The body's book, cleft by falling in tar,
porcelain snake on the curved glass
of an all-seeing eye, ponds of flesh
simpering under the silence that overhangs
like a glove with torn fingers
sprinkling stars.

Veranda of broken names
mutated by wind from a different planet.
Basketball that bounces by itself
on a long empty court,
increasing in music.

Stage that takes the milk of life
and puts it under the drill of lights.
Animal without a dance to its name
going under the mothership to fuck it.
Breeze that paws the public floor
with stringed limbs.

Downy feathers fouling harps
on the pleasure-stretch
of a cat's limbs.

Towering island of applied sciences
with a tow rope in the button heart,
sleep of galaxies shaken by bodies,
cavalcade of throat's noises,
purple enclave of shelter.

Mouse torn in my cared cat's teeth,
jangling the transparent light
among picture frames.
Lamps alive with the effort of
an extra floor.

Tilled birth canal of a dancer
who tore down the curtain with thought.
Seminary of failures who bless bread.
Shackles of a dove
flying under the darkness of day.

Nothing brings New England to mind
the reds, golds and yellows of autumn blitz
one hundred twelve still span Vermont waterways and New Hampshire salt
Vermont roads only twelve covered bridges kisses in the long wet highways of
thunder in the thistle on the grapevine

tongue's costume hung on the air
hang-glazed body of warning dreams
prow sunk in pollen depths
wig fractured & spun by pink
an orange pyramid
spilt by oysters:

pock marks of civilization
the hull of eternity,
windows nonetheless part,
lengthen roads of petal sash
past dams and over packed logging roads
where leaps are uneaten by sight,
abandoned, the seeker can free time
lakes and lakes of his saliva
on machine sand.

Fern shoes wrapped in newspaper
thudding through the perfect forest
mushrooms floating in propane
reflections of gone spirits in flak
trail zoom broken car bodies
engines leaking blood of time
pine sap on the temples of the head
root shadow painting ceilings now
swamps of latex floating golf balls
past graffiti cathedrals candle penetration
zig zag gods in dome dust
running paths to the junkyard heart
leaves of beard turning over thawed hands
mad eyes on the piston pumping in core's oil

Long highlands blossoming like blades
from mountain ridges, salted with
punctured angels, rubber low hills
waiting to catapult the avalanche
that flows through the deformed
skeleton of a fanged moon,
broadcasting rings of violet light
towards a scepter of burned eyes.

Shelves of chopped-up glue
letting go of a black hole.

Grass bodies dimming on the body
of a dying sun.  Hips that swivel
in a coil of snail's shell.
Quartz lemons stuck to a pool's edge
while twilight inhabits a single leaf
from a wire of the moon.
Hallways of photo walls billowing
with red steam from the heart
of an electronic bedroom.
Signposts split by lightning
that falls frozen to a liquid earth.
Chiles split by the knife that lose teeth
on a long tables of dying metal.
The composition of faces coming apart
in a force-field of dirty piano.

Chalk outline of the sun,
valleys of shining blood that hold
its emergent engine.
Moon glowing in the throat of a frog.
Pestle of gravity won by mass,
grinding thistles to bits
meant to cut open the heart,
subtracted from the breeze.
Android buds that break lips.
Cold scissor that invents the cycle's
total collapse.
Vanilla time encrusted in the salt
of its own error.
Boxed-in mouth that screams
eternity through all the wires.
Fern tips tracing loins that erupt
with yellow jackets and wasps,
the city heart of bees,
raped and vacant farms
humming blues beneath tumbling stones
where the nest rhymes with a dead lung.

Townships on pedestal wrists
birdhouses toothpicked into flesh
roads crumbling through wicked circulation
yellow roses pressed in bloom
against the wind's world-wide shield,
rattling on the orb of a blood-shot eye,
iris speaking with infant blood mouth,
houses tangled by their snakes
shedding lights on a battered runway,
ears fanning the portal of the end
light crashing down the arc of a frozen wave
toward the desertion of control's ideas
where ten robins tangle over a vast desperate worm
gripping the lawn with two ends of its bisex
guns of wood arrayed around its table of earth
quarries drained an architect's corpse
his arms in the veins of the hills
twitching with a heartless attack
from the powder of his cinnamon blood.

