Slobbering woof of amp
firewheel of my consciousness
reassembling; voice of unheard purple
stabbing over the circuit of the moon,
toppling pines within screen
world bawling underneath, strewing
hands like trampled ferns
feet reveling in madness
to excite birth.

Logs broken on the shore like weeds.
The godlike beauty of the form
even in this endless captivity.
Banished light that returns
through the mouth of the banished,
perfect thought mottled by wounded flesh.
Tongues through the empty diamonds of a fence
from the shot searching depths of a startled core
heart empty as the cashbox in back of the tree house
infinity that stares out of my throat
no longer asking to be fed
what does not fill.
Tumult of leaning trees toward wet sand
fork of earth eating eyes
with an opening song, delirium
of every color attacking the cursed
with armored blessings,
valleys bottomless with eaten doves
that cannot be vein followed,
shining from between my body
where earth takes off to infinity
blazing with many tails
demanding with gravity, stung
what time would not fecund.

Let me speak to your body!
And all these little squirrels bury
their hatchets in the sand.
I will find the worthiest peels
in the compost, twig them
with mutant stems, and buds
that draw rain.
Follow the whirlpool into my chest
let my tongue's nest of ribs
speak into the fibrils of your cheeks
with the ages that have swept
me to you helpless as a rag
knowing it in strength
the twined tide wraps it in.

Let me caress the season's lapse
as it falls on your body.
And the hungerless waves, to row
in them like one not being eaten.
Torn meteor eyes, soft round waist a bell
frayed bangs wild haunches marked mouth
face broad as a brick, gaze flat and
infinitely elsewhere.

Welts of daylight
rise up little mouths
in the chanting darkness.
Rain is harnessed
to those who move.
Until one has been
included among the damned,
life is not understood.
Spirit's eye on the raving body
flunking lashes into the nerveless sea
the hunger of anti-space
to be injected with blood.

The open dream is invaded by travelers of marble who hurt chairs.
Their faces go to work on the air.
They see their still lips against urgency of radio waves.
Bodies crash open in the sun hammer.
Perfect poise is heavier than gravity spirits singing at grates
that thread sky into tubes pool colors of smashed dust
enlarge in corners that slit numinous and lose the center for a wider sphere.
Violet passageways open to shrieking milk and the petting of framed hallways
in the setting dawn.  Lawns onscreen fade hair and shrink bodies down to wrap
on their faded furniture.  The rooms drift through each other.
The lights cluster in one.
Doors blow off like torn lips.
Chaos enters through ultraviolet piss of machine brass.
Hot irons tickled by passing trains.
The open dream is closed by frozen milk clover.
Lasers are threatened by bowed glass.
Thunder is dance less on foam-cut acres of voided fence.
Boulders roll to make way for a spider's head.
Tender eyes move around on that teething body.
Sand slips to the outskirts
the core is transparent velvet
with a gingerbread top.

As the light erodes my body,
I learn to enjoy the brightness,
its darkening impact,
the mushroom underside of the sun.

Ferns in my eyebrows turn me
on and off, on and off.
A long dirt floor heels punched
with holes when it was a runway.

An iris life framed by severed elbows.
Frozen scaffold that unhands the moon
from her orbit.
The end of prophetic blood, significance of numbers
table salt around the rim
of celestial anus.

Fronds of meat disguised as quilled leaves,
billow of voices breaking
on the hot engine hood
of a condemned future.
Peninsula of ragged sperm
crawling over a shelf of stone.

This maya music makes me wish for a woman.
I close the window on my pain, pray the water will not cover me.
I'm chimney-dancing, thrusts at the moon.
Confetti of spent tears in the air.
Throat of solitude which swallows error for pearls.
Incense of cold chiles that huffs in the doggy pen.
Cliffs' side decorated by the cranes and sprays of innocence paid.
The helpless rage of poverty a workshop of claws.
Sink's blade that only sings to your terror, trash-dampened escape.
Sun for days under the flank of the continent,
breathing root-broken cacophony of worms.

Taffy of overstretched entities
threads pretzel'd 'n sucking
collapsing each other in garments
heads shining like severed fingers
in the torn womb that is a basin of brass entrails
trumpet stems bent crooked around
the path of the leap of time
its ankles of penis to shoot feet
the fetid garage it gives off with a mouth
slamming and slamming wide
wooden doors roads of flour
that quake on an anvil
personas stapled over a portfolio of light
flaking off the gone sail's pole like salt
its terrier on the tongue and teeth
mutations aching in the crease to leap
for wet from dry galaxy.

Bronzed cartways where I have the bravery of a moron in facing death,
linen that dances with me as I rise floating from a claw-torn green bed,
frames of gilded technology grasping with lips from the forehead
that wince with pleasure under attack, whirlpool of error
in which all life is made glimmering
against the shadowed psalm and the sleeping fan
where mated hallucinations tie down their asking for water
and feed each other through popped wheat
stunned in an hourglass
hung close to an umbrella of destroyed geese
from the open sky.

