Fingers tipped in blue
teeth pink crested violet worms
girders of rock sprayed snow
long rubber worlds to anti-gravity in
bitch pussy perched in the hallway's glove bottom
bone castles sleeping on hidden mats
dreams fanging out like holy spirit flame
from infant heads gone white
high floors they steam with spinning discs
on desiccated sticks
mouth grey with fog
and the forked tongue's eyes.

Under the shrink wrapped dawn,
among the totems of racist love,
trying for an untainted coil,
over snow trod alien by chains
long leaves in the view screen of the planet earth
tendrils cross her eyepiece and her sweet cavern talking
drawers stacked on meat and flaming cannot
take from the stream of capacious love over her errors
rhythms and unrhyming life
strutting seas on stilts that bag land
and her fearless hands in an aisle of shocked shacks
pine scented thumbs and positioned rocks twined together
in goat beard ropes and egg belts
in the neighborhood of landed stars and parched earths
being god of zones and laser light trafficking
curlicues of revolutionary meaning
in the spokes of a pizza shelf
or the slicer's sleeping wound
selling butt to the iron-hard moon.

My furnace is clean
with wallpaper of baby prints
square brick tunnels in my item head
ready for runway spilloff
and the lips broken from stasis
barriers of human trinkets have
bars of glass running vacant script
smoking forefront of a magazine stand
grates shined and lipstick chalked
a murder turned to symphony of sex
turned backward time
in a slurry of orbits.

Blood molecules whipped
through the tunnel of space
flecks on my mask
brighter than eyes from dispatched lives
long ships inhabiting the skin stretched over bright miles
planets in cloaks of hunters
game projecting gorgeous rays of death
over the hot breathing hills
heaving streams in steaming emission
bath melting time that has brought them there
lives gripped like the hilt of a sword
by histories that have assigned victims and executioners
with the strength of fading roles
whose empty future is their power
the speed a murdered landscape offers
the beauty of speed and passion for power without love
perfection of power to hide its need
in manners that scrape green away for grey
in clothing that assaults the cleanliness of the void
through the ridges of trees
and the power of water to swerve
the countenance of satisfaction
held up upon a severed head.

Sword the width of torso
already passed through
the rectum above frog legs,
bent ribs stabbing popped eyes
blade splitting throat and shoulders
senses flicked away like beetle shells
antennae on metal's reflected wire
bone clunking blade
heart's a burst berry
slipping its peel
lungs little flappers
smashed colors that leak long stems
into the uncaring earth.

Long lanes of blood eggs
for rubber hands and eyes
serrated light in webs gleaming cut ribs
slick floors spraying rainbow teeth
wheels punching earth with a thread
spoke fingers and split nail pussies
office equipment of the spine
tapping buttons with blades
lenses the skull taps cars with
speeding death in a hand's grip
pools of slime that were his sight
frying on the rooftops of empire.

A molten fist wrapped in wings of glue
brick tracers and skin poking arms
reaching over a hill's spine in a willow loop
brambles on fences of knives
armchairs of foam fists
eyes scanning from a stuck window
knuckles through the earth
pout lips from the crack of a rock
the hinge in lava
pulleys on a fire wheel
a featherless acre.

THE SLOWPOKE WINGS OVER THE MOUNTAIN

My stick floats autumn with golden horns
jaws low to the ground and an opaque center, the opposite of herds
red fruit glacial debris along intersecting networks of chasm luck
positions of elongated shape around the crater Copernicus
tablespoon meteorites would have struck the moon quadrant of the garden; onions grow

Cubes cracking at the corners
give leaking light to fiber optic engines
that curve breath, move bloodless flesh
to a multi-sided dome,
tap glue into the nostrils
of a dancing corpse,
and reassemble when
their width has met
their blades with molten congruence
through the hanging dark,
through the stone fence
shorn wool blows up against
and all the split rivers
of the heart that's torn
by the land it has become.

At boiling pinnacle
what happens to everyone
effects me,
like a cancer going,
like an empty laugh
and I keep the noise
to a normal level,
shrinking the parameters
I was meant to shatter
with a wince inside
that builds a hollow cage
where a bird is
swinging without a swing
and without a snare
singing guess what

Shackles of sand invisibly held
glint and bulb
on the hot lava pool
where the eyes bend
and pores open to the flip
of a paintbrush.

Salty ass beaver by the sweetened shore
punks along smoking pill after pill
wires cross the wooden belly
paint drains the esophagus
wheat stabs a club limb open
light after light leaves the closed fist
a brick is a pair of hearts.