Ships of ice land in the sun
make music for fallen radios
sails of silken ears drift through the razor's cumulus
waters crinkle like foil
as the waves are pounded down by a vast hand
oven earth sighs first and last
as her drained passengers escape the grave's fingers
knuckles cracking as multitude's blood ascends to ozone
flames of gold leaf trickle through cranial eyes
outdoor armchairs left to rust on a football field mirror
skeleton's feet kicked up
emptiness waits for guns and blades to melt
a locket hung from the neck has an unbroken keyhole
whose cavern connects to the caves of a sliding mountain

Lightning bolt limbs
anchoring the body in the revolt
of an eaten sky.

Yellow rose of mouth
sending a brokenness of blood
through the kneecaps to bend time.

Ditch gardens ruled by salamanders
under half-rotted logs, sink-bugs alit
on blueberries to find tongues,
as orange lives lose tails to small hands
senses recoiling to fall      in the earth's basket
of dry leaves, a crackling atop
the sanitarium of mud.

Frog trills that pierce the ears
above an unfrozen pond,
collywobbles that swim
over sunken shields of stone.

What rends the clouds reaches a skeleton
with propane fists and forms of many
genitalia sculpted in pine sap,
totems of hermaphroditic scripture
in the plain sand stroked by snake's bellies
the cum of a clear-swept day.

Head's a shell of smashed dreams
on the fifteenth third floor
berserk conundrum of body
learning and shaking
grinning life into the mirror of death
my cat and I are suffering spines
she tears her hair out with her teeth
while I do the same to my spirit
music blurred by a fan and wire's creak
ducking through image walls into piping rooms
letting wood sing to the metal that lives
stabbed in the heart by the heart's ideas
naked under the velvet surprising years
newer and older than the water
washing my reluctance
to live
away.

Breeze of tattered voices
flowing over a willing body,
snagging on its luminous hairs,
goblet hands failing to hold water
as a river of blood points to the sky
as the only escape.

Twigs that swivel on aged skin.
Light that seethes from a mottled trunk.
Branches yielding planetary fruit
worlds thrashing their eons
in sorrow of destruction
cresting blooms that ride its fire
blinking to be seen among eyes
that never move, glued fast
to a dead prime mover.

Breasts of the river tip sky
into the ribs of walking death
a bottled smile fills up
with radiated hatchlings
robot birds from the foil
that crows peck;
tools of frozen earth
disintegrate on contact
with the warrior lover's lips
who eats bridges and airplanes;
the cornerstone of sculptured dreams
is flipped to the top
of a skyscraper.

Worlds on tap in smoke
from the fire of a painted journey
pouring eyes behind a gate of oil
rooms in a towering hat that rents space
the killing lid that milks frozen boys
sawblade mouth that frees a flexed abyss
learning blood building cemetery brains
on a capital vapor and a pepper's breast
time's yield of park benches burning
vinyl ponds tobacco gloves
moving dippers through wide water incensed
the barking frogs of innocence
in a four-stringed demonic throat

Dawn wreck on seaside lips
where the caves gulp faint blood
kissing wood where heels broke slate
bark face bark hands
rouge forest on an ember of brocade
tilled earth swallowing shovel bodies
beer veins neglected fate
the rap of water on empty foil
amp corners speaking to coiled wire
thin rubber of a body's hose
pushing the maze of time along a burning deck
watching its labyrinth spaghetti
into mini hatch intestine
hurt smiles that praise its wounds
a clucking edible computer.

Leaking violet clouds paint rock
and grass with vacant letters
guitar-shaped feet walk over smoldering paths
mute fungoids learn to tongue through their ears
outward brain on a cemetery step
walking to the sky on a smooth incline
where moss slides like silk to the triangle death
savior's planted in granite
long walks on the ceiling of a convenience shop
that lead to a can of fizz stop
keleidoscoped alleys churning gold trash
winged hands on the rooted machine core
that makes love make love
tin switches turning to clay gears
felt buttons that depress eternity
without a click, a daffodil's fist.

