...><...><...

Ledges on wheels
roll forward the dark thatched mountains
hands beg electricity from rock
deepen the large air further
a bridge from planet to planet
will rise from the place
we hook arms on the pavement
the slow burlesque of trees
in a confusion of seasons

^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^


Eons untouched
you hold a cobalt receiver
I hide in the ocean replica
a plane of light and shadows without sound
and the phone crumbles in my hand
your skirt is on fire but it won't hurt you
so I won't put it out, I'll move Saturn

voices will continue to cross
a shore as if they still had shape and language
the orbits will thin out
a beach will land on our heads
so faint we won't feel it, or notice if other swimmers
are sharing its senseless caress

my towel is under your life
your sunglasses are under my hat
my blade is under your kaleidoscopic rock
I'm not noticing the sun
I hope you're smiling
I hope you're here


^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^

SOME FRUITS

In the skin of an apple
what lives innate
in the burst of a grape
what vines shoot throughout the body
in the heft of a mango
the greed of armies distilled
becalmed by a bite
life in a basket, a gullet full
a planet replanted

----))))))


The damp's worth of fallen galaxies
folded the orchestra society
into a magnetic pile
where we strummed and faded
two violas and a network of branches
with hornets nesting
at the crux of color and heat
your wide eyes watched the landscapers
through parlor glass
the old country ate up on itself
until its pillars were
the cornerstones of pleasure
in our antique delirium
searching caverns for other caverns
big bang larval
weepers and crawlers from the hot rift
coal-walkers who don movie white
walk away from the gap sneezing laughter
light shuffles off to the edges
framing the long descent
a love, a frieze of fan blades in stop motion
or a maggot in carbon


----))))))

///|\\\


When you are an arrival
of light that slackens
on metal structures
when the battlefields hum up gardens
and long towers sprout
fecundate windows high
I need a cigarette to pin me to the earth
I need to be in an automobile
closing my eyes to your perfume
the engine having been given its instructions
the lady servers retreated behind glass walls
the whole landscape open to husk travelers
who hit a boundary of suspended water
come out cowed on the other side, smiling
the circuit that opened the ramps and closets
brought a meal of leaves
we washed it down with black soda
all our histories gone to the current
your transit unmapped
terra birds in a scaffold singing
to the stem of your neck
and the high windows growing.


///|\\\

RUT VILLA

She lands on the passenger seat like a fallen hawk
the boiler in the back of the dreamed room
is soaking the air with whistles
the faceless interview breaks up
between angel and transgressor
the aisles of a traincar we're always looking
past years when the cemetery was a playground
and everything I crushed turned into art.

((((((((((}}}

Here is a house drawn into smoke
by a wet finger
and the error of a saint
by a bloodied tiger, wondering
as only the blood can wonder

Slipshod forestblossom, a chain of dreamed ideas
sprinted past toxic vats and link into sunlight
holding hands watching all the branches break
the families abandon their best to the bottomless
somebody whose eyes I know
will stay home to pet the cat
while the broadcasters bring them the bomb
through a basement screen

Something cleansed will fall out of the wall
we'll pile on with our sexes
then wake up in its form
on the playground the forefathers built
and never tried
needles of a flown planet
the climax in the med-tent outlasts a battle
diamond fingers together on a candelabra
the void is singing your song, a fortress is groaning

((((((((((}}}

****

To destroy the known areas
dark slip into dark, supermatter

****

><><><><><

The cloud-born rock, whose face
feasts on butterfly kites

the secret cleft in every beach
where sand falls into the greater burning

the tenth place in my being
grown for you to inhabit

harbors of debris-licking water
benches where seated forms
fall through sleeping shadows

remain homeless, though they return to mansions
retain heat, though they rift through city time
deep into the arctic

cloud-born bones
finding a pond's orchestra

a faint sidewalk on a sudden plateau
kitchens that won't save caresses for a bedroom
and steam from deep in undiscovered branches
to vaporize the blood and make flight easy

><><><><><

<><><><><><><>

Light's hole-puncher,

when world started shedding its scales
we were deep in its coves
didn't know it had a surface
that the front would flake off
that everything would be a meteorite
that chickadees on the breakfast slab
would spoon seesaw each other plop repeatedly
into gilt-ringed teacups

off-universe, every bridge has suicide doorways
to whisperless air

<><><><><><><>

)))))))))~~~~~~~~~|

Wind that blows through time
time that is its protecter
terror beyond terror and before terror
that can be endured

The meadow wept crosses
swines nicked the dirt for endurance
willows were still filthy from the hurricane
ski-paths of white light
trickling ascended the living hills

Like a hopscotch error
a drumset on fire, a waterfall of footsteps
a backyard venting bivalved life
past the wine basement under the vines
you'll eat only what floats, take only
what I lurk back with like diamonds
from the carved city

||||))))))|||

When departure's song rears out of the deeps
in digital lands or in frail space
leopards leap in cages, light-years in a single second,
the overwhelming succession of populated mountains
me and your camera mouths on the gravel,
knocking against hedges trying to part
the veil of a sand palace in repelling light
garden snakes in the grass, your lap
the hissing of strange new waters
as if I were primitive man, you newscaster medusa,
larynx burned by passage in my ringed hallways
smoke and chemical
only catcalls pierce up, from pond waters
walls in the steam tattooed with world's slogans
the bridge is flipping like a rake
the othershore's creatures to an uproar
of all airport passageway, overlooking totally
love at the pretzel stand, marriage near
the ammo shop, laughing

||||))))))|||

~(~(~(

Over the local river
there's a strand of mutant oxygen
that carries my secret name
all over the earth.

Be with me tonight, Reinaldo Arenas, Walt
Whitman, somebody.  Re-teach me
to speak from.  Only to tear open
the banks, fresh water from fresh water.

The gulls are not from the earth.
The sky is immovable.  The piano hurts,
the ground is too beautiful.  I am headed
for the break, event horizon
between reality and fantasy
like powers from the past
I am going to rend it open.

