A crapped-on flying saucer
taking off into the galactic underbrush.
Cranking and grinding lights
bending circular walls.
Streamers of torn trash
whipping electronic speech
out of the wind.
Water squeezed into pellets
that hologram an empty territory.

Waves licking at the faint pill dispenser.
Soaps flowing around a suffocated eyeball.
Tunnels of sandy ribs pushing plastic molds:
a crater's mouth for the seated assembly
the prisoner's chain of pearls.

Propeller face blowing away
the confetti of the body
peaks and rippled green
going down to the dark water
with a silent blade,
scum tracking fibers of light
over the sand carved lands
with a reeking guitar
a screaming pile of oiled leather
and a recipe of scorched silk
the beauty of a famous liar
licking up the charcoal stricken milk
from a corner rusty shovels touched
when the moon went out
like a cloth on a wintry diving board
sharing thin paint
ice carving out the photosynthetic tiles.

Trash pile's fire light
the web of paths sodden with blue
descended skies in leafy buckets
berries popping concrete ramps
the twine of slug movements in bark
roots climbing laundry pockets
high slabs plateau'd steel
red veins tapping a grape
carving ditches in a fallen sun
swooping a chiseled canyon

the character of empty prairies
grass vertebrae tracking
a sprinter's statuesque elemental tool
imprinting cool cylinders
hole puncher of a molten heart
wet knuckle hoarding paper blades.

I see rooms and vacant figures
buried in the silk of film
passages latched to foam
that give aging bodies rest
porcelain footpaths and
the alphabet of a spiked tread.

Frozen doorways for a punctured soul
that walks the rain on eight leashes.
Long beds singing with rushed graces
embroidery of grand fossilized orifices
hissing to the ruts of time.

Buds that slide across a single claw
decorating a wrecked pillowcase.
Slashed curtains hitching
a skinned windowsill
dangling over the padded
markings of death.

Charcoal sunrises tickling
a chicken voice
from a papered over
sob.

Main streets tugging
the shallow flow
of vagrant water
to the pinnacle's powdered arm.

Shrink wrapped earth and night
the black eyes of a golden dog
hip bone's celestial bridges
keys that wink in the net's bottom
slats of oiled wood across the hooded moon
ledges of painted salt cliffs
ebbing and sparking pine bark walls
the caked earth of drum hands
throbbing from an ancient cave
hot webs of gum trees
interlacing broad banded leaves.

A minnow in forehead iris
darting between scorched brows.

Freak on a tower of vaseline
stump flower plugging the phone
of a vacant lot
with bright chalk towers
the dotted frames of hot eyes
through shackled and searching structures
that inhibit the moon
hoops and raging poles in cracked tar's
rust of echoes
tires that cross the field
as an empty telescope
scrapes and delivers the frisca
of a million lights
rolling down the dome sides
like a car wash steaming.

Irregular walls on salt scratches
marble rails and rounded squares
trickling screens that palpitate lettered hand prints
the grease paint of shuttered doors and oily blood
the pouring mouths of stone chained in dragging feet
fine flesh in a plastic sleeve
tree forks tacked with electric light
dry skeletons caught in the depths of fragrant skin
wet banners bleeding optic lids
and machine gun numbers
the softness of pigeon grey
plucking fragile glass.

This pit of grinding and surging earth
gears and turning towers
vines to crawl the bloated sun
the curve of shores and their heaps
coppery iron bones and storms of pink flesh
leafy boats in a diamond swarm
hands covering electric sockets on a moving wall
tongues of cloud bundles tumbleweed clumps
blood boiling the skin of potato
mineral cliffs giving forth the vitamin salt
to the rainbow over the cauldron
and the brainpan's snickering pop.

A feline's coffin in a case of cracked ribs,
a soft skull pushing whipped cream on a fertile curb,
melted bridges between fingers and pine paths
yielding scribbled stone,
the tissue and cartilage of tied-up days
running milky floorboards
wire brushes on the scalp that craves
bloody pushcarts across riverside paths,
womb's creaking birch and ripped fork,
ink's blight of oceanic paper
and radiant sleaze.

Bulbs and bread and palace homes
fortresses of painted glass for protected paper
rock barrier trails glinting through the sparks of separated bodies
gaze from the naked cold on parallels of bright lit tables
faces sanded to the grain of wood that their blood resembles
hinges glued to ornaments sliced from the living earth
trunk's totem of navels and pock marked branches
the claw mark of tinsel stars
blankets furry wires.

Slats over the earth mouth ditch
wet pebble trails
to a throat of broken ice
a curve of patted mud
near the wilting fires
stuck length of a rooted spear.

