The light infinite is the light captured,

is finite

only that, uncaptured

may it bless in

rings of flag-whipped cloud

to be drowned in leather

may the vents frown

on its abnormality of progress,

let the hills and mountains

drain shanked roots

and bring the ribcage home

like a leaning ship in tow.

Deep in the rows of trees

I am moving backwards,

backwards as against time,

looking for the face I cherish,

hoping to hear the cherished word.

Her travesty of anthill sidewalks

spilling the erupted grain

laser framed kiosks of the new abandon

pulsating airports where the

credit's soft in alcohol

jagged cliffs of green racing to the river

a deck of alien teeth

spread across these liquid ships

a fan of dying echoes

a propeller's wig.

Totem poles and centerfolds

collapsing into space

the grain of blades

a bright antenna

rising from rotating ribs

tickling the city sky

where shells depart like smoke

to drink from gravity

an oiled navel

whispers to a striking snake

for ink of the split tongue

my wind balled hair

and vein shocked eyes

her spit cracked criminal flower

our cloud of nooks

and sweet smacked echoes

a shrink wrapped screen.

Hills emptied of daylight

grow with a grey warmth

the stones whisper

with deep tongues

tucked into the folds

of fertile Earth.

Scorched windows glow

from the desecrated temple

and its icons of dust and clay

put on metallic masks.

I'm alone in a seething aisle

between frozen seas

when I see the golden

pawn they've made

of my goddess queen.

My losses fit me like a cup.

They're dialing up the grain.

Ash-spent decks

and oil lit garages all.

Do they circle me like tongues

or empty thought bubbles

am I panicking panel to panel

or do I just drift?

I'm the lion of the thrift,

battery pack side-beams.

Figure eights going over

the graveyard.

A diving board glistens

from the circuit of echoes

that subtracted me

here.

Dispose of the husks

into other husks.

Tap veins

with the one vein's eye.

Make water flow

through the machines.

Fog rises to its end

and the sun repeats.

Man missed it.  A severed eyelid

tossed on a river of timeless oil.

The horns blew through every dawn

while his corpse flew skyward.

A rippled park

regurgitates its trash cans.

Games favored by millions spin

into obsolescence.  Roots are fettered

to the green Earth

from more than one socket

and the blessed grounds ooze.

Earth is hallucinatory,

the time-saving devices

all break open,

folding floors

swallow remembered moments,

the forest creaks

like a ship enduring a wave,

my bones drink backwards

in a snoozing aisle,

lovers leave

the room lights up

friends depart

and then the sky

flashing like the oil of Mercury

that is going home.

Fresh colonies of limbs intertwined,

square vats of twilight

poured full with glittering

transparent jelly

the mouths in an infinite chain

that speak in lunar equations,

cloudy whips lashing at a frozen waterfall

walls of liquid ball bearings.

Fingerprint smeared glass doors

line up towards a mineral gash

where the sky's map flutters.

Ferns lavished from the fringe

of unvarnished foundations

a thorn spilling

whole alphabets of milk

speak to the surfaces

and uniform shadows

furnish the graveyards

with spillage of salt wings

I will be rising from bug-lit doorways

back of the shop smoke

to pine in your ruin

first servant to the neon rain

wings tucked in to the trees

bronze face of a torn cliff

gleaming.

Slabs of sweet blood

from the dawn sky

bright lit throats

from a patched planet's thatchwork

of roots and ghosts

in seminal gel.

Where the water talks

to broken bowls

and sand cracked channels

the shoreline is

a silk of neon gnats

kissed mute

by structured vapor.

Wind coil

where the tree frogs vomit

serenity's metallic creek.

Cold breath of desire's end,

far under the cloak of appearances.

Frolicked there

with a time bender,

with a harp of cages

the sweetest snare.

Fell from great heights

in their alien slumber,

to a dashed-out piece of wood

to a radiant armchair.

That forgotten window's closed,

there is no return

to the fading clouds beyond

or the first day's mouth

that only thirsted.

Leaping from a fang of ice,

bowels disjointed by

the wandering sun,

torn globes of this cosmos.

Eyes wider than

the dawning road,

a cut horizon.

Minnows of blood

quick in a pale stream

running over packed earth.

Lights from electrocuted depths

pouring out on a frozen field

where they come to rotate

with their shadow knives.

Bright gas

of a beauty gone.

The feathered fingers

of an exploded brain

stuck learning in

his labyrinth of cardboard.

Waves mounting

in a strange pause

behind the myriad

plastic doors.

His rib-mirror

with kneecaps and eyes

with swamps of gelatin callers

riots frozen in deep

wide tanks.

Her decorated fertility

taking on the runway trees,

the cloud crushed

blood polished

bus station.

Winged animals emerge

first from the rim,

from the contact's faint eclipse,

the dance-room emerges,

the tinted couches

lining seashore balconies

where we tore each other's

fabric to break through,

placing on each ladder

a completed canvas,

a marble-black hospital wedding

dispersing over easeful glass

thorn of anonymous kisses

lost in the cranked chemical night

and she who knows in many cabins

let the hour babble let the rabbit

ache open doors into early

morning.

Apocalyptic hens

crazed enemies

go plunging over the impacted cliffs

moon's molar champions

beneath a soaring playground

deep in galactic trees

the decks of paradise Androidea

a nude throng and their pagan clench

high pools on the levels of chessboards

stirring with a glittery peacock lash

dorm's rack and theater,

where the crucifix is altered in cellophane

the night sweats of wrong doctors

elms fallen of a ghostly street

in cage after cage proceeding

from gladness, from the ministry

of wire.

Light barred

comes crashing in

from the Earth,

from the fountains of fire

in the feminine core.

Lids pop at the peaks

of plastic encampments

and the mute emerge

carrying empty containers

smudged motionless eyes.

Lines touch with liquid acid

and return to indifferent orbits.

Rays cutting through

a stained glass cage

a series of tongue waterfalls

lips baked in clay

and rock teeth.