~(~(~(

~~~~*

Mole-tick and tick-mole
have wandered out into the rushing light
maybe more'll follow 'em through the brass fence
enskirting the capitol, from eggs locked in place
to the beak that hovers just above the forehead
in dissemblage, in error, they trip
painfully as ballerinas, the world
winces opens a whole wall with
the rip sweep of a curtain

Tick-mole and mole-tick
have been watching numerous trucks go cautiously past
are the sex inside the credit union
move the hours around to unschedule all appointments
lie to themselves about the effects of weather
grip each other's sorrow in cracked laundromats
are going down to the river to bathe in their solitudes together
your beautiful arms are the ancient newspaper
where they go to die

~~~~*

)(())()(())(


That duck's chest and my left palm
ground into the tar's face
are thinking of a beauty that does not conspire
and our laundry money falls into a blood chute

tits over the porch rails make us wonder
how much better we are at thinking
in unison when we're not lost and
wounded--but remember having been

as the pantheistic bleach is funneled wet
into large cloth sphincters
the market's bread is now the duck's
and neither need teeth to digest

the national silver on my hand's web
the tar is not eating my essence
I have none--but I am breathing its


)(())()(())(

(((~~~


Inside the radio cabinet, or inside
the many now on earth who plot and plan
dispatched into our existence with a little music
replenishing our kind for a gone empire
made to vibrate by the attraction, the innocent

>>>>>>~|)))

Voices scattered are not salt or seed
so light goes drifting elsewhere
brings you out of the drywall
your lips an underwater hammer
your roots bathing in fire-murk
a bridge from sky to sky
our home: undercurrents of shifting universe

Disembodied, for the foliage on the outskirts
reach high for browse, sent a new body into the nets
wedged its neck in the fork
its heart in the way of progress
outbound eyes scattering sunlight forward
had reflected it back
how, the ring people
are also mysterious dark spokes

_______


From the thatch of a bird's chest
she came looking
already I have paid someone
to express it through dancing
riots happen in supermarkets
because of the bright colors
where does the train crash tonight
barking orders from nowhere
into the back of my head
when does commercial grandma
come with cookies over the glazed green tiles
when do all the metal mouths slip shut
and flesh have its holiday with unseen guns
noises of ships and submarine engines and

From a chromium epistle, peeking, she drew down
the last impenetrable sense.

~^~^~^~

Robins clench, lines hum to the mountains
under a swing-set, an awning in the sky
scrap-heaps that collapse into liquid light
your aunt with her tremors
crossing words into twilight
and the wide-open cancellation,
what's born unseen
survives

:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:

Clouds thick white tinged grey
people who have made love a thousand times
and no longer speak to each other, that's us.
Thawed for green
tops of trees that send no spike
into the sky.  Injured bridges
all follow to the same place.
That's us at a crosswalk,
bandaged onto the earth like a landfill,
collage.  We're hoarding our watercolors
and filling the house with smoke
we're sending the envelopes early
through another disintegrating home
all the little dishes stay intact
In this mid house
the spark is scourged early
light comes only from refrigeration.

(~)(~)(~)(~)


Impact craters, sculpted from clay, ivory, and bone.
Crowds receded from soft-lipped outskirts
then came flooding in, a feast of blood
and mere verbal numerology;
then it was all long grasses, and the mouths
no longer waiting there

far removed from fashion, clinging to the hillside
temperature-tower of baked brick
the many beautiful fountains
with the city laid out neatly beneath

((((000000)))))

In covered-wagon
I keep missing that foaming ship
can be made only in light
but I struggle in its hull
in my imagined rowing
a garden spider spins

Here is a female this is the land
this is a portal streaming
the redwoods will give

||()()||

Nothingness is not in the woods
newts underside of a log
never seen sleeping
never seen eating anything
just coloring the raw dirt
soft glimpses of cousin flesh
woods without gardens
often with mirrors suspended

If you pull it up by roots
you put your name on it
in a vacuum, any star is reproducing
your shelter

()()()()()

Core is awake to her
come a great opening
sky stripped over the lots
fence-jumping, the footpaved brambles

To fall from a crabapple circuit
for the thorns, the fires
reaching from broken bottles
a garden bed to hold
the fragility of memory
ants in a wasp nest's hammock

The rhomboid ship
coming over the jagged hills
cloaked in phonograph of forest sounds
lighting a chain of ponds
with deeper ponds
black-fingered
driving the caves deeper
in a kingdom of velvet rot
saplings in a rut, some dancing
waver on only one course
to her after

)0)0)0)0)0)

Only to reinforce the defiant mystery
her cry breaks on the water rocks
the lenses go running
burnished by tides, waist weeded
loose from the wrecks
to a fortress wall of burnt butterfly
graffiti in violet
on the emergency tank
the filtered water growing and the sun
to fall through the blasted court
the concrete center, a single lace
the sniffing of dematerialized creatures
around a flower basin

|)))}///>

The sirens cut cloud from leather
dolphin blood playing at the foot of a slide
stem duct at the bottom of your mind
trying like an embryo

Monitors have forked tongues which branches
grow in whorls around
from the living rock, straight to radio or television
which dangles a wormlike structure, the attack
of its inner wing to vortex behind each
thrown about in the eddies, thus air creates
an enlarging spiral and the golden eagle,
in which the upward sweep of beauty and the surf
only one star was visible

(((((<<<<<,,,

The stage is a sand-dune
plateaued by an airplane
a necklace of amphitheaters
stunned against time into marble

The anima is pierced in three places
one to signal magma from the interruption of earth
one to focus the gaze, past imprints remade
by her ember feet, strewn among dances
or nomadic; one to draw from me
tremors city-web wide
held back by a single bead
she's painting the feathered domes
that clamor around her

{+)>/\<(+}

The dog rolled in a puddle's dried bed
svelte shoulders to trim rump
coated in glitter of mica
the water from cracked foundations
pipes guarded in reflective glass
her trail through the orbs and doorways
of great ruins
a tin mask to breathe out of
and eyes no longer frantic in copper
when the bath was a quarry of indoor glamor
steam flowed over arabesques
love-partners without noise
welled up in twin cultures
filed out from deep perfumed corridors
to lose the clatter of their tech suspicions
on the skirts of a bonfire
thin frame of new things
rustling red to grey
they lost their shell scrolls
their varied blueprints
on a hot glacier that climbed the pyramids
to the pineal core of a stone head
weather deposited
the small dog is mussing the tracks of many bicycles
that figure-eight with give of rubber
around the ramps and ribbons
the aristocrat trapped without money: a few urchin faces
the jewelry of days pulled taut
by the craving system
deep in its yank as dead stars
thieving strands of gold
to pull the silver from a dachshund's back
they mill around on wheels
a monolith trove of decorative honey

{+)>/\<(+}

_-_-_-_-_-

The serenity of playgrounds abandoned
with all their teeming ghosts intact
as light fingers the eye leather
of aging faces
a newt swims through the air
by puffballs of bombarding summer
to swallow the alertness of an eagle
guns made holes in cars cars kept moving
the life in pendulous urges
two robins on a slide
breasts filled with the ink that rides behind the calendar.

