PIERCE

a thousand domestic dogs
run on the island
where domestic men
once upon a time paid for raw sex
clenched on brush-wrapped trees
or oceanside rocks
there is a loneliness towards death
in the wind upon paths
that will wind into the unceasing

flowers of white lace
darkened by car exhaust
brush against chainlink
next to the sewage plant
the eyes of the dogs are looking
at me in ancient longing
a gaze too strong for the sight
of a short lifetime

INSECT PRIDE OF ELECTRIC BELT

raw-looking areas and rainbow flowers inject electrical injuries
and reams of silk and satins with little heavy traffic
slipped between rocks to the bottom crackling with an energy
so large that their centers become hollow and fluid-filled areas
as media extends the astral into a ballroom,
silky gloves shaped by a garden
without food or shelter, finally made
into the forest of kelp ethereal

brown glass eyes, a closed mouth recorded
how he wandered the street
tarred roof, ray beams
young heart is more sensitive to hue,
yellow mist body is unmarked,
sagebrush and saltbrush spread ruin of potholes and bad patches,
both bear purple flowers twigs and tiny green into the fry tank

city gas lights on country lanes
forests numbed in finecut squares
bodies like scrotums in cold rain
numb nerves at scorched top ends of telephone
smoke winding faces of anxious dogs
under the long porch in red twilight
I keep our piss valentines
pinched filters neon espresso
river current through fern mazes hanging on
grandmother arms snake young-waisted screaming
to be let down from the air
cubbyholes stuffed tight with pennies and socks
four cylinders of pure craft
eating its way through fog xerox
heart batting under mute lashes
the curtain of certain futures rippling
voices in bark
blades on the climber's handle
banked on a thundering cloud disc
black snow beams roving sheepskin hills
snouts in the rice trough
hindquarters surrendered to a half moon

when the numbers drip upward on newspaper
chattering kids are there with charcoal
pressed to thin chests
sculpted ribs under the fur for an arrowblade
crushed czars talking over dissected chessboards
marble fingers in useless poise
averages laid out in grids on cubed flesh
breeders on parade in birch masks
flogging the heretics of the body
with electronic weapons
unholstered from plutonium pocket forests
the hidden animals fungating
a glacier that resembles their footpaws
replacing all landscape
missile houses fleeing planet to planet
through the spreading saucers of weather report

I'm deep in the guts of a huge building,
working deliberately with a series of hoses,
readying my one golden helmet
to wear as I pleasure you
orally if I can find you

lamps and clocks outside tall windows
tell me it will be too long until
again and again with black and brown hammers
they convince me I can't remember
what I'm waiting for with my mop my headphones
and yellow bucket of polluting suds

paths of tar paths of dirt
stretch from most intimate palm-lines
toward powerfully inconvenient stores
they are staring so long I forget
that I am also staring

NOMADS CONTROLLING THE NEW UTOPIA

And plain blue murder follows deceit against the crankshaft
in psychedelic colors, rigged organism dedicated to squalor,
checked for backlash, blind baby cuckoo naked, out; the fish
are so impressed by touching their wife or girlfriend's pudenda
animal births may take place with control of the air leak,
and a splash of scarlet beneath a spotted shell marks the wrecks
and the smell is foul in the vast sea of humanity,
and eerie forms of life operate out of such stations,
freed from the deforming orbit of Mars
and with different values for the eccentricity
from all parts of the earth. The idea was a good one.
A robot parade helping the body heal itself;
therapeutic dirt and electric belts played the dulcimer, trumpet,
bagpipe, guitar, oboe, and flute, half naked ever,

When an open globe is the surgical fountain of youth and drums
a labyrinth of benches and painters, poets and novelists
have come from the sea. Society collapsed, an ocelot on a leash
tumbled into oblivion severed by a breath
under which the ruins of the night would pass
into vibrating circles of thick, quick-drying saliva
a mass of frog's eggs with piercing blue eyes
that the new planet moved only like a puppy.

THROAT: ANTISHOCK GARMENT AND POND PIANO

heart; heart
of shock in children
pain on the el
because of a larger body

labor, with dizziness
our fingers against failure
to wake the center by the same door
withstands interrupted

the door and a video-electronic entry of evil
a flower garlanded around the mouth
hell time with egg-lay
ribbons of paved road I will eat the lizards

PROMISE

dreaming of force
you'll be so gentle and beautiful
that no one will be able to murder you.

of a dream so large and heavy
it will push all attackers aside
a dark vivid brush to pave
the contests in fake vermilion

and a half-empty skull
to take in harmlessly the enemy's fist
or to wrap you in comfort
up there with sad wings
island crystal in the crush of spontaneous night

snailbird, scarred gears
in a bucket under the body

scarred gears moving again

scarved deeds, for the inadequacies
between bodies always

you cover whole highways in salt
with your small refusal
slashed by town lights,
becalmed by big enough moons.