A pink trough in the copper soil

follicles with tiny hands

inform a wooden scythe

against the ranks

of boardwalk soda machines

this thriving simulation

with its necklace of scalps and ears

a meteor museum

where velvet lines burn

into a soup of cells

bars cross

where knuckles break on flour

a mated sepulcher

rising with its gallery of eyes.

The golden sombrero

an anti-saint's nimbus growing

from lipsticked bullet holes

above the eyes dripping

staggering to radioactive dugout

the blade of a painted bench

and crushed can

strange highways where the roadkill sings

to copper links and rust reddened water

ripping furs that pad

the wire mesh between sex holograms

the surge of sacred trash

beneath a tinfoil steeple

three eyes in a bright scrap

that coats the yawning plastic

hat's exit

and neon thatch

a notched black hole.

Raging plumage of remembered waves

the mouths of worms in wires

leaping hills and bulbous fire

pits of green chain

crests of leaking soil

roots cracking in the darkened sky

the lightning tracks of oil painted cars

bucking velvet mountains

clouds climbing an anvil ridge

tongue in action on a fissured ember

rooms fragrant in an antique haze.

The rifts between your hills

and open womb

are alphabets of earth

diamond studded caverns

bloody mailboxes

rubber teeth to zip the wounds

that time has pornographed

a pear shaped mouth

above a concrete cabin

shimmering with nuclear tongues

icicles from fingertips

that ring a synthetic sun

its roaring center

frail follicles of bulbwork

taint cubes of descending space.

Far from the amphibean factories

under a pile of skies

lawn-mowed memories

fading into ferns and pines

in the brass guts of open basements

like a pill on a leaf

water-haunted in my suit of knives

watching from the last greased overhang

the fevered makers unravel

their sacred wares

and the web of my veins

outgrows my being

chalk dancing on a marble slab

I take back my sacrifice

and swallow its scorpion blood.

For my sharp faced beauty

carrying my lost songs

I descend the ditch of all

skidded and crashed things

looking for a stone muff

to bury my failing faith in

while my teeth swim in my eyes

and mouths dispatch my rind

in shining soil.

Sprouting from the junkyard shore

with her pocket compact mirror

clenched in my arthritic claw

our lines of linen flags

to caress the pulse radar

its nuclear tongue

and button tar

her failing arc

pink tossed and paper barred.

Claws of beauty's dawn

under the ripples where I lived

her radiant eclipse

with hidden corners that I recorded

shelves and hand touched putty

smooth trees with rancid leaves

our walkways all laid out on riversides

where wires drag the air

and speak in shielded voices

wings reaching over haunted aisles

rooms where I touched a soul

fading into fertile darkness

rings of a receding globe

dispersed in raging ages

a sifted grave.

I tried to bond with the womb

it became a cliff face

went out with my gun on ice

saw the chain link fences

crumple around their golden pools

threw turds in the woods

that had gathered on the sparkle

of my heated kitchen floors

baskets of penciled evidence

the warped colors of dreams

beating bridges over talking water

trying to share bright blood and seed

strumming the chord that would save us all

in stone delirium

the strivings of a captured vein

a green globe's infinite teeth

one soul's technology

keyholed.

A vessel in the unrecorded world

and a captured hunter

watching wires travel Earth

to the fire of uncertain centers

slabs of bright blood cake

ice cliffs and ivory veins.

Dawns that pool

in crescent caverns

the mountainsides all stuffed

with ivory cubes

immortal souls in overgrown garages

painted eyes behind in brine

time-frozen leaves and fluttering

cardboard windows

the spine of undiscovered days

a lost man walking

to the far end of his ancient cage.

In my hourglass mouth

the lifetimes mix like melting gel.

I spit the thorns that letters leave

like crosses on each swollen bud

that sprout in stone.

Skins the river rejected

goblets packed with sand and steam

from breath of sky

the ice cave risen

to a bright rain's lunar collapse.

Stuck to the eon's windshield

that whispers without departure

one yearning grain.

All the flowing witness

of spraypainted days

our shovels lined up

with egged porch railing names

the vast sarcophagus where we smoke

rope frames to climb the water tank

sad nuptials of teeth and bone

the river's path a feather vein

blindly committed.

Sunk in our twin armchairs

maps of a ghostly pillage

piled on the paper between us

a ship in every bottle

past the parted sun.

ARTIFEX

My songs, destroyed careers

and squashed boxes

the colors of spent nights

and letters to wade through

have spent my spine on a brick roof

a cannonball following

dead fountains of fallen wells

flown spirits to decayed sphere

bent trunks to the fire peppered sky

where I frame my archaic longing.

The double headed snake

of grey garages in a neon rain

a seat in maple shadow

for a tower of smoking lips

built up in moss and vines

across a floor of stones

sublimely fallen.

Blood soaring through forked branches

streams caressing cracked letters

paths beaten by aching hands

through a bed of clay.

Stripped vessels unbecoming hair

the glowing grates for branding

tabled where the cook falls

to segmented floors

the shine of fragmented flesh.

Rainbow shade of the disintegrated limb

that climbs a soaring shelter

pools of metal catching windows

in their marble lines

the clatter of wooden bones.

Peaks of rock on rounded breasts of hills

circling the fire's teeth.

The sighing caves

that make the soil's music

diamond soft

in luminescent fade.

Shining pawns on a desert of ice

shallow pools swirling with the imprint

of an infinite sky

the fangs of frosted reins

buckling in mineral winds

the gravity of a torn sun

bones under a twisted smile.

Delinquency of bricks

that won't hold their form

dancing in gelatinous spirals

and lunar chains

that dissolve upon a green plateau.

Pistons crashing oceanic teeth

the whale's heart thudding

through torrid earth

non sequitur bibles

drifting to a nether shore.

Roads of glowing gelatin

over bloody hills

the porn bodies of masked faces

walking with their pocket sized machinery

in the light from cracked glaciers

ice torsos on an undulating curve

where pines glisten and scalped furs drip

branches reaching to a pierced cathedral dome

where the brains dance in bikini with blue poles

and engines coalesce

bright thorns for the forehead hereafter.

The geometry of stars

in their temporal order

plucking at the way I lay my bed

stains of the dome sky

spreading kaleidoscope horizons

a creamy toilet bowl

racks of a breathing fridge

a corridor of pale light

turning for machinery of salt

the wounds of time in a silk stocking

gnashing with the mouths

that brought them there

a paint bucket

tongues of oceans lost

in a racing circle

cliffs of raging chalk

that powder clouds

a lip of smiles.