O>

Civilization's tired
all evening's worth
is sounded from
birds on electric

~^~^~^

Frontispiece of undeniable daylight
melts to a hearth all needles and sap
coals under smoking leaves
ship's sides in flower
the landing pad, on earthless shore

GONDOLA OF MAN-HIGH


precise areas will be kept as wilderness
the surplus of water encircle them
disputes between vassals along the mountain crests
exterminating the brutals
created in a basically sterile outer world

(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)

The bells went wild to come loose, one morning
water reached up to join
sweet pyramids of the empire's best apples
daydream knocking against other daydreams
burning a hole right through your throat
watching the birds.

They rang all at once
a glamour screen fell
people moved around shrouded
in dark hair and fossils then
it was all glam again
in the dancefloor wall
a hallway opened into Miami
a pillpopper in skunk boa
mirrored to a fortress
nudes outstretched on cellophane air-cushions
and a light that fell and fell
until you were shawled in soot
from its fiery passage.

Technology that melts in your grasp
and blood that cries out
marrow aching for chaos, the complete

(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)

PRE-NATAL SPACE MEDICINE MACHINE AS HERO


I am of a dimension that is not seen
and the outfits that resemble designer underwear
shows of bloom and fiery fall
bone-thin clothes racks animals in motion
lilies and other water plants
troops that crushed the commune

your shrubbery screen
eels observed by lopsided spectators
fragrant white flowers all dark blue berries
claws of some horned larks
the reputation of the army
your out turned eye at this hour

~0~)`)

She knelt repeatedly
on the thin paths between rice paddies
the ink that'd found her body connecting
to lily pad stems eelgrass
and cattails, periodically
her long hem pulled up for the crushing of oysters
shells on the dock big light in the sky

the bases of so many islands trembling
through the core and like a caress
over and along the tracing weeds
her womb like a computer filled with ashes

~0~)`)

~`~`~`~`~

More and more feathers
for the dirty archangels who don't
make it in

Shovel the doorway clean
to the bombed museum

At the edges of the harbor on fire
more and more will flock

The city is nerves ablaze pulled upright
by the winged whispering

Hind paws on the rocks in heaven's dugout
they chew and spit hot pepper
and tobacco, the instant healing
of their tongues

Who looked upon the daughters of

~`~`~`~`~

gone home


Chickens in white grass light
each cluck is a cone sound
burrowing through afternoon
toward twilight

Shingles are home to a spider
tar wet with heat
the roof beams and floors
tilted to kitchen
are a living organism
the ferns feel it and the beaten paths

0)))))>>>


Night seethed, then settled
for a whoosh of quiet energy
in every street


In your left shoulder your right eye is aching
in your right skunk your left eye
is mulling a tin escape


Send letters into the hush
maul through video walls
with the force of receiving womanhood


Let the snake skins left off
in the roamed and roaming sand
route a map to the fly's bones on your eyes


the circuitry of forever, in a small mesh box
twinging.  Scaly heads  over the sunrise
let the dead oceans teem and send breakers.

0)))))>>> 

(0)


The monuments were filled with squirrels
you were perched on the edge of an antique bedframe
summer was hitting on the bench
in the steep grass,
you were holding a mandolin
you never strummed it.


(0)

<<<------>>>


When they departed the wide field
grass was singed by other visitors
A football flying through the air
brought raving lights,
and they filed, like more than two people,
into the strongest section of the old forest,
what time casts off like leaking fuel
followed them in, along with the brownbunnies
and foxes, all arrayed
in a terrible alertness.

When they left the car lot flashing
and aching with money,
or turned off the storm
in a backroad wedding,
they carried bands of liquid metal
around each finger, what they call the spirit
arrested, strumming an auto harp
in a prison cell.  They dwelled in it
until the plazas broke into the frontyard
scraps of eternal receipt
stained with wrathfulness and computers,
the city hall of embraced madness.


<<<------>>>

(^^^^^)


The savagery of kittens at play
heavy heat on the deck, nerve-wires
slipping, the deep waters so long converged
careening past from a hurricane or on their way
to a hurricane

(^^^^^)

)()()()()(

The bastards are in a curve,

to make troublesome raids now familiar, stimulus

so completely out of touch,

dominated by the famous ruins

a bridge of solid ice as a metaphysical force

making the shrine the moving object

these powers to itself

a bullet, a wind

for the earth

Ella


She swaggered into life
a lollipop on stilts, all other worlds
cooly wavering.

---___---___---

Put me on a long couch
(there's a dead bird on the porch)
where I can hear the most soothing
sounds of empire

but I can't stop listening to the sirens
(its wings wet and bare of feathers)
the raunch of days run past the sacred
(I'm kneeling at its side while walking
up the stairs)
the cushions are burning

I'm alone in a hallelujah
the strands of uplift violins
and thin bones crackling in the ears
(was there ever a bird that fell,
a bird that flew)
the eaves fall down around the draining world
of which I am
the siphon sprouting horns

~-~-~-~-~-


A familiar mystery
sends out its ribbons
whose sticky ends tug
at granite cornerstones or what squirrels gather

epics unborn, that still simmer in the blood
what doesn't come forth, is wielding somewhere
a whole landscape of the unfettered, who fell
and the weight of ascension

the halves of a shell are many moons
even light, from heat only, is pliable

you'll find that gravity has
its flowers in ripples
a reaper in the backyard with eyes glazed
the years felt in a foot
that pulps the garden
vine dangling from nowhere in particular
will not be grasped by a hand
spiders would move that way on the hearth
of the end of spiders
the life in chalk-white eggs
longing for universe

-------------

Back in the gentle anarchy of
robins delicate on a compost
pile and kittens crawling
from a propped window glass
the ruts in logging roads are filled with drinkable water
naked from a tent, or feeling the compress
spine weary from sleeping on a marble bench
the raw sap flung deep beneath the afternoon
phone lines chirping in the nerves
a friend who ate the wires sleeping on the floor

Platforms climb to red plateau
the train rides blood to peaks of Arizona
places are not held in place
the day rakes claws across tectonic plates
we'll walk the river swell to a shot-out car
unhinge our naked selves from pleather banks
and the point of a stigmata's fervent beam
caught on cobweb in the backseat

~)~)~)~)~)


Leaping, say red is the color of passion
and with you it flows most
smoothly to the damp within,
legs carrying more and more
lightly and lightly
the red rock mountains dip
a vast white tongue
in the solitary air.

