Tuesday, January 31, 2012

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Pollen fossil long
trees grew taller
on each side of the path,
with no man to walk between them.

Now I move and the forest eats and whimpers.
When will the cicadas begin to speak,
when will we eat rugby and begin?
We can live with our little holocausts.

I have a woman-shaped hole in me.
Who can cut out an emptiness?
My astral hair like a blowtorch
two forms in my botched earthly guise

going at it like criminal puppies.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

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The street was carved with pools
of silverblue scales
when I went out to see you
that dislocated morning
burned the study of my body
into the weight of the planets
making my way under the wires
never for a moment a nomad

always threading
through low smalltown airports
with infant fingers on a clunky firearm
smiling into a jacket
you halved me on your doorstep
stained teeth with eyes and eyes with teeth
satisfied by banisters of nightshadow
plunging waxed, coffeecup Niagara

footpath through the desk and miniature
pines and paths of ginger cloves
where something generations forward
soothed its insides to the outside and died there
the bright seeing of fingers in sucking clefts
of treebark, gelatin gardens

masked by the old appearances
you and I shared a meat branch
frail yards above the campfire, joking
at the snuff of our one root in the network
humbling in waves what lust once raced
through city keyboards
laid out among the grim astonishing towers

went through the eyes of terror forward
lenses smoothed round by the occurring wind
people under a dome call it spiritual fire
from the hearth where I walked out sparrowing
my way to spore-flecked poles and planes hiding my power
writing my love of women into sevens
blunt fingers playing jukebox and water
for the name of all disintegrating smoke

you reach through all your arches to touch
my head like a cut third of melon seeds
rushing time ahead to an anesthetized meteor
shower with the woman I wait for
to come and stop me from speaking
my life into blossom of ashes
stem still there
in the white green of your face
a stardeath, a pothole, an infant.

Friday, January 27, 2012

PROVINCES OF NEOCORTEX

saucers on the continental
moving a source of light across clicking sounds
at the concrete yards; an ape felt the bed and covers
and vented mechanical eyes and ears
that upwelling placed at location number 11
a dustbin of dead celestial strands will fall on the back
of their necks, no connection to times or places
her eggs on algae of artificial rocks
in the last minutes of life, or the day the courthouse burned
the curvature of their abyssal fish

a copy of the external world stretched between two poles
audiotapes of thin birch turning high above the clouds
with hundreds of tendon-like wives and children
encased in steel and glass magnitude at his disposal
a cooperative citizen
made from the shells of billions
sat on rocks of whitened limestone during the hunting season
never saw his cord to count the stripes
on a six-by-seven-foot cheesecloth in San Francisco.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

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she saw a pair of miniature animals have evolved
when she sang
of Isis
afterworld, where she met the pharaoh

through sex rings and his own death
bits of white paper to the wing her shell
check-out counter icecap, the loneliest
religious deafness in the person

hosts fed them wild strawberries and
a memory of being chased by a dog in a previous existence

this world, including music,
lighted deeps of the abyss and the murk sperm-laden
stopped a man from beating a puppy,

flourishing throughout

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

THE THIN ROAD TO CAT STEPS

I'd attach my blood to a childhood ditch
spray prayers on the rocks there
and the blueberries
there'd still be a girl standing, somewhere
the hills of another neighborhood
calling back to the siphon
choruses torn down into snowlight
we're stalking our table future

an outdoor restaurant, the decorated face
of a cemetery, the last bench where my clothing sat
before the tunnel that pursues life
gulped its subway walls
moved light from society
in cuboid portions
to the dock we share in daybreak
partitioned and gleaming

Sunday, January 22, 2012

BARRING PRAYER

a highway above the highway
I'll walk, carrying a circuit of few people
in my ribs and whatever organs still carry
raccoons will be there with me
falling into the river on each side
splashing in deep exterior

life never felt is born for a long time
life I never bore is flung walking
shoes are little animals too
and they carry their lives over a river of tar
and the evaporation of history
claiming neon territories
for the heart and others

she knelt once in an organic place
pooled with lights from under the mantle
that she had gathered
in gelatinous cluster
a prayer of public wings, secret as the stomach of a doll
highway above the highway printed and churning.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

