To a high ledge on fire with living waters

to an immaterial vortex

to an aching scar that speaks

through the sinews of a new wound

streams of punished life

go braided into braided hellfire

mud whirlpools on the ceilings of the dead

the gilt frame of a gasoline cathedral

summoning the courage of the damned.

Disembodied wolves on temporal surfaces

cannot stir this frozen blood

but the torn sun can

and it shits its light

in a chain of chattering skulls

to annoy the linen clad ghosts

who are glad to be going without a soundtrack

glad to be going with razor bones

and insufficient twilight

glad to be the dead

with luminescent eyes.

BAPHOMET IN CHAINS

I am here to be the venom in the veins.

Here to strew the beauty that is too late.

To sacrifice all to the void that howls.

Spread the colors on the range

that pulls and frays.

Paint my bones

with mindless letters.

Scream at me from the void

that reeks in all your silences.

Burst the bubble you built with lies

as it caresses my fangs.

Watch green bridges shoot out

like the tongues of snakes

and then retract.

Let the canyons speak

like sweet grass.

I will be waiting there

like a shiny pretzel.

I will be writing love as a curse word

with the ribbon like a leash

between my teeth.

AND

More frenzied Fridays

pour out from the lipsticked

mouth of hell in rays

breaking the soft perimeter's

dark smoke of burning money

and the loneliness of this

piece of shit dropping from the social corpse

in a halo of bent antennae

orifice ringed by spidery limbs

eating the wings of a demonic horde

to keep them grounded in the torn garden

and the trees groan in a captured courtyard

and frozen swamps groan under the feet of fools

and the routine disintegration continues

bleeding color and abstract thought

and the heavy metal of consciousness

continues in its fist of being and.

More visionary Mondays

sparks rising from tousled floors

where wanderers speak

to lights that dangle on weary banners

sight saturated in dancing objects

stone necklaces draped on hills

wheels rolling that are ever after

the rind of the unattainable

the rhyme of nonsense and the

dragon of reason

slain under bridges of string.

Laborious attachments of vast

gaping gears

to the dreaming of a captured spirit

cast through blueberry walls

in a cabin of fevered and filmed dreams

tassels on the frames of faces who laughed

the light bent on gravity's forces

long blades on the mend in multiplying gashes.

PAGANUS RENACIMIENTO

Blankets of excrement

cover the sullen courtyards.

Flowers of violent life

bristle through with gorgeous thistles

and poisonous mouths

to laser-scrub the landscape.

Cornices touched by snake's tongues

shimmer with hallucinogenic light.

Tendrils extend from stone

in slime revivified.

Globes of green glass

with fiber optic webs

shimmering inside them

refine the shadows of deepest night.

Inverted neon pentagrams

blow up the religious graveyards.

The dumpsters puke

a thousand years of mottled soil.

The shopfronts erupt

with coils of wet clay.

The cornerstone stained with ultraviolet

sheds shades of gray and squirts

blue paint around the sphere that cannot stay.

ETERNAL ANIMAL

Drown all the preachers in piss.

Let the feeble clowns of decadence

be torn asunder by their own decay.

May the mildest pigeons

become birds of prey.

All the empty cords move like light.

All the overflow of gnostic basements

clustering like snakes don't mourn.

Here is the devoured moon

in the hollow morning.

Here are the tragic players

what's left of them cartoonish

in its grim remainder.

Foul garments are torn

by freshness in form

substance comes up in seeds

to taste of death

beauty born in hellfire

is stronger than heaven's gold.

A wounded wolf

in a velvet glade

covered with

piercing eyes.

Growling over

the lines of gravity's wires,

light fallen

in wrenching patterns

on the ground that heaves.

Flames licking at

the grids of order

that invited them

to come in.

He limps toward

a constantly

rearranged horizon,

he never turns--

his many eyes are pulling

at him all over--

then lopes along

the rays of

a disintegrating sun

on the land where

his ghost pack

dreams and runs.

