Thursday, May 26, 2011

wild kitty in orange white
pissed our bed guilty-eyed
as we repeated instructions
ceilings rattled
under the feet of fencers jabbing
wild kitty would not stop

swords, tongues
a fire next to the river
waters flow cold for nude mornings
rock-slime and sand
twitch the water

graffiti bridge cop-shield shelter
all the gods who'll never
heavens and all the devils
dance in their halls
pay me for the parts of an alloy
to scratch blossom
eyeless watchers watching the eyes of our time
no voice tears the fabric of the day
sidewalks hum armadillo scales
small mouths eating in the chimney
feed-bag lowered from the stereo
footclaws on an orange crate
ocean-thread along the length of her body
some grey person is drilling home
the length of the anchor and tackle
where clouds hang fang-low,
stepping inside electro weight
of gravity's whole store
in the back fruit peel of her forehead
circuits chiming like wasps and straw white
if nobody ever touched the wall switches
reverberate body never slide and sicken
down the ribs of a spiral staircase
through the floors of a heroic garage
eyeless watchers watching the eyes of
those on the visible

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

a wet, ancient environment
the ghostliness of separations
and feet rooted in bitterness
as the thought that you'll be old
makes you older,
sensitometers
the launch legs for the lunar module
impacts the size of cigarette butts,
as the ice panels
geologic tools
a gold plated extreme ultraviolet telescope
inside her asshole
to eliminate it as a foam debris source
more of his dick inside her butt,
video cameras at the launch sites
to position in front of her
the laser reflecting mirrors
she look eagerly he inched
three golf balls, the rovers
his big cock inside her pussy
ramp foam has also shed pieces
my younger sister double penetrated
in less damage than ice impact
by two studs she now a slut
the bright material was nearly pure silica
legs were straight in the air
flags and dedication plaques from each moon
cute high heel sandal wedges
apollo backpacks overland
drilling her harder and harder as
plus spot losses from large-area foams
came in my pussy already
hot springs or steam vents a low plateau called
on my face this time

Monday, May 16, 2011

on thousands of faint stars
these insomniacs are made of two layers
of frost, and windblown sand
renewed every three days
and thawed by microwave
two pairs of wings armed
with hairy brushes, cast to the low clouds
while revolution roared
through the streets of finery, a bowerbird
decorating a courting area.

Bright gas and dark dust above a small church
in total solar eclipse.
If the fish does not come, clouds and the moon
slide from film-pack adapters and plate-hold
jumping jack kind of girl, shades
of white and pink to become saucer-shaped,
bright golden stamens try
to do it up pretty-girl fashion,

Leaves medium silvery pink green, semiglossy
very double; below their eyes, they have
two pits centered, evenly petaled
canes very thorny. Motorcycles and dune buggies
pattern flow of blood in sagging skin
a dark gray cardboard or claws on its food
to spillers and plunge
the circular paths of the water part
taller than the waves
a clean white wall

Sunday, May 15, 2011

2 circuits on silver
drawing down electric shades
trees tonguekissing branches broke
shores eruptum moss drag stones
nude in the stream birch cloned
and fallen split the newts movement
under an orange tarp sky
ceramic fawn
pillowed on a plow's blade
wind trapped handfuls of white soil
bends of shy neighborhood
to whirlpool lichened birches
webbed poison ivy footpaws
hot seed on lichened rock
the rivers on each side gone

Saturday, May 14, 2011

LIFE ON RINGSIDE VIEW SUNRISE BATH TO PECK AT THE EYE

the Middle East has gone a step
of an insect armed through the early sea
in a child's room, the door
has been turned into huge bulletin of special
equipment--a long neck--with which you might see
scarred in brightness over periwinkles and barnacles
screens and dividers inviting atmosphere
through dead rooms flared in blue and yellow chalk
the guise of a bee, the moth perfume
to lure a male appearance
of orange and lemon trees in California raw,
elementa glided rather than flew

a group of jelly farmers stared
into ancient rocks and sediments
reptiles began to sonar signals
wildflowers flourish on all sides, the old wall
winter they will learn to hunt the eye of the beholdee
grasses buried underneath heads and forequarter
two things and two things of sea floor spreading
other times crashing against one giant eggshell
wherever these fires burn

