Home is alien.
The pit crawls.
The ground boils with lipstick.
A vortex comes out of the sun.
Dining tables slide down a long deck
into the suds of the ocean.
My friends are the minions
of a tinsel-laden hell.
My enemies are stale.

Hourglass lenses
bent on bench
and pond side curves
wired to the electric yield
of a hair-thin body
vein twigs in the eyes
glove-burst irises
stretch-lipped smile of eroding granite
far from the palace of stacked teeth
theater in the pocket groaning
little claw hammers
on the vents in a drum skin
oily ducts from projector screens
chaining pyramids of lumber
a hose's nozzle foaming
through spirals of chairs
the velcro of felt stages
baths lapping at the backs
of those who escape the ocean
the wrenching of good will
a handkerchiefed fist
in a solitary mailbox.

Drifts of time
I'm loaded in
trundling desks up stairs in twine
while the chains on the trees watch;
the icicles of faces
walking tar past red barn doors.

Stones with their rectangle feet
in the earth
worm of the flat land
rearing up in shards of mountaintop
digging deep by dead berries
glass in the foot-cut black dirt,
curved lenses dripping
on a stripped trunk
the chime of a rusted swing set
through the mold's rind of forest
flank and thigh bare on a rock tank

leaf-trails fading on the empty path
cubes sliding into a rearguard handprint
grip's vine the birthing mud
a gown of slack branches
a toilet for the sun
scraping tent walls
with the eye socket fossil
oil of a dumpster's lid
landing shut
on the cut up gardens.

Threadbare flesh
nailed into my desires like plastic.
Strutting the high barriers between existences
the beating of a dead way of life
from wall to wall.

Ancient temples clamor
with the sale of modern skin
souls and their suited flashing
unknown beneath the rubble
and its made-up
strength of arms.

Yams in a dark tree of soil
that jettison heat with color
the passion of these vaporous skeletons
putting on form and action
to leave me out.

A ditch of squares and berries
behind the small barn
palm of a vast hand
in which I retire.

Sliding wheels the alley paints
the hacked-off horns of a bull
in a wall of breaking eyes
stems of a past that flowers
knifelike straws in the trash can heart
sex frenzy strapped to a chair
cheeks chafing the sun
where the light cores
and drinks its passage
and slurps up the body
with gaseous lassoes
showerheads of red steam
violet's ultra dark.

Particles that flow over me
and have their own voice
stir little wrathful empires
one for each pore
little nips and tugs
at the logbook of being
that I slap down with a rubber glove.

Skates disembodied
roll a ramp of long teeth
to the eyes of my instep
glaring at the lit up rain
and menacing sun
glaring at a bathroom
shrunk into one tile
fossils pushing stems
with extending
out the window
flowers.

Desks on my tongue
kitchen table legs that stab
and go clunk in my ears
as I descend raw.

Keep pissing into the goddess
feet pierced by your own signature,
limb's axle burning one phallic heart
into the crimson boards.

Continue plumbing your hands
in the midst of her missing rib
while your head cracks
the long pipes of light
overhanging the pulped
and gritted bodies.

Cut into skin injections
wavelength of an acid spectrum
balled up in a baby's fist.

Sails painted through the clustered dark
the wet crust of clinging insignias.
The pencil's lead point of iris
nudging a blank entry
from a web of spidery veins.

Spirit's height will pop
in the reel of sticking flowers
that saws your chains
only to turn a stringy mass
to cage of names
the crosshair on your tailbone
predestination turning to wispy thought.

Shutters descend the bulging belly
clacking past an open socket
where the birth cord
fled to whip and choke.
A question mark in gold suds
the lancing of grey blood,
of a suffocating essence,
a shucking speech
that peels the spine and pez head
pockmarked tongue of mineral gashes
jawbone ringing on a scratched table,
tears fingering
an immaculate bowl of knives.

Reptilian cunt coming after the shielded ape
ferns at his peripheral eyes
eating the lighter's tongue
time reversed for the length of a jog
down the rectangle of main street
with its pubic median
trees like snakes
and the scars of bench hands
trash flaps allowing trash
into cupped mouths
counting in the fire
the tacked-up gloves of the last man
on a cinder pole
by the one who comes after
bouncing branch on a fresh ledge
lashed to his toy
like a knuckle
cracking.

Dime's punched heart
ribbons of motor-blown soul
his head crushed under a flung basket
strands of grass folded into blossom
stone stalks nicked with false ages
and the falling orders of time
his fantasy forever afterward tinfoil
an epilogue that he plays with
salting lizards in a hallway of cassettes
chewing linoleum boards
spitting out scrolls of teeth
rolled up in the boot room
spit-cleared eye of a building tilted to quiet
cartoons of a gone space age
showing veins to sunlight
and the brown blade of a pond's edge
sloughing off marks of formula ice
behind his mask of springtime.

A shroud of mercury
scarf unto a mountainous head
rut-dug polished rug hallways
video gaming dusk drip
seed crunching feet
another day in the gas mask
rocking chair stuck on slide
table legs stabbed into a beach
froth of ageless lips
carried female to female
on a feminine tree
the fabric of a wide road
lost to the repeating giant
square mouths in the repeating night
until the spool crashes.

The chain of headlamps
ticking away on foil wrapped curbstone
a map of the sun
curried in pepper of teeth
for American cheese.

Forelock glued to doorless
and soft doom,
burned arms letting the light
drip a pencil,
posted to the fireproof ceiling
in letters to symbolize the flesh,
tangle of weary structures
giving vent splash
a young face of death,
a slapped laugher
pounding a long table
straw's work of enameled reaching
dim hunger for a piece
of the elevated shine
swept into the grain
a fudge sign masticating dawn
launched from a target emitter
lips wrenching a shoebox
bones on a dirty court
wings tapped to teeth
the asbestos cart
tacking infants to mercy.

Banks of bottles and skin rankings
gone with the labelled dawn
mad afterbirth of floating couches
the gardens a ladder pissed in
mushrooms arrayed on plump
pouches of insect soil
the sword feet of falling sidewalks
scuffles in thin covering
the appearance of an elevated plane
an unlined palm tipping
forklifts and video servers
broke lines sharing an abandoned flask
the strap on midnight's equator
the belts rotating her dumb hands
my blade of scissored maxims dangling glue
two icy comets laughing hard,
the antenna of Sunday's goblet silver
metal and white caterpillars
cemetery's slab desk
and overflexed bridge
a vein of flowers.

Burning sleeves reaching
for an empty face,
depths closed to the core
on vines and boxes
letters lightning-struck
the strange staring faces
catching reflections in
a basin of teeth,
towering up from sadness
with a leer of love,
ten fingers on the chopping block,
life-line's tangle of pedantic nurses.

A bubble in the caged water
reaching for electricity.

The constellation's tassle
nicking series of tense foreheads
flame-guarded eyes
arranging a departure
through the body.

Shells float the floor of the earth
and waves cut the rooted platform feet
of blueberry bushes
the shield-backed beetles falling
to patterns that will not salute.

Vacant stairways where I used to crawl
for putting the animal into the animal
a long roof streaked with piss and brick ash
from the falling kingdoms, the falling
democracies of the flesh

organs conducting all blood and care
away from one another,
bulbs growing on a fence of flattened eyes
shelves of bone teeth
melting wafers of glowing cartilage,

covers pulled back from a skinless beauty,
thatchwork of corroded personal bibles
yielding long brown snakes of release
to a collection of tupperware petroleum,
follicles upward in paint
the sighing of garage doors.

Thumb harp in the lower jaw
calls to seagull's feet
as the destiny of the brain
is removed like a sore.