(^)(^)(^)(^)(^)


The heat code rasping from a naked belly
time-shaft suspended by sunlight
an archway of minnows and hummingbirds
steps collapsing into the garden
for the file cabinet in a mental hospital
and the letter opener that bears no trace of blood
on the desk every morning
all the creatures in their familiar positions
a door deep to the outside, a stairway
the shoplifter's girl follows
mirrors all over the store laughing
in a maze where the blueprint burns
summer was bursting into twins
with two couches on a gravity highway
with two burnt spoons for the road wavering
with two jellyfish knapsacks on the front seat
an hour before the invention of rock n' roll
down on cigar corner or french-kissing
in front of the police station
the stillness of summer wets, the land on stilts
the lunar seasons interweaving
with the dry inside-outness of a raw farmer
who waits flintlike in a cave
grinning and groaning
for the flocking of hours
the momentum of impossible events

<><><><><>

Frantic chirps
from the high green
the low green
fecund suspension

~~~~~

woolen tigress
when nothing could make you out of existence

you sprang, nonetheless

~~~~~

{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}

I am a hydra
an animal belonging
like miniature light bulbs 
eggs fall to the bottom of the lake
hermaphrodite
a letter to the editor arguing


that fury has learned the truth
simply to be caused by his having nowhere
else to go
water was an entrance
shot all the other scientists
ancient nameless
for any but the hero
an endless source of beauty: the ultra-hydrating

..........


the mouse lay next to the bundt cake
his chin on the saw knife, needless teeth
his rear torn by cat and brambles
panting as almost everything pants
or seems to
he didn't sniff for a crumb
it was difficult to tell how many holes
were in his side, his groin,
strange mouse parts misplaced
I pushed him with one foam plate
onto another
took him out to the best leaf-laden place
I could find in the warm shade
there is a light that cannot enter
because I am conscious
of all the saccharine material
that has come before

WE VISIT FISHMAN ON A HIGH FLOOR


If conscious orbs travel the knowing galaxies
all will be unprogrammed there
the social webs that don't reach the ravaged
heart attack in a public park
will be relentless on that clutch above the ribs
a kitten's fluff of mange on the cracked chin
the beard that grew wild from a frenzy made homeless
lonely my adrenaline no longer
travels past his crushed legs
or visits his orchestra of hospitals--

citizenless, the country floats,
the bearer of DNA trinkets
potatoes magnetize tobacco in a wooden bowl
he is gesturing among the observers of television--
hasn't glanced at the news once, is most aware of it--
is precarious, spare chested
at the edge of a star pattern
telling us how the cold tug of war
between our two mother countries
pulley dredged an ancient nation state
out of the sightless fishes' depth of habit

to bring a multitude of kitchens
and their secrets roofless
herbs into the aggravated modern sun
the lovejars of a mason lost to official history
himself the descendent
here with a fork of tubes in the nose
the snake's tongue, he explains and explains
of our reptilian medical industry

leave my upper jaw in the daffodils
mantis and ants plow fire of cancer
through the lukewarm mulch
my lower plate teeth the texture of barnacles
leave with that nurse knows how to handle my buttons
she washed my blue flannel

my friend with forty ounces three-fourths drained
crooked under his denim
rode me down the elevator, skinny vegan arms taut
hugged and shoved me against the floor map
he said how I hate the system that killed him
I thought of our own shared knack
for doing that, but don't worry he's on his island now
rubber-edged doors opened
the ocean, the vast cafeteria
his grin halved
and the lack of even that.

Empyrean Ashes

Light pounces
from bookseller to blood
from money quickly to children
and from your emerald amplitude
to the network of woman form
that lurks in all my grasping
to be brought openhanded and full
to the banquet of refrigerated breads
where the insatiables are grinning
light prowls and prowls
shark meat on rye
cups tipped to clink
at plates edges
the moon flakes away and does not--
next course--come back,
the brass knocks, elite populations
scatter to keyless rooms
the teats in a plastic sheathe
the blister burning through a machete's handle
seed-pods of spiderlike fluff
hacked loose into an exclusive wind
the force of green on a roadside
squirrels hidden for the thunderstorm
and pigeons tucked away
I think of the kindness of
your eyes, and hope it preys.

INFRAPOEM


When the infrastructure holds, the world's a quick study.
Everyone all day walking around the fountains.
Samples detected where samples shouldn't be.
All day long I have sex with antimatter.
All day long I find the tractor parked
in the wrong spots of the yard.
All day the yellowjackets pocket in my sleeves
making me sing for my labor.
All sidewalk day long the sun sets on the greymen

When the infrastructure holds you still feel like a peasant
Holding the reins of a summer rain
in a sad cockpit
Because muck is alive in you your sister facepaint
blooms without breaking the mirror
With little Jupiters on a comb's handle
You go off making your lovely ways
across the bombed airport, the crushed kiosk on fire
with sausage spilling from its belly

You look cute as hell as you walk across the infrastructure
My grizzly belly is hungry for the infra
structure will attack a tree
Or a mousebox grandma in a little doorway
to get what it wants from the vault
behind the family photo
Infrastructure will roam
with a gate and a radio
The original man's chant, professor's nimbleness in speech
are skating on TV across the infrastructure

~)~)~)~)~)~)~)

Inwardly sordid nights, pre-war child,
one clings to the Vivaldi on stereo
to add some uplift to all the drowning;
eel-chains, white tusks of rapid water,
most imagined, seagulls neatly on a series
of rocks, necks gulping the last
fuming embers find somebody's script
in the whole reimagined twilight
(somebody slays in a brothel) the underbelly sings
in a pantsuit, in an oily harbor,
a collapse on the foodstuff
the ancient swimmers, guide to me
the works of fallen submarines, let me
into the quadrangle
for a holo-lit supper, a renaissance
in shades on shades of weaponry.