I'VE BUILT A GOVERNMENT IN YOUR FORM

between factory hours, layered of gauze
the body Bach played on her
(I'm here to watch beauty speed past) her minerals:
salt glow of eyes, in heated half
dark aisles open up
poor hands everywhere skin's apricot thin

in country avenues there are always sink pots
owls hidden on hidden fences
a tape on in an old stereo
flings trailers of brown fabric
up through the sunroof trees

she's laughing, a comma of yellow light
the glass of omnipresence
got caught in her contact, the planet shirking

now whenever I hear Bach
I get sadder
than an electrocuted city
at dawn and it soothed her bones
where her veil left off
I'm up in the chandeliered air
hung on a fishhook ballet
close to the bulb and the wings of state
sniffing and hungering

Thursday, January 19, 2012

FULL CHOIR DEVELOPING MEDUSA BREAD, APPLES, SODA

The way I died then unto the hills, the seashore, a doctor
tree bright with white animal that lives on ice in thy borders
the female cell, a plastic in his skull
these new machines been just black dots constantly overhead
wakes of long white soon littered with wreck

the bell weakens loping love and her own limbs
as though the angels were dimmest analog slapping the paws
to float out of this unto the hills, the branches of memory net
began to hear music shaped, with a mouth for sounds that beg
slit trenches full of gods

shave of a former lover wars to cease unto the ends
valley cave, well cylinder

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

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I am with the people of the ash
gearstrippers who wait
for activity with activity
a sawing blade that never cuts

the hum of human chatter from elysium background
I'm standing, photo of a hedge against a hedge
realms unreachably vast
eyes bearded with furious light

I am the hand that waits for the foot
the foot who waits for the hand
looking for a void to rest my song in
before I go to breathe the earth

you'll glance off me on the way to wife
and children, country gleaming kitchenwindow
the iron cast of determined life

we'll ride from the faucet
water into our own mouths
air greening with the tint of corpse-lit fields

Thursday, January 12, 2012

LEAVING THE GLOBAL THERMOSTAT BEHIND FROM LAND TO SEA

Every river felt the leading edge of each wing
from my sins, and with the narrow walls
the backbone of a long mountain on two sides of the cupula,
to sulphur-colored owls tremor at rest and cogwheel

eggs feel the touch for all three pairs of canals
of the tyrant flycatchers to build an electric organ,
male's song more emphatic mass after mass

the rock had been lifted up on sides of breast and flanks;
so the hair bundles in groves and orchards of country
blot out all before the cell breaks apart
fishlet is still confined to read music

2000 distinct odors from one topographic surface
by towering chains of eye-ring; two white bars
winds on ocean-warmed mountains

Sunday, January 08, 2012

(These are just voices)

they tell stories
of the boy who died with lip cancer
from drinking the air too deeply
and I listen to water

worry you between
the beggars at the gates
and the threshold of a great palace
playing a tambourine for both sides

I was born inside all these walls
you have held close to town and city hearts
you were taken far along the river's push
marked by footpath stones
past many ferns and the solitude of spiders

craters are waking up in the voidlessness
your way is strangely pure
we dropped sunsets in afternoon
ran past twilight looking
to see so much sand covering the bridges

Tuesday, January 03, 2012

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piece the tendrils five by five
go where the novas bluff
autumns tarred over and steaming

ditch-born blondes trolling confusion of supermarkets
three rose colors bouquet'd at the threatened periphery

her birds were a silver hair
tuning in the one skylight
mop ceiling wafted
over by yellow green
leaves, faucet stirring
in multiple gardens.

Sunday, January 01, 2012

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through sheets of flame from brackish waters (see
instantaneous remains suffused of black and white marble
from a high gallery in which she would flail, spit, scratch,
flashes leaped all over a receptive field in one eye
severed by a strand so tenuous
in the breeding plumage; has feathered skin
from six o'clock, winter head is white with dark
descended under the overcast forelimbless
with their rifles on their backs on the morning as a wardrobe
these comblike teeth, no electricity or fossil jewelry

in a warm, dark room where you will third dimension physical matter
are trees, houses merged in the dim light below me
it was smooth and he thought that it has brown eyes
back, rump and out-of-body
it had no windows, no furniture against it,
gentle sighs; the globes, the existing data