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

he has grown in stature, his shoes
are the shoes of a murderer.
his suit is shinier, it will shine.
he's grown 3 blue layers
around his no kitchen soul
going down in the service
of the living god

frenchfries, trainpebbled cig butts
toss in the stars, crash cloned
weightless on hot, a cellar roof
pouring lemonlime out of a thin chest
into a born mouth

the brocade of suffering in wine gold
around heads and eyes royalty,
stormed he has grown in stasis,
his forehead's road a sandstorm
turban dropped in the videodigital.

he has grown in electron tigers,
he has 1,000 paws on the dunes
the sides of the condominium night
start to cube in on him. Assassin
finger button touching the bone
trigger of the sail's rig tapped unfurl
a doppleganged zodiac, skywheel gears
shift diamond target centers, moon
bullet takes half of his twin's head.

Monday, May 09, 2011

doubleblink all friends extinguished
flagpoles of daylight going down
sun a half circle welded
onto the pined horizon
we'll climb into our separate animals
peel fruit flesh from girders
stun the city grid
with light from a dead body
a force field of chainlink phallus
screams from the surface of the sun
infant lovemaking on the sleek
casing of a grey long torpedo

the teeth of goat relatives
gathered in an old soup pot
an android glove, seasons
severed from the calendar
drawers open walls lice in corners
sketching a map on teeth
blueprint paper-mached against
the genders of a bent spine

city guide torching a bus,
sprawled on his skeleton's voice
in parkland, salting the tears
of congressmen with linoleum
disfunction, trusting the moon,
heartily

ice floes find boss mannequin
employer, handbasket chickens
pour out of the vents
what horizon will cut you in half
to eat lettuce in timelessness
eyes tumbling down leaves
to the stalk core tripleblink
all reverberate aquaintances
friends ooze out of the faultline
begging for skinlight, shademusic aid.

Friday, May 06, 2011

X LEVEL

when I'm a sharkhammer of lightspeed
and tears on the drum
you drink my belly vein through a mailbox
terrorize the shopfronts with rim hair
I'm on the snug weight rolling swampward
organs piping deep in the lung clouds
to shrink green laws down bright
pin scattering its point, a throat
engulfed on its knees in a tattooed
parking lot I'll paw your back
and inky shoulders you'll send
a country of round stones
over my left shoulder
the wings above your tailbone
shrinking into a white candle
I'll grab the ends of your interrogated hair
you'll nudge the stem down
curtain the core of the earth
through a feather floor mattress
shank shiver the blades of a windowsill
open into daylight deflowered
blood on the mouth guitar lips
slipping nightgown twilight paper
yellowed hands over the full crest
of a superimposed moon, I open
your worthless coin as you
mirror on an armchair, ribbed sides
we're floating mastered

Thursday, May 05, 2011

A MODERN

sun can eat me now and be joined
to a twin sun, brows palpitating

gaze of a flesh ship
ready for taxes and orifice

cords enwrapped on the lone pillar
of a chalk planet where two

lipsets shake the twilight across
planet names and planet faces

they have a grey mask buried half
in the silt of their tank emerged

milk can landing on the milk neck
of childhood mirrors hung from the woods

rump stripped of leather brown
against abandoned propane calling

the names of a lost house, blood chips
dehydrated slotted deep in dawn's terror of outage

Monday, May 02, 2011

dog-thoughts, pillow thoughts,
strolling ghost wheel chairs
around a rubber garden

who can roll up the path
green sod cylinder
opening through plastic
and great heartbreak

a portal in the soil
vaginal, between roots
as supper calls over the fire

nobody's wonder mouth
will eat the twigs
bed for the brushfire
piled atop
your body leaning
at the edge of a cliff-trap

who hangs from the belly hairs
of the earth in a faint damp cave,
counting his errored numerals
stinging his psychic athletic
through the coil of a radio

dreams are hereafter dog-dreams
thoughts chopped down in a maze of sleep
who can roll up the path like a frog's tongue