The yards and sharp fences

where I walk through my scrolls

are pouring leafy lava

on my burst and tattered uniform.

Ribs on a railing

that leans to kiss the waterfall

elbow bones and tongue

laid back in the tension

of a sling shot

moon high and fading.

Chain links cracked and scattered

from the swindle of the vine

nest breaking from the coral snake

twine smoking around the antenna.

Hilltops mounting hilltops

under a metallic rainbow.

Carts of glass glued

to the unmoving arc.

Eyes lined in a volcano's ribcage

rows blinking and flashing.

Roots upturned with severed veins

to fondle the sun's

radiant indifference.

Neon popped and oozing

between the green leaves

eyes stuck to a web

that rides these greasy windows

knifing through a soaked forest

to find an emerald seat.

High wires that are calling

to an ascendant cloud

our mouths on either side

of a skeletal wall.

Always following the shaded path

with a veil of moss

in a nimbus of cracked water

long tooth merging from a third brain

into the outer air.

Magnificent sleeping vagina

of the heated woods,

their oaks and ferns in a dance

beneath the stabbed clouds,

wigs tossing on a field

of electronic poppies

my yearning brain sack

and departed sneeze.

A lot of hours land

heavily on me now

I no longer duck into the fizz

to disappear

and when I swing

from the  arc of the path

to catch myself

going the other way

there is nobody there

in the lights passing.

EXILE

Paths of long moth dust

wires with handholds

ascending a fog soaked mountain

in the stretched velvet circle and valley

where the expected figures meet

and tip their hats to the oil bitten rain

I am polishing a coffin lid coffee table

watching the wooden mirror dance

with dinosaur wings.

A rack of dusty glasses

on a bedside table with pages

afloat beneath an evaporating roof

the soaring ribbons of galactic spray

a notch above the belt of suns

bursting with lips and feathers.

Faces screened and beaming

from opposing worlds

antennas on a blinking house

signaling to a river of eyes.

Leaving on a blue flame

over the stacked and blown-out

cities.

Gold rooms

where the sad bones walk.

Long aisles through the paved woods

hedges hiding the diamond

where I would go to lie down.

Mailboxes with birdhouse sounds

touching the underbelly clouds.