The Dawn Bells in a Ring of Meat


All barstools turning round on alien beams
I am connected, the seat of life
stained and refurbished, cut to onion heart
to fling out on capes, what's in the ribcage
the tug of smoke, to sprint with children
bony crests of town irradiated
trees to whirl, your face climbing
whose kindness is without era, the forces bury wheel
to sag and catch, the web to throw
a delicatessen shakes, the knife that knows,
to take the joints from limb on limb
and never dull, from memories of women and men
I am a train car on fire, the pierced olive
surrounded by water, a soda fountain's ginger mouth
where we are found unkissing, a slope of vents
past the pool's bottommost ledge
to prey on salted crystals, be twig dry
in the kingdom's wettest palace
to be separated, to feel deeply every streetsweeper,
touched rain of ashes, the sun beam dangle flakes
and feel a new order, dredged to widen
from an owl's croak to claws on birch
last night I was walking to view sex
the tapered lens, the lid's flame there is
no random world, instead I saw a baby bear
climb trunks with violence, snarl his way
and hid my shriveled scent in a construction site
waiting for his vigor shadowed to ease
our common timidity, a spectrum of rug
walking grandfathers

((((((((((((())))))))))))

If I watch from the distance of a city
or revolve on a tractor seat
and live the rivulets in soil
that machine makes but cannot control--
the breeze, eating, the magma heating--
as I watch you come closer,
the mystery only increases,
that is why I keep watching.

In cemeteries the the wonder of many
young faces lit up on a patio
keeps occurring, no need
to drive the graves deeper
the frost collapses
you and I have no you and I
to step out of, headstones lichen laden
a corroded living photograph,
the sky that the sun once owned
inlapsing vastation, the dark haired bird
leaves on a paper train, every time.

{(((<>)))}

Wind chimes in the hills
torches of slowly
expanding neighborhood
in digital velvet, circuits riveted
to the noosphere's underbelly
I fell--you put on an extra bracelet
or took one off--deliberately
into the peaking azaleas.