With a towering fountain of earth water
a bicycle rut sends sky sperm
to the abdomen of extended moon.
The planet's collapsing cage
makes kissers move on rubber feet
toward the chill shadow of monuments bone
words filed off by the red wind
ferns catching hot berries
in the zone of posterior rabbits
who frown oblivion of air
waffle iron's invisible cage
from the ribbon sun wrapped out
hinges oiled by fruition cost
galaxies bloomed by a mute girl's hand
to refine the ether with feathered glue
falling curlicues shaved from vast corners
of botched math, thin wig
on overtaken lips, eyes gone
to the ceiling of a multiplied place.

Long bridge to babylon rust
green peaks in eyebrow fog respond
licking wounds of sense from the bottom of a honeypot
stadium drenched in emptiness with purple rim
the walk of a sideways person
electric under the umbrella navel
pine cone in the mouth to bug eyes
above the nose bridge like a bow tie
me the last shirted screamer where ferns split
prepared to strip for the sun between my teeth
to move the clouds out over a long rail
puckering leaves of stone braille bristle
for touches of godlike imprint
surface touch in under the iceberg
bronzed lifetime screaming
molded lips in cloud of airplane
bouquets of bottled passengers
kissing through frozen belts
in the cryogenic earth.

Preserved and escalated in the jelly
of a rhythmic music,
mostly in the green that lives
butt pink as the eyes
of the land's first rat,
emitting all the healing
of a surgeon's error,
caught in long floss
at the edge of a bed
love unmade, clutching
in red continuity the scheduled
event calendar he will never
attend.

Altered ego pushing a shopping cart
in labyrinths of granite ballerinas saying goodbye
with outstretched handkerchiefs and kept mouths
all feigning permanence of judgement
as they collapse analytical air
with a turn of aching torsos
in the windswept mind
terrorized by the depth of its limits
passing the whole ocean over to sexy amateurs
acting like carriers we kiss
out barriers then post them
with salt, retreating with a half grin
to sin more against the snoring
of history.

Bringing twilight to the peppered fog
that rides me like a canary,
in the canopy's nimbus a compressed saint
with a flickering belly,
tongues from everywhere
the realm of shattered shingles and bad karate
filled up with accidental blues.

Force of what's gone with a dance,
figure me for the mouth of
nothing in particular
to blossom everywhere.

IRON PLATES WERE COVERED WITH A FINISH OF WHITE PLASTER

The green overhead
chooses a confetti of eyes.
Surf of days edges
a calendar to the end
of a last wall.
Hours spread on the days
like wounds for departure.
The soaked organization
droops through a corner
to a hidden doorway.
The collapse of light
in a longer and lower room--
moon dirt pecking at daffodils.
Lots of broken earth spackle
teeming with cameras and cold sex
only to be ignited by unseen love.
The kick of a machine gun
in the claws of a dove.
Gloved air reaching for purchase
across the footpath
of a rotten overgrowth.
Pruned lips leering
back at what blooms
through the sevenfold thorns
of neighborhood
water moving with no urgency
far away.

My guts ache with sorrow like silk
I like to think of life as a rotating chair
in the gone soup kitchen that guided my lizard face
through many piss mirrors I empty my lacerated crown wallet
I dump out the brig of souls on towns that sour for me
red-faced spirits inherited from mortgaged hells
feet infant soft on the feeling banister crawling rounded corners
toward triangular supplies that melt their own shadows
slain immortal aspirations drive a fork lift
through the animal heat of a mangled mind
trying to playground the edge around the eyemeal
laced with rumors of a war on the inner life
sledge which I will fight with the costume of my cowardice
pulled past a moose's emergence by a stick with eyes
fighting in the woods, slapping mother and father,
whacking them around like dolls, thinking of onions;
nullity in the blue bulb ditch where I was condemned to die a stinkbug
sunk in the torn tendrils of a newer tongue
the wrapping paper of yesterday's plan
discarded by the look of the mouth that spat it into being
intoxicated by poetry like my mother at the bible puking
reading this pig of sky with clean entrails
gloved in field mice
by the flank reflection of a full moon dozer.

The woods quake and suck at the egg of the world
pits of footprint shimmer like nets
to water cutting threshold of hills
with wide-leaved stem choirs
twisting aches of turned necks
in a pond's depth of rotting color
turpentine mustaches form in flocks of bent wing
a vast and loving pulse of mouth around the anus of the moon
towers and towers and towers of dead light
arc bridges to batter wheels skyward
from the smack of kissing bodies
the scent of a lobotomized dollar
furrow of growth in the folding of earth
a chair of shat flowers.