ANNIHILO YODELAYHEEHOO

No music tonight.

I want the flat world

to creep in and smash me

like a bug.

No more fighting with

the pornographic executioner--

I just don't look.

Keep me out of your

social order.  Don't

anoint me with

your bullshit sirens.

Don't drug me like a bookmark

stuck at random

in an untouched book.

You have nothing left

to offer the likes of me.

I eat the sunlight

from the rain.

I set fire to the walks

I take alone.

The zone bereft of echoes

is my empty plane

where chains of flowers leap

from my deathly hands

and the burned wheat stands.

Crumbs that reach

deeper than lungs

drum skins tuned

to the coldest mic

green arc of a frog leaping

through curved glass floors.

Light broken on ragged shores

where the flame in my hand goes dancing

forests hollow in symmetric reflection

glades open to the wolf

who knows the circuit master

throwing five fingered pines

and birches to earth

a birth cried out

in regrown magnolia

kudzu's crawl born in the thicket

born in the vine of life

clawing through my veins.

Saucers carrying slabs of green,

ships piled high with orange snakes,

rainbows held in place

by slats of strange metal,

a heart attacked

by fleece of dispersing sky,

the curve of an empty hand.

Zones bright with toasted chalk,

walls held in place

by soft robotic wind,

the rubbing of crust on crust

beneath cracked dance floors

and kissed umbrellas.

Star clusters,

tents of wheat

and piles of dust,

in the shadow's

faint geometry of giggles

where the wild play of spirits

finds its puppet sheen,

gold glowing

on descriptive wires.

If we were mated

in the painted tags of days

in the slow waves of a smoke December

on a beach of bones

and fiber optic ragweed

we could find our sinews deep

to pull through clay and teeth

ascend a hilltop's

breathing.

Cranked up into

the aching heavens

hatched from a

strobe-shot cloud

sprung with shotguns

and cartoon flowers

from the womb

of uncertain matings

brandishing the certainty of stars,

shadows cross a ping pong table

and the waxed rafters

pulsate with alien hymns

the siren's howl becomes organic heat

cabinets of shining brass bells

afloat around a swampflower

the absurd clock kicked aside

and the hung sheets dry.

I feel the teeth of sharp saws

upon my simulacrum

the grinding of stricken light

dissecting uneven floors

a rain of tongues on sand.

Stricken with straight lines

the blossoms tangle and unfurl

their greatest glory

stung lilacs reeling in sap

concrete exposed to lunar forces

huge curtains of captured clouds.

This hologram's embrace

reels through its hollow phases

dries out the raging sun

and paints the sheets

with films of a cosmic coil

descending down in blue.

Glades of hourglass mirage

the fire light of water's cap

dams of radiant mud

a nest of broken twigs

staring from its naked

glints of wood.

The blades of hard

bronze twilight

cutting through

a supermarket sky

blue rods of speaking iron

the thirst of lips that perish

in the soil

and its womb of oiled rags

skin tags and sighing clay.

CONSERVATIVE

Life tossed me

through its whirlpools,

I was a willing swimmer,

I stood fast in the impossible void.

Cars and empires passed me.

I would not raise my hand

or pop my thumb

to ask for a ride.

Hillsides paved with brighter tar

flew out from under me.

The pines and birches answered.

My empty pockets filled up with light.

Stone fences from gone shepherds

criss crossed each other

half fallen in the depths of

the shadowed woods.

I dug at the outskirts

for renegade boulders

and put them close to their old places

one by one by one

like the water in an iron lung.

If I can ride

the floating strands

of past explosions

over sculpted hills

and make babies in the web

of a new era

keyboards in a waterfall's disguise

may rise to my hands

clothed in rings of arabesque

an iron tongue

lip scorched with eyeliner

one bubbling pool of gold

an hourglass command

received with almond eyes

inherited from green reflection

the water's bright

one floating tool.

Walls of sunlight

slapping rails aside

the cracked shells

of crawling crabs

healed into

the quaking maze.

The teething jungle rims

of poolside expanses

reflected in

a glass reel.

Eyes upon eyes

the pleasant reek of twilight

a bandwidth snapped between

two eternal dancers

time's hanging caw.

Maybe if I sift through clouds

on the way to your broke geography

I can retrieve the fragments

with chains of lips

that have spoken spirals

and sink the ax in clay.

Maybe if you swing the chains

these hooks and I will let go

of green leaves

prairies on stilts

whole acres of rooted hair

and float away.

THE PROMISE OF MAGNOLIA

Sparks from the green remainder

immune to frost

bouncing sun and moon

from shine to shine

gleaming in intricate hills

and folded neighborhoods

gesturing to light between worlds

its far flung lips and curtains

clear eyes among suds of mercury

a saxophone's cry above the drumming waters

grey fallen from the leaves

that carry spring to spring

bright envelopes of veiny life

dauntless beneath a flaking sky

are planned for unwritten lands

and drenched in uncaught diamonds

tight makes of the living rain.

When the world

is finally still

our collapsed lines

of thought

and disintegrated walks

all fraying at the edge

of a reversing sun,

the conversation we saved

and its kiss of ages gone

we'll be an interrupted wave

with two frozen faces.

Light will flick

over the salt

and the smooth

ice where we are

to be corroded stars.

Canyons and fields

empty waiting for the one.

Such mysterious laughter

from a deep lit core.

Plums and accolades

the curved path

of many curving visitations.

Gems and embers

carved out of a frozen waterfall.

My pillow is filled

with the songbirds

of many fallen times.

Lamplight shared

against a night

that proved infinite.

Tar shining on the arc

to someone else's door.

DEITY

Whirlpool of metal leaves

cascading above my

stressed and knotted head,

light from the dark of space

giving my ribs the spice

of moving blood,

brown grass in the hacked sun

blessed by cloven feet

and fleeing white tails,

fount of earthly goddesses

the background of their wings

sighing and heaving

through many forests

crushed diamond of Creator God,

immaterial Lord

of many floating fragments,

lay down my head on clouds of glass

with a blanket's whisper,

tow back my scream to song

and your choir's laughter,

cause my errant seed to see

rearranging Earth.