You arrived a strong vision, and departed
an even stronger one, the playgrounds
felt your chainlink tracing fingers
the swings still pendulum leather
and I remain on the porch, waiting
for your form's imprint
to leave this fever and make a basket
that tows me finally outward into sleep.

~~~<<<>>>~~~

That man who wants to snip birds
into sad little pieces, I know him!
And that man who has swallowed
the government, and wants to puke it up
into a billion helpless
unstruggling things
I've met him

but I am a gardener dancing
in rows with twine and fences
I've twitched with well-done metal
all the stones this late morning

grace the path I've put down for low ivy
the mask you are for all dying things

mercy the cranberry mouth, the stem you hid
so many altered things to fall
against the inalterable.

LATE VALENTINE TO FRIDA SPRING


birds chirp in the shoulders
knees and elbows
but even your most hesitant movements
are hungering to break out
grown wild, a gypsy hidden
in a suit of business
wings cut out amongst the flock
for a one-man feast
in regimented riot
his children in full color your feet on the roots

solid light
training slick boulders
and the movement of impossible things
I travel sparse reaches, I can't believe
my passport is not a hologram
you will survive on chocolate
I will spank you awake every morning
birds atwitter in the propane tanks

A DAY MIGHT


gladness, a little dog
so many towering landscapes
the lick of water between stones
so many objects on fire
so much flesh and blood extinguished
to the rumbling of fountains
complaint is filed
in glacial shells, a little dog under
branches and wires, immediate moment
in collar

to the angry in their horrible hallways
or those appeased in science fiction basements
these sidewalks are a seesaw equally weighted
the church steps a place to get stoned
talk smoke under the leaves
of college streets where I've never been a student
always wafted in headphones, downstream
from where they've made a study of life
a worker in cheetah robe, finger pawing
the wet wreckage

and I curiously examine the water
to watch a curious little dog curiously
examine the water
and my entrails are in an unimpressive heap
next to the town pool
but my dreams my dreams are getting
a wave from the flagship

WHITE ANTS IN A TAR POT

Spillage of green theater
soldiers returning, but not all at once,
old guardrails wrapped in vines
stone slanting walls, moss ripped,
webbed tendrils soft with dirt
there are no skeletons
anywhere in this afternoon

Banquet was a wrung number
ruffled closets
burials move on without meaning
garden circuits open to the newspaper
closing their dimensions down
salt on a shovel

Pea pods will still carry the snap
of firm time, from a vat
or platforms of terra farmed
soil, conservatories where a certain curse
is heard less and less.

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The six-story
water cylinder
mildew'd grey white
against green fresh hills
is not spilling
is life itself
and is not a secret

For those on four limbs here
some ghostly from war, or birth deformity
all hold our field of forced eyes,
impose the terror of plastics breaking
a pitchfork's staff
humming from a stab
stark weapon on the grain sack mound
it's stuck in, a cattle doorway rippling
with ten billion
leaves it looks out upon

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He's trapped in a cell of manhood,
watching the ceiling crawl
with other prisoners.

The void breaks, there is some singing,
the panel of a harpsichord
fettered like a zoo
to the deep wall.

Under all the ophidian fields
someone is laughing in a cellar
nuked pillars and archways
learning to make love in dust.

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radio in the blood
faint hours, grow brightly
stacked apartments are wide open
depths refrigerate foreign milk
where a lover brought me, among strangers
daydreams punctuated by gunfire
drip off the porch, where a full moon
abandons the whole town

I'm not listening to your song
I'm hearing the building creak
I'm not pricing your shoe leather
I'm ducking blood-winged arachnids from lightbulb
you're not kissing fire
you're kissing a well-assembled heap of bones

budding from basements all over
mutant strands in the dip of the throat
your dark qualities used to be free of cancer
you were a dancer, now you hang out
in the dressing room
a rectangle of mirrors that you can't shake
backstage when that meteor rolls down the aisle
bricks slide to show jewels from between each other

..........


speech breaks, and it's only
so many dawn walks, so many
fenced fields, poppies
blown across the bricked-in cities
friends of panic
gather together where the surface
rises and breaks, speech

given a language, given an instrument
energies that fry their makers
murdered for making sex
born to carry trouble around
like a crate of medicines
the previously unloved

In the hard folds of a peach pit
or where astronomy enters the beach party
our conversation will come apart
because loneliness has made a cave
the human map no longer holds together
hyacinths spill from the gridplan

we discuss holiness, being unholy
we are learning the heat of a standstill

DESPERATION


I am a claw claw
turning against the light I love
my children in junk, feebly ejected
I should ask the heart shape
on a pigeon's shoulders, I should ask
anything that will not answer
for my foolishness needs silence
I am a claw turning to melt

Some dark agent stopped helping me
I leaned against the trunk weight
of a tree that held no burdens
the needles came down on clouds
no nurses were offering
I'd rather be the spatter than the wound
camped in a lampshade
love made in an armchair
a claw that forgot to scratch
nails turned inward on a yearless palm
the body inland or the body as a coast
let the waters lap around us while the kid's ghost
collects more ghostly shells

To die in the woods, where you were not born
some happiness sledding the cemetary
joint smoking on a river's rock
lichens blended with ash, in a blowjob dusk
enjoyments capsized gladly
in the tumult of the water cycle
dogs around a pond and the skinny dip disintegrated
drinking coffee on a branch
above a field of broken glass
while a battleship leans through stalks
wasps feather around their syringes
in an elbow of brambles

My friend wants speech to soothe miles
the cave where explanations cease
is growing damp, even the images there
are wet and wild with the blood
of many ages, he can feel
the arrowheads move as he rides the bus

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\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/


The pineal aperture spills out
yellow and grey mountains
behind a sinking city's gelatin
someone making sandwich wraps at the foothold
exclaims that deep ice has cracked
in their head's rough center
the endpiece shines like waxed eternity

a dining room lonelier than a glacier
kiss of spines notched through a lip plate
approaches lashed together by leather shoelace
cut lettuce of eyes rifling
through fresh gaps in memory
where cube glass counters bury jewels
in bronzed wing falsities
eroding time left next to guardrail

The whole sacred cloak is a cluster of fingernails


/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

UNYIELDING PANACEA


Walls of lilac that won't
let me in to their heliotaxis
or the spaceport of astral forms
that don't require humble clothing

for I have squirrel hands
love coons who run on concrete shelves
eyes aglint of fiberoptic straw
reaching and bending throughout the body

behind black metal fences and before the cluttered mountains
mischief beyond mischief where the caves are open
and the spring's mouth coats a pitcher's stem
dew is unhandled wetness

and the slit moss gives black soil in small deposits
maybe a form that boomerangs
is the only smile

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(((((-----(((((


Autoharp mouth in a bedroom corner
trembles faint twang as raccoons slip
deftly into riverbreath, with the deception
of clumsy sound, from banks
where skunk and rabbit move
deeper into separateness
through ferns away from aqua lit
human paths tarred under

we go to be intimate behind brick
where pigeons slip into electricity
I hear the paws on shelled things
you are the knees cracking
heat that focuses my wound
all the coils in tubes
that pull bird sounds
down to a wet core
thicker than water.


(((((-----(((((

*****

A flood in the walls
pipes scrubbed rough by falling pebbles
little moons from the roof turned inward
you'll be thrown out by angels
and find your bed on the other side of the planet

Light chalked its impure territory
in graphs around you
took too long from gas giants to get here
there's a love in oceans of boiling metal
that guards their islands
kept green by heat
fertile by what can never give birth

*****

<<<({})>>>

A high brown sepulcher
with many bright nooks
on the way up from the dead
battery that was the sparking body
deep in its rectangle
limbs that climb like eyes
rafters that could've been its spine

The lightstream skydome
dissembled in triangular burdens
on a sleeping road, the inside of the mouth
lined with larval tigers
moccasins for the naked body
aroused, luna treading
wings fresh from a basement bath

Friend of my death, lift the windshield
from my half-eaten dials
let the microscopes and their nudging
small lasers that rustle within
purge forth to scatter these
weak instruments, highways clogged to breeding
with mute human beings.

REAL COMMERCIAL

All these days and hours, barely aware of my own skin!
High-octane newness everywhere, I love it!
And sweet fructose corn syrup, I love it!
Man as a self-created being, I love it!
Woman as a way to stop weather, I love it!
Stadiums packed with meat-eating genealogy, I love it!
Garage shadow over the yellow moon, I love it
Blankets left soaked on roots, I love it,
Coathangers nuzzling time, I love it,
The standards of nothingness applied to everything,
I love it!

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The wet brick of living houses
slither on straight lines
moving upward from where
eyes are hands

lashes open powerline whips
four hearts on a stove
a garden party's whiskey and ash
trays the gladiator's stadium

in miniature, condescended
molten silver
figures weightless in trash
stadium seats

you can find me singing forgotten histories
in broken-pillared outskirts
high on edges grand
paths lizard-backed

austerely seething
I'll remember your snubbed name
stub face, eyes turned
concave irradiant

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Existences
a dandelion clock making noise
two conch shells swirling in a basement doorway
two mouths crying hello in waves
seaweed belts and seaweed covers the breast
a pencil stretch of road
angled through the eye of breaking mirage
water life marooned in fleeced trees
winking of all twilight and rhododendron

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sprung throats for no song
fill riverbed from surface to depth
and all space is a web within them

a window to watch a wedding from
the countertop where spinach is chopped
knife between fingers and eyes on forked trees

you're looking for something to call Master
while I'm searching for a numinous vast
between commanded galaxies

and touches that move
only with the aid of tested bone

but worship the ferns, where I spilled
you squatted and smoked

here comes all the freight trains on mattresses
suits that bang podiums and have
mad children to kill them

blood that spirits away from empty ribs
in passion descended
the frolic of uncertain headstones

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The weight on a bird's head
man was once flightless and feels

open the onion and garlic drawers
dried currants tumble from slashed burlap

let me loose on the garden boys
in pornographic silhouette, deprived of dance

to fight for your elegance preying
triangle that holo-hacks
through parched eternities
to support your cheekbones

on a thrift lamp
socket of a gambled wheel
snatch in grey fervor
after the tags of other warriors
shrunk to fit
the vests that protect them

fist that rises in a tide pool
runs on extragalactic color
must be,--diamond cold
on diamond cut--bloodfully reattached

our hot planet

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What the fuck is this proud animal, man,
doing with his time

not what he is
but the shadow he hides in

No werewolf on moth wings
dressing a raw pale form
in a gown of wet brownleaves

The woodpond opens a concrete square