I scalpel the hilltops touched
by my spirit octopus,
lipstick gun shaped twigs in shopping carts
beards and panties gathered together by kerchiefs
on the waffle wires where we roll and clutch
down the hillside shadowed by dancing fortresses
mutually negating kisses that bodies freeze to stick on
high torsos gripped by legs and sex lashed chrome
the buttocks of fame the wooden flask of the unmapped wood
the wonder of fifteen to seven
lobsters fucking in harness
while money honey sculpts in signs and lacking water
the gathering and lawgiving evolved
with their little water pistols set on stun
I part the clouds and put the clouds back
my magnet leash does not deny the waterglass;
I lay my blade on wrapped butter
and lap bread like a dog.

Dim set eyes in a long corridor of light
blanked by wide looks
they don't dare glance back at
frames that wink at oncoming cars
the gilt-edged sword of the tongue
moving and moving
clumps of labial clouds
over the sparkling trailer park
where I run in from broken woods
for handmade structures that glint to my limbs
seething sinews of invisible strength
the heartache of gains in blood
sternly deposited
and the howling inside that
history does not express
failing to wander.

Sky's a bright dangler
blood bird on a thick wire
frigid eyes in an empty hangar
chains painted daisy heart yellow
the ribcage squeeze of a compacted train
doors shooting open like lice
the torch on such a pretty brain
strips of history in color slashed and slapped side by side
edges agitating to slip through the last cracks of a sealed world
noisily sculpted beauties sneaking looks at the drain
to be sent under valleys in the piss of the enemy
and arrive in the blanket of their own tongue
friends of dust and stone on a raging shore,
speed-needle wiping the sun
with a ship of long branches.

A long thin jawbone filled with nails
white boards stained by the sap of the sun
wide black lenses on wet cement
thick trunks forked and rooted in the earth
a dragon of erasers with paintbrush fins
rolling like a tumbleweed to a Persian rug eye
the thrum of a happy cat
in a world of falling water and bright beams

IDEAL

The sky remains alive with June
the rose-pink sun dips for a little while
in the valley of concrete kisses I am
child of the sphincter that showed me out
doused with chemical lights and dancing wet
coming over the high roads with a skeletal friend
filled with all the voices that have left me bored
smitten in the high forehead
by the incomprehensible woods
run through the oval between glowing hills
over the tar tongues licking steel rails
over the rubbing alcohol porches'
launchpad of the potato gun
circuits in sleep under blood red sheets
swerving and looping river faces
bodies down the mind drain
signed by grey pens in growing ink.

Filed down to a bone heart
on which the little molecules of glass
keep dancing.

Eyes in a hood of sculpted steel
peering to the comma of a cave's mouth.

Walls of hard earned life that are
slats in a collapsing mansion
explosions touching rubber limbs
the roots of prosthetics scorched
by the lungs of the larger financial animal.

Two sticks of wincing brain
fizzling embers with unmeant kisses.

And a shit-hog wallowing
in his destabilized crucifix
lashing the magnet to his necktie
whose pull recites the numbers of death
from a tower of mouths flung down,

the dissected ancestor
in a field of forced bellies
gleaming.

Milk on a sun dial
trickling a broken circle
palm-lines imprinted in sand
coins with nicked edges
turning in chipped eyes.

Wheelbarrow fire crashing on tumbled grass.
Fern-tops and wasp bodies
sharp ovals linked by faint flesh
rumps on turning leather
skeleton leaves blown from the gemstone
frozen to the water of life
winged slave of the air.

The tilted doorway of a sea cave
belches oars in and out
on obscured blood.
Foam dyed by essence
painting rock with spoiled DNA.

Runway off the end of a tongue
tracks multiplying tracks
to the bulb's wall of prisoner sky
a pill brain shoots out of the skull's multitudes
many floors of glass where half-eaten eggs burn
through the plates
pipes crammed with bundled meat
filling pans with blood jelly and white styrofoam light

Sister rain with her gum drops painted on cans
headphones flower-born from barb wire
toilet paper hearts of unreached hands
aching for the worm of the galaxy
harm's lips with a snipped lactaid
the children of a bandaged bone.

Graphs of teeth and pink flesh,
glimpses through a great wheel of pure disorder,
swords on marble floors for the caged hands,
sidewalks salted with wishbones,
trees billowing like water salad,
trenches of the dirty sea
buried in a licorice twist,
peaks of snow capped with the blood
of a king child,
sprouts from the outer dimension
tapping remixed I'm.