Solemn angels with melted mouths

eyes attached to ribbons

that are neverending

stretched across smoking galaxies

taut with living light

strings twanging in a cave mouth's

wet ecstasy of darkened spirits

churning in a cold, deep dance

whole labyrinths of stone

breathing in the dark that glows

for solemn angels smirking.

Planetary blankets

dripping through

the fingers of a grasping dream

painted hallways where I lay

the water of life an aluminum door

in the sprung trap of my mind

its claws of velvet jewelry

turned into a song of moss.

Stark benches overlooking frozen glades

uninhabited walkways under space

the sky a fading shield

of agitated sherbert.

We lost each oither in the frenzy

of strange years that explored us

lost each other in the circuits paved over

by ripples of raw experience

and the practice of masks.

Now on a ripped ledge

let this last fractured persona

leave me like the sweetest smoke

and these anxious, unseeing actors

depart on a downward sleigh

with the tears that come.

There are arcs of wounded vibratory light

over the walls of a basement level garden

over the water that pours like hurt language

over the bridges that buzz like rubber bands.

There are tiny bottles in a row

filling with substantial peacock plumage

refracted coins and leather weapons

delirium of ink and the soul kept on ice too long

pouring out of every particle that will stay still

glass rattling on a dustpan

or the whole sky shifting like a shield

no wombs that seed could wield

pouring into day bone naked

shaking like a photograph of stone.

Gloves of the tempest

dripping yielded color,

fingers shaking in the smoke

beneath a shattering grin

canyons swelling upward

transformed to oily ditches

networks of organized entropy

for priesthoods of sculpted excrement,

the ribs of ships adrift scraped bare

emitting wood smitten depth of music

sorrowful in lunar expanses

rays of light ripped

from irreplaceable skin.

The storm has its sinews

and nerves of ultraviolet

glued to its radiant underbelly

the gelatin of its captured lightning

forked paths of empty space

blanking through ethereal doorways

at the threshold of a detailed dream

wings are insectoid in a folding brain

laid out on the hum of a restaurant table

stranded by driven feet

vibrating still in its fluorescent frost

its days and nights entwined in fallen ages

stun me with metallic spirituality

send me over a crystal wall

with the prod of death

shock the marrow from me with song

voracious God.

Parted like the waves

that never crash in mind,

dancing on the islands

that wink out like stars.

Kissed by a tragedy of leaves

that never die,

perched at the eternal edge

of the aching flow.

Old walking partners

salted and gone

to the breezes they wrote

singing through a throng of ghosts

on a panther's paw.

Forlorn at last, bleeding without fantasy

the minnows of a river's swampy blood.

Born in a pillowcase with

laser tipped eyes,

tied between cloth worlds

into an unseen neon pretzel.

Fished out of a low hanging cloud

with newsprint skin, dragging

the chatter of tinfoil ribbons,

plumes riding under a copper mask.

In the aisles abandoned

to cracked music,

on the wax highways

there's nobody within

the solitude that has no name,

there is a tag with glowing erasure

flying from the flag that's gone.

All ships have sailed mistward

to unseen harbors,

roads of water frozen

toward some height

of illimitable dawn,

bring me my strings

of yielding fire,

bring me my jackals in brass,

thrash the fields with mercury spots,

fill up the puddles of light

with linen letters,

bring sanctuary to a barren basin,

slay daylight with neon daggers,

put a mark of love like a target

over the concrete acres

and the land of snares.

Goodbye, mask

with ornate eyepiece,

goodbye hats in the hallway,

goodbye all the sad hanging coats.

I'm going out on the spirit's shadow,

going out on a long fiery limb.

Join me in the snow that is suspended,

join me in the snoring anvil

that is falling home.  Join me

near the chrome magnetic core

that is blinking where the traffic pours.

Goodbye to the bones unending

that have toured all this to bits.