
and coincide with the opening of the rectum and a region
of the brain, thin winds of that huge, delicate vault
grew, lifting the experiments

a rock he carried had a small hotel attached
its metal clasps tarnished with light-bridges rising
accordion-fold and fish-rich river: its leather back
scuffed and below the distant lip
a safer puncture gleaming white field twilight,
sunlight vistas of sparkling lava-cap
just before the candles were clusters of grapes
on the speckle of lights around paired spinal nerves
are hundreds of bubbling granules, each a suit of silver cloth
chamber of the guillotine folded in upon themselves
some robot had to do it

THE PROFESSIONAL WATERING PLACE OF SPECIAL DAYS

for Steve Lindsey

Sponge fishermen move up on those walls
into the cracks, into the past--
indicate money, two hearts to be naked, or in full uniform
to empty all their pockets on an infrastructure
thrown into their centers, being expelled by the young
to the deck line, black wings skitter
on a marble slab under a brighter blue
dancing fountains and water
the wall comes out of the mouth.

You look down at yourself at an iceberg
with tears from the inability to speak;
ice, rainbow, steam, frost, small windows high
to the solar wind, an artificial arm, white eyes
eggs and sperm are melting into shapes of the plant world,
calves, horses, sheep and spherical raindrops
that fill the sky to modern living.

Needles inserted into children; melancholy third mind
or the nude made of tin, the predators roared
all the way to the volcanic chambers,
a doll holding the journey of a drop down to the buttocks
while fanning herself with worse, you speak
there was no universe
the world and sweating
clock is still striking air.

I PERCEIVE SILENT TWINS OF OUR GALAXY

Time could carve a reservoir of mind matter
while you make love, white stone gaze to construct
this view this force
wipe out the record of the world's modern wrecks
and heaps of light--the glowing hundreds
of tendon-like strands--and find nothing.

The reservoir contracts, and so may the fossil
which appeared inside the lid of a heavy airplane
with an entirely different torso; years in the cold and gloom
following the threads of galactic summer,
up the exit tube beats were drummed in time
to a red-glowing naked open cluster
of adaptive radiation.

I stuck an arm elbow-deep in a sunflower's head, the shape
of mouth-breathing temperature all over the house
mingled with ears of crystalline formation,
spicy sauces, and wine blue reflected with destruction
by secret penetrations of all elective mutes.

star white ocean's telephone
is cradled nowhere tonight
whips cloth roof for droplets
to go deep in the mouth

rubber feet engage metal stairways
fire pillows cushion razor clusters
eyes gone pink through brick
receding galaxies, backyard gardens
a thousand palms on one hand
a staring cabbage, the farthest
of an echo

the sky pours laughter over and over
organs blink on and off in the net
the wildest creatures are lit up first and last
long eyes melt their helmets

three separate infrared bands on the horizon and the lights
cold eyed infant is poised
clinging to the rims of a celestial whirlpool
in the circle of ancient stones

II

swallowers)
button eye and green
mask, touched by sunlight.

open tubes.
to be a hybrid
between
delicate weather,
but the color will repeat

LOVE POEM #22: SOLID ORGANS OF THE HOME

aroused as the face was struck
by substance that conceals with the tongue
and listen to the iridescent glow
secure in the shadows meiosis,
to find mirrors covered over with cloth

dwarf, a neutron housewife
in the room where someone has died
the dark molecular cloud, rough
so that they face a door for they will allow
the chromosomes relax
into their two naked-eye comets

pulsar/white
impossible to light a fire that may be scanned
to the next major galaxy the ritual of touching
robotic exploration of light.

THE GOLDEN MILLIONS AT WAR IN TWO REALMS

Go back with power locked deep beneath the crust,
with melancholia in the jumble of innards
to start a frigid march across the concrete freeway
raising fish and oysters shoulder and spine and loins,
gilded boars' heads, plastic-wrapped cubes,
joined together in clusters a tank for protection,
leather dangling behind little whirlpools
overeating spicy foods, bones buried in their sleek sides.

The forelimbs rip up cement floors,
slip and nick the back of his own tongue,
paper and glass, beer cans, midair dismemberment
a wheel in the ocean she sailed on without him
the body and the vampire's colored velvet curtains
bullet-torn, but several seas combined all the nuclear bombs
cereal boxes, splintered cells are bathed in liquid,
girls could go almost anywhere, merely opted
for a new life of the rectum
visited by spectres from the fisherman's world
grinding the diamond into archaic documents
their art-laden craft a thick, black trail of the recent dead,
electrically shielded room torn by wild fluid of a human body,
moods shape our moods
its banks and its bottom