Blankets on broken logs
the teething sunrise
in a bucket of shining water.
Lumps of clay with moss lids
tied to the tilting trees.

Dark orbits the wrapped up rainbow
stacking successful trees
combing swamps and circling paths
a mouth of tar's wiggling branches
tires and caps in an old room corner
bland rocks on the tan shell of a floor
chipped mirror glass in a glaze of straw
chains of breasts faces and legs
following the rhythm of copper pipes
in a foam glued wall.

Tables and chairs in tawny boxes
ropes and rubber clasps a transparent ceiling
the singing in empty rooms
and the staring land.

A woman's shape
drilled into the facade of my skull
under the vapor streams
of racing airplanes.
Nipples cutting out eye patches
a ripped-off body suit's wet balloon.
Bones bundled together like twigs
in the clench of universal rubber.
Skies eating a headless neck
slow pulse of blood released
petroleum soda fountain
on a crooked and isolate square.

Earth oozing through brick and wire
paint dripping the chipped teeth
over paperwork cliffs
locked cabinets bobbing
on a tide of plastic heat
demolishing lionesque eyelashes.

Claw's cursive on the lonely tool
dribbling rejected children.

In the light that always goes
some rhythm of interrupted grey
struggles to take a man's form.
These paths that cross to find his feet
are the marks of a galactic knife.
As the current goes wild through sap
roots clench and turn the watered soil.

The dreams of dullards
will take over the earth.
Madness will become compulsory.
Chains will pass through flesh
and transform into glistening oil.
His skeleton will find a screen
for the fire's pop, the falling orbits,
to cast off their dust and be
stuck with blood again
running the crescent curve
from a net of beds.

And a slattern's crayon sun
of ragged rays
with no chemical center
will fill up his toothless mouth
to dance on the paper multitudes.

Monday picture frames, Tuesday haircut,
the robot's eye scans my cancer
and pins me down to garlic tables.
The gleaming ocean gathers me seamlessly
and spreads me out,
a fine ash whirlpool shape
tendrils of cumulus oil.
Glass buckets of bovine hearts
spilling down the theater steps.

Butterfly wing desktops
flipping like fake fingernails
closets hallway deep
leaning gravestone walls.
Cinnamon vinegar torso singing
swinging a long wet rag.
Crouched like a hose
on the fire escape
a waiting cat's mouth
she brings me milk
for my raging tea.

Sad ribs under a pretzel head
spine covered with clothespins
and tender wires
lungs in an orchid bloom
tree's trunk remolding paper skin
chest cavity's moss goblet
beads of cracked and softly singing water
woolen mitts for the sticky eyeballs
and salt-scarred feet gone missing
in a quilted glade.

Orchards bare to the touch
blowing bubbles of wood
vein's highway in the eyes
streaking bows of stone
pebbles trickling down
the skater's curve of a copper fountain
dimes notched in the tower's spike
the claw that is a door
scribbling long sidewalks
frost adorning shallow pools
the monkey bars of mercy
on meticulous straw.

Stung orbits
that wobble the magnetic center.
Vaulted flesh of ages
twitching upper hallways.
Grass parting at the entrance to the cornfield
pipes of bright notched fiber.
A path of fur on the soil
leading high to low land.
Tapestries of ointment
fingering cool blades.

A ring of lights in the rippling harbor
where the docks float sepia spines.
Shelves of separated leather
pouting cannibal lips.
A circuit laid out in strands
that drive existence.

One pilot of water
dishing scorn to the succulent curve.

The spotlight and the starlight
and the street light
tell me I am a
symbolic animal.

And my track mute,
and my butt hole,
and my drinking.

Encased peaks cut through
the firs on the hillside.
Painted lines escape
drifting off like spray
across the wounded airwaves.

Mosaic of paste clay walls
wig on a stick
near the burners.
Chopped up unfinished chair
in a crater of engine oil.

The surface shows me the shape
of what I breathe.
The slipping root
to bloody channels in the deep ground
framing mirror stacks
lid pouches and a silk wreck
parking weary thrusters
bright packed tar.

Kitten of light contacting palm
staircases washed by receding floods
every blinking chimney wrapped
in a wreath of vines.

Ditches of diamond water
licking garage corners
girders levitated through the vapors
calling from a radiant gorge.

Antennae on a pyramid of shingles
and peppered glass.

The interwoven half-dead brothers
shaking a thicket of painted branches
fighting on a road in the sky
bolting barriers
to the shimmer of a careless frond
patching each other with drifting fabrics
hoping the hologram will crack
as it has cracked before
while the beam flickers
in an unwilling iris
seams frothing and a milk navel
peeled glass orbs in a salad of lettuce
firmament shaking meat.