on the road's edge, we can see pine cones again
as if they were

the first flower of the world. 

()()()()()()()()()

Platforms fleshy as mushrooms
take rectangular shapes
rear up in strong wet boxes
take on pock-marks
from adult feet
made miniature by so much
fungal vastness

Say the age is powerless
it manifests an empty pharmacy
our ribs
knife clusters that'll only sheathe
each other in.

NO~WIFE~NIGHT

Ecstasy is not on stilts
walking through the supermarket
imagining garden corners that deepen
with every step
who stands at the stove
with breadmaking planed out
in front of them
staring at a single light
under a deep pool
something eerily reclaimed

Strange soldiers marching
both without fog and without direction
nothing they plant in the sand
ever comes up a partner

'/,/'/,/'/,/'/,/'/,/'

These days live on a cliff
I can't tell if I've already stepped over
people walk dogs along it
there is no railing
the wet earth is marked
by dandelions as usual
but you feel as if somebody's rented your life
and won't leave.

Clover of mouth and strong thighs
these branches are all sap
until you pound them into being
bring a funnel
lined with micro hammers
stone beyond sacredness
the gold and silver mica chips
to open medieval computers
I fondle money around your priestess' goblet
tag your tongue and send you home to your husband
he's a mantis on every antenna
the watching world's put up
to pass the Mayans.

Masculine herds in codpiece
jogging the dams
feel female ascension
spirals we can't find
past rigged ethereality
our own shape lays open
but to flirt with the assassin of oppressors
one must clean his gun
an expert interweaving
hunt with craft:

Retake the caves our fathers painted
polish them to clearest glass
see vulvic spacecraft climbing;
superevolve
or die,
boys.

:::""":::""":::""":::

The bulb gleams tight
from what wedged this system's
dark ribs open to emerge
multiverse, where we are kissing
blanket of evolved nerves
on a force-field of plankton
two gnats coated in lipstick
while the nonexistent underbelly
sighs to no longer muff broadcasters

Goodbye to all the jealous boring people
holding prisoners, the Milky Way grows weak
with lightless agonies
we're slapping our carnal mittens together
to make sparks from undead frozen stuff
no more aluminum territory
for gangs vast to hold
lay across lichened planks a vegetable body
watch kittens come out of the machine deep garage
to quaintly observe
the suffering created by motion

The bulb gleams to burst
with bloodless blood
to annex a galaxy
blue for the last time
screaming in a sealed tank
water from the lungs and cum from the hands
I'd like to wake up in your kaleidoscope of paws
dreamed white and green fissures
between their semblances
and nothing ever holds
but I'll stand in its peaks
lapping and burning, 'til you
lay me down cryogenic
and walk my bridge body in copper
to the light of your solitude.

{===========}

In scaffolding green
sod on boards
outside the fire in the record store
where we never ran into one another
elections erased flew past into ink caves
left curtains veiny with bald blue light
ballroom king and queen of all the killers on earth
moved each other by elbows
marble twins shook off melting vinyl
no more recycled creatures
come out of the basement's catch
out of ruined gods and wax coffin words

To puzzle holds brown and crimson
woods are aching like a bicycle
ponds leaping so high
the tail slap on antiques
of what those
carrying spine meek in a pail
cannot mother towards
metal edges in fresh-cut doorways
a thousand snail shell wheels
rolling carts through the love of space

In scaffolding green
built on the molten
world where we finally met
forgot our bones still moved from square to square
while our essences carved like water
worm of life in the air
a bidet's two fingers.

^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^>^<^<^>

Grey furred cock-a-roaches
in the sun gnawing
crunch, a web of vertebrae
the bark in rough rivulets
around a woman's waist
many radiant shells encircle
the base of roots
let the daylight eat the daylight

There was a time when I watched it all starve
from deep within, now bring the little gluttons
I've planed bench after bench
to perch selves by riversides
and watch their senses twitch
the nostrils of squirrels
in claw gloves, agility in all directions
the churches were built by flesh
shed the skin that wouldn't wait and listen
let the moon that rips on stainglass
in the center of all mammal
answer the questionless.

<<<<<<(({{}}))>>>>>>

The sudden dovetail
of two huge spiritual animals
kicking of water in a brick doorway
where someone comes home daily
exhausted by light

A dance two do with the pattern left over
when mapped vicinities overlap
that cause each other to rear up in folds
of ancient color protected
a mantle breaking sidewalks
and a voice that never stopped urging
trickling along all wires

To the triangle where you stand
from the grave slanted
in a gold hang
bulb to slipper adorned
with shine that fled
from lesser planets
to touch down
riot of laughter thudded in a watermelon
before it broke loose in backyards

Raucous to find the deep honey in one throat
passing blades that always whirl in saucers
the anti-climate meld of two forms
that respect antique distances
and passion whipped dry by lunar sands
in an unwoken hour.

CARNIVAL OF HERMAPHRODITES

The small airplane can lift a grand piano--
listen to the wrecked belly sing--
you and I stand guard against the sky
from torpedo earth--
the cockpit has a drum set under glass
the astral curve that satellites will melt upon
a woman's body is coming
directly out of your forehead--
paint a porch on each wing

Watch me mother fuck fry
interplanetary meat from a pure tin can
and liberate the sex slaves from father Mars--
ovulant, purpled by rhythmic trees
on the eaten riverbed

There's a Tesla coil in the blood-blue
of your unwasted eyes--
break your hair on my proud belly
or ignite the amplifier with a labial crane--
that which reaches like a fist gloved with sorrow
from inside the body--this is
the total destruction of rock n' roll,
in a hallway blasted empty of history
watch paint fleck into mouths
from around the corners
as a hidden sun eats
the simmering form, plummet
canyons with quiet propellers
as the engine vapes what's left
of the ancient world
and the wormholes sicken into flower.

A FRIVOLOUS POEM

Furious idiots come over the meek hills
like a wedding party on stilts
clamoring to make their money
devour more money

Hills that have eaten more space and time
than her body has
hills mounting from the riverbanks
not to envelope anybody
not even to be
are overlapping
convexing they decline
toward roads that wither out
at the foot of a mountain
a force that is nobody's mother
a water running deeper
than any god-theory can go
nonetheless runs out
and is replaced
by an energy so vast
it needn't rise to the casual

Gesture without thought
to the blood that runs me
ache in your womb
for the bones that are craft and nothingness
within me
to be built again
in teething miniature
and I'll refuse with a knife in the morning
refuse with the clapping of certain librarian twats
whose hands pour urgent coffee
down the back of my neck
while my homeless doppelganger
paws a computer

The river is certainly eating your shit
but it will eat more and more
than you can ever shit
you have a couch on your tongue
if you do not learn the strength that resides
in currents of speechlessness now
you may meet me wherever
homo sapiens do thoughtless things
and expect to be paid handsomely for them
and I will not even bother to show up
to beat you with a rake, a lawn blade whirling,
a drag queen's wig flown off by rubber bullets
and the battle that takes place
in your skull addled thrice
by the place which I am modernly leaving.

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My father's windows
aren't watched by anyone
move me across gravel
starred by inner earth
the windows themselves are watching

Knick knacks and bric-a-brac
are laughter on the shelves
somebody's enemy has fallen asleep waiting
my father's been looking in every wrong place
but he left a path in the air
I'll soar it and never sleep

So many barn houses stacked on curves
behind the strained tumult of future highways
gardens bare as the sun
my father's looking for a woman
I'm alone with the sand

Friends and lovers left me
painted with psychedelic mud
my father is still noisier
than a house full of gods
with no war to push forward

into the toppling zones
where we suckling descendants
sent our sterile offspring through a labyrinth
long heads on long necks are screaming
but they have no form
and we recede from oblivion
into the frailty of peace
never advertised as beautiful bodies

My father's windows are now so wide
there is little house left
for him to rest in
he keeps staring his undirected stare
the shelves are parched lips
with no clapping monkeys
the activities in the kitchen are just a wind

he looked for a cook, then he learned to cook
his life's a breeze that can't
find the proper door
to flow out of

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Bring me twigs of fire
from the foot of the tree already burning

torch at the outskirts reaching
where we banked an auto
up on a series of sensual rocks

moss sprouting, ghost lambs
moving over the pastures, sprung
from a touch of milk
a helpless engine
the hidden fury of quiet grasses
across the street from an ice cream shop
and the flash of
nubile hands taut calves
dipping reach into myriad freezers

I slept against the boundaries of stone
woke up with my hands burned by figurine branches
walls of white wrapped waffle cones
calling hunger mine
and the milling of kind old women among the thermostats.

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arcs of song
plow over the dust clouds
shaped anemone fingers
sleeping into the air
torpid wrecks who wear bihuman faces
talking an airplane's carcass
over a kitchen table
while eggs sleep broken brick
and hedge to words

Limbs a-tangle with the movements
they sing rootward
to the back of all yards
yolks popped on branching forks
the bookend holidays
that rail and end
in empty bellied woods
fraying sideward
this shard, that wayless way

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After all the planning the planning
the planning, gridwise
that failed in buckets
failed
gratefully we enter the mystery

nothing in particular need happen next--
cosmos on the backs of my hands
and if I turn them over
will it spring from the lines
that police identify
on the other side

Salt grain highway
opens in the quartz of your eye
without, sting for love's dimension
washes its material impact
free of irritation, spirited mineral--

but bring it back for dinner, dear
spring's windows condition air
as a flung baseball bat
connects against the chainlink--

`~`~`~`~`~`~

At an open patio
where life is pouring
skies that do not create furniture
births of metal bodies
ride out of the earth
we're not sure if we're clinking glasses
or touching hands
but something is holding

On lightning paths
it moves bodies beyond form
time like a blade cuts chronology
across the sugar rails
of a butterfly conservatory
button quail are little commas of lard pecking
don't touch the wings in your hair
it's murder

Here's a brightness to be defended
it doesn't ask
octograms of garden gird
leafy gazebos
our guardian flowers

__>>__>>__>>__

Big bones of the river
water cannot be wayward

past the melting boulders of the shoreline
a single cat walks in enigmatic amusement
throughout the piston levels
of a power-blown factory

He paws at a planing table
where passionate machine, arms of men
once churned the agent dust
that turned their lungs to powder

the flick of his tail's without wisdom
but not unwise--he whiskers
in my whiskers
and my tailbone blinks,
basement resting riverbed
foundation upon foundation.

`~`~`~`~`

Nothing will take seed from me
unless the daylight is a newborn hammer

it won't be
river is lightly rippled

dims a forest edge
to seaside corner

from bedcloud slide
to tiptoe

someone is waking up in their own mural
to find a family of bland mutes

around them that did not give birth
and would not walk toward death

with calm, but died talking
of things unworth remembering

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Long fields of broken stone
we used to call rivers

a doorway of industrial depths
toppling in the blood

we hang from the math of bridge girders
in geometry of underwear

