ORGAN PIPE CACTUS DARKROOM

Come enfolded in wrinkles by automatic machines with wide-padded shoulders
the great collective mind swings to a line of targets
this pastlife hindrance having left his sword in the disc
the damp bathroom to pass through you

a shock, the white stone
you moved a portable heat against a wet matrix
a hollow scrape on sandy island subtle spirit of fire

wet grass or damp ground a narrow skin-pit
her rabbit's cage, or a photograph soft and pliable
costumes of cellophane neon

black monk in grey, remove the faceplate

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A killer

On a red brick walk
souls with little equipment
are hastening, to where
are moving, moving

alive under their feet
I decided, in soil
I am a coin tossed
I am not coming back to split wood

in a meek procession
crushed together by the clocks
into lunch corners
and suds running in pipes

they take a few telephone calls
in a basement, they continue
in the deep walls, waiting for embraces and words
to burn through both sides

in a work of brick and stone
off the city map, I'm watching
them with their eyes, my absence unpaid
the contraction in all their expansion

moves railroad rails into triangles
and the bleak docks lean and waver
I am not coming over for dinner
I am holding these pillars of ice

escape written into my sinews
has swollen in rugs and floorboards
I'm keeping the attic barren
those who visit will be unknown to me.

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Birch branches had fallen on a fertile boundary
this particular cloud
walking tall in the energy of the city as the others cum

"I see everything twice!" your oceans, your rivers, your lakes, etc.
a nurse screamed and mother closed the door
doctors came running into the next dimension

rubber mallets and mountain peaks
forehead and horn one's own body as a pendulum
if you have machinery to stay

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In near shriek cathedral
where the noiseless wafts out to be answered
whose choir is a breeze through a convenience store
whose one winebottle clatters to the floor
from a high shelf of rhubarb and spices drying
nothing near the sun
maniacally stabbing

the bricks are answered
by warp upon warp of gravity
but one body does not rise up
to trade himself for other souls
I turned around in the cachophonous market
to find the emptiness where he stopped walking.

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Dark-edged, light blue lines let your love pour into that cloud area
these things of the gentle luminous reflected light glowing
their abundance of bone and their great love and their technological grooming
draw blood for food to break light down and crack it
quiet pulsing strength to screw the strap to the ceiling

on wire he may be pushed to the same spot
a hot black wire, a hot red wire with milk and forms
the life-giving fluid with a zenith moon
the stud and the nipple a fixed drug eruption
coloured hooves knives or water
vent brittleness a current birthmark can feel
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All modern films must be handled in a misty, gray light
voyaging to an afterlife through a needle into the moving mountains of ice
(very tiny veins) which reproduce the voice
guided by a turbulent ancient city who cared if you wept

colors make up the shadows between stalls
using a knife an electric eraser to lift the final hours, the final hour
of the tyrant from whom the dust, milk, molds, eggs and world will be shaken

ice-scoured coast air-conducted sounds absolute darkness
him in the clouds immobilized and held open with wire
mongrel dog handsome young beggar, sightless
store of physical grandeur, alpine peaks, smoking volcanoes, mighty rivers,
roaring and whistling noises along the pathway from eye to
tundra-clothed hills, frost-marked plains, warped horses nipping at each
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Light watches
as sovereign darkness takes over
there were few who saw
human hands jutting from the plucking of a rose
the skin and the skilled operator have funnel-shaped sucking mouths

in some sheltered nook with a reproducing ribbon
he alters the natural pattern all over their bodies
he changes it with man-made butterfly-shaped soft skeletons

the father falls to his knees, pleading brilliant white light
a television theater ground fog swirls around him
until the dot disappears inert girders and pillars
landing near the islands of
as man adjusts
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On a cold, dry day shuffle your rub by a bullet or stab wound
allow certain ions to pass like porcelain enamel

gray songbirds
a rubber collar
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This constant motion is called thunder

a war-horse, an act
who instigated a riot
from which the ohm is the resistance

a fluid light sheds for his suffering and loneliness
a copulatory mirror, my golden key,
this glove--and knows he is dying.
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Lone god in river steam
kingdomless beauty's drone over the water
gathers diamond electrodes
outside the storyboard
where planned action is light-torn
the ecliptic is the sun's apparent heir
the walls of the tracheids have
holes in the absence of air
want to come home, I have come for those who are desirous
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Water  licking at canal walls
blood-crusted feathers blowing on stairs
I have a thousand fiberoptic engines in my person
that cannot take me anywhere new.

A starwall, an evening disrupted beneath it
wineglass standing with effort on a stone table
I want to vocalize like a psalmist
but that cry is gone.
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Squirrel feet on the corpse's window
feathered lashes beating past the breeze
the platformed serenity machine made
camera firing through an oxygen field
high heels on the third rail

You can find me reclining my oversize head
on the dominion body of a pink spider
babies hatching from the ceiling rafters
to carry my limbs away from their mother
you can find me swimming a liquid paycheck
towards a disintegrating perfume shop
looking in the shut-down aisles
for the end of human nature
or lighting a cigarette with the national flag
little boats of acorn halved
flickering in ghost water
at the edges of a Greek bath
hidden in a park forest

picnics in chainlink, grape skins on the soles of the feet
from tromp in a controlled vat
hear the vines
before they are utilized
the soil singing
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My antipodal body
wants to follow pock-marks
on an abandoned surface
yearns for the jungle in glass
a pawn melting in gravy
lips crusted in ocean's salt
close to the wall of a glacier
in kissed formation
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Alone on a throne of bird bones
the king of eyes watches landscape erupting coils
from a fractured forehead, hearing it crack
the prairies grabbing
trees making motion after motion

and the throne turns into a parkbench
the restless land becomes a grid of houses

populated by the sightless, a cocoon retches

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A parody of eagles' flight
comes out of the kitchen wall
cascading faces in mental plaster
wronged by daylight and moon
equally, stranded on bridges
that run from ceiling to ceiling

blood wet hands in the bushes
that grow around the estate
mouths that do not grin and gnash
discovering the ring of silence around this planet

powerlines pulled away like cobwebs, mouths that are not smiling
hands in skyscrapers
hands in barns
are not clasping

THE G FORCES EATING IN SPACE

Now, in the middle of the ocean, they are beginning to slow down
with the rest of the solar system

unending resurrections (an uneven wheel)
other trim parts well above,

some like a dove, and some
like a lady's slipper
animals with appendages

the fingernails of a goddess
the accounts of all the mercury
the planet: the northern wastes of a one-million-pound thrust.

THE ELECTROMAGNETIC SPIRITED METAL COMES HOME A LIVING SYMBOL

Light buff found on the ice of two ponds

the thin, round disks of calcite, in his bedchamber, as he rises
channeled and gouged and eroded, scabrous and resinous, pyramid-shaped

whether man be hot or cold, asleep in the tissue's soul
the earthworm has little trouble
he turns to the torn body
the wire and the card into many curving tongues

shields or palettes pass through the block, leaving it
the water itself breaks
I pour my mind into all mounted police forces