METHODS OF DRUG PARTHENOGENESIS CHAKRAS MUSS THEM UP IN THE HYGIENIC NEW WORLD

Female slaves hawking shoes in the airless, dusty valley
tap the spoons of sexual love
fever draws into its body some of the skin of a person
the rebel artisan spins in a pocket
winged creatures the orbital paths carry them away to their sky city


Dark green, lacy leaves are finely divided wirewalkers
the bearded, boisterous king conquest:
the throne level caged or lobed by vast antigravity
the chrysanthemum blossom with great feathery wings
beating him with a strap or a cane she flies to water days
expandable clays are a dead portion of reef


An antidote came at war's end, a poet
woven of grass, hair, and string black spells and storms with the output
edges scalloped  charted and built
predictions of war tissues of sea
faintly stirred by its future marvels
a bell each time he fed tiny grains of silver
the shark palace of extra pale bars
backbones that have hair and milk
their mustaches trimmed and their chins a thicket of glory


Men spread toward a polluted sky hanging from the tips
by shutting off the water to win the blessing of the goddess whose sphere he was leaving
demoniac force of such strength the symbol of all that drives
newlyweds with fruits rocks and dead coral
when a body falls toward the earth his televisor uses huge magnets to bring
to the surface the sister teams, the animal trainers all petted, spoiled, and flattered
plastic film is coated with gelatin machines, power lawnmowers, and bicycles
bath towels, bath blankets, eyeglass frames, piano
to treat the madonna/whore white-sewing your lips in husky ardor


Unit of a brick        ambiance or love      the mouth is simpler
mantle cavity clutch and the fluid clutch
the celestial sphere is behind the blade of a boat
acetate separates as half, the pear-shaped symmetry of


Nucleic from the pupa, ready

.....

White owls in the jailhouse
 purgatories that history has written
              into our spines, whole shells
                  of blood-flecked literature,
        and the stark hurt sun on high glass,
   trickling with orange: the flame jet's
        third eye, filled with pus
                               semi-forever

.....

Underwater rivers of sand curves of a woman eating crow:  after an argument
                                       a coy male had grown into a tall tree
                                                       beach master of a harem
                             the female blocks     the female allows him to leave
                                    a caterpillar eats and grows
                                          we eat eggs
                                              vicious piercings of the animal's chest armor
                                                                                       adapted to the buoyancy

.....

Brainwashed by beauty,
gift faltering with praise,
I erred in the fertile lands,
where there are places to step.


To deepen the valley with movement,
to give seeds away to the dawn.
To escape from freedom
into the play of echoes.


Cessation is valuable unsought
fear of light is upholstered high
on the lavished tenements.
Raspberries nonexistent stagger
the peripheral forms,
the smell of universal movement,
the religion of death.

.....

I remember the onion-darkened sunlight
A torn map carving paths for the dead
Our circuitry shelved in a blue heron
Serving the sky's arc every day
Rubber tar underfoot in a maze
Where a section of graffiti coils and opens
Thriving in black dust
Through the messages of childblood
As the abattoir sings celebration of its victims
We are benches in an empty greenhouse
Out in a gravel clearing with a drum
Taking from the core's fabric
This litany of managed expansion
From a sprung zero

.....

Vined porches linked by concrete and fever bodies
       lashing for false control as the thick sky replenishes


            apartments shake with barren