~~~~~~~~~

Ornate platforms we brought power
brush over us in arabesque
the shadow of their works
we set precious gears in motion
they're paving our bed
with months past months
and seasons without motion

Where flames park on garage way
strips of electricity lay open
to the deafening night
winding the foot of a plateau
up on its pentagram shafts
a pantomime of mating grabbed
ahold of the fault line and hung on

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Show me the flamboyant one
who got past the guards
with a peacock of marijuana;
allow me to congratulate him personally

Lapse into speech
the way others fall into silence
across my desk a shadow towers
they talk on strings
breaks timber over
my legs rooted in marble

Parallel bars of steam
water tanks on stilts and wings
layered in heavy daylight
perched among lichens and spray paint
pigeons don't look up at
their cousins in steady blocks
of the higher air

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I quote, like a video machine
her eye broadcast
the total destruction of the real world

Lush rugs urge feet to third eye
in a sexual wobble; watch the fish tanks
return breakfast to surfaces
of algae green
and white stripes the fish are alive in
my shinbones and my bird
chest grown pulse
trembling to her shower
where she moves bulbs to peaking corners
in the rearranging rooms

She takes me to the stirrups
she's been put in
lets me feel the cold
life between forefinger and thumb
lowers the fluorescent cage
shows the passion of my speech
to be so many tumbling numerals

Campfire at the top of sodom hill
so many breezes that torched the morning
breathe back to me
through netsmoke of too many guitars
what you were saying when the real pearls shifted
she touched a ledge and found
a downbeat, mossy husband

While I chameleoned

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Her death's real walking past
with little dog and shopping bag
small shoulders loom
larger than monuments
lie down on their own shadows,
the spotlight on goldenrod,
crashed cars in an oval blaze
nimbus around her body lain transparent
floating away on private terrors
over the haze of the capital,

Where some waved signs
we clenched in an alley,
waiting for the obscure visit,
our demands as small
and as dark as the earth.
She taught the pigeons to play squirrel.
She taught rugby to tennis, in another country
I've never tested
the bathtubs, the electricity seems
to crawl around quite harmlessly
until she shows
through a subway or a space worm
to be a dandelion
at the top of an unlit hill

Trapped in a vase cut
from oxygen reality
little particles follow her down
neutrinos powdered with black ash.