Islands of green weapon growth to the sky
root feet and flack hands friendly fire
trunk sex split fallen chimneys of seed pod nests
shepherd's stone fallen to the sheep who swing sets
reading pigeon shit script on the bricks
whose cement is a truck's spit thick springs
boinging under ceramic animals
libraries of shattered salt caverns
knuckles brass on deep planted hereafters
string's floss fraying through an open bird's beak
madness branch from vases whose bottoms break
towards the earth and reverse skylights
beaming down on beds that compost bodies
in the rain of afternoon dust, bicycle's instrument
of headlight fucking and pop machines
rolling years of copper to the whirlpool under
ladle's lid tipping steam to an eyelid
friend peppers on the macro wave of grease
islands of shorn fur that rip italics
into the covering of earth between
scattered and punctured tires.

Woods are teeth in the wool
veins clamoring for blood penetration
arcs of swordlike light rending pace
to still time in an urn of forked leaves
lenses dark as a veiled room eats clover
grapes on scattered birch gunshot layers
trespassed paths of ice and needles twining banner
where pasted ferns speak to tangled letter
twigs diverging with a pulse hammer
wigs of coal on cemetery benches
eating rail through spectrum'd eyeglass
sockets in the dried mud of ages
smooth fossils with laser light
flagging seasons with walls that burn
glass tar in the pot that's pestled
by a thousand gouged-out eyes
in orbiting powder.

Will against a window
melts through an arch,
way opens a wave of blood,
circuitry of flowers on a desk
of ice, music burrows through
the marrow of an antenna,
the man who dreams the world
is eating sprigs of sour green
faint light from the chained
vine of a grape, watching
systematic faces impaled
on a galactic pole,
wincing political expressions that die
before their human season passes
rot through the belly of a deep pond,
lick leaves from the fire's surface,
and bow whipped bodies down
to find their sanctums in
a shivering dresser drawer.

On an island of hewn stone
with paws on my eyes
with claws in my wrists
that move fluorescent fibers
in the cracks between earthly seasons
finding peaks of cobalt hue
in the dawn of a diminished mouth,
thumping string that dwells all
the limbs together, a missile of body
to a shadow moon, an orbit hunter,
treading rice and clams
to the crater's pool of tar,
christened by its dead heat and its live heat,
and all the motherfuckers with feathers
who watch from its rib
as its lune-body, earth body
becomes my reflected skin.

I rode the earth with a tinfoil face
plastered to my being, feet wrapped in oil
and seran, tomato of lysergic time
breaking in my mouth.
The moon spoke like a wheel.
All the houses of the city
were arrayed like huge daggers
to await a blessing with violence.
Valleys of clay and concrete
that eat a train in lipstick gridiron.
Pouring smoke that turns
to heavy water in a falling hand.
Death angels that sprinkle
cinnamon on early graves,
laughing at the salt paths
laced with blood that radiate
cells and slope off toward
the drunken sky.  Temples of wheat
curving over stone ghosts and leaking
dawn light on forsaken prairies
where the hedgehog gets lost in a sound
from his own nose.

Glaze of blood on eyes
never covered by a blink,
flickering gaze that eats tired bodies,
roads divulging worms and snakes
that broadcast the colors of humanity
squirming in gasoline paint
to eat the galaxies of reflected sky
with their own death,
as playgrounds fly through the air
severed from their old realities
by fire and by salt, by
humor and by murder,
by the killer who cares
and the long silent one who
undoes all that has been
done with a single whisper.

Stacked scenarios of peacock kaleidoscope
thriving in a dance on glass fire field
canals of river's children washing sewage from a wall
stairwells mated to reptilian embraces
garages of parked deathmobiles
rattled by hot light and cold wind
while townships rise through a ruptured navel
tousled metal gathering around the gaze
of an ice child, embedded in a gliding
glacier wall that flattens
prairie daisies like pedestrians.

Empty paths
that I filled alone.
Ways nobody would walk
that I danced with aplomb.
Railways that came up around me
and then faded.
Moving skies that will never settle.
Evil trains that disappear.
Buffalo thunder out of the earth.
Skinny dippers in engine oil.
Exhaust pipes jutting from mouths
in place of tongues.
Wheels with elbows sticking
out of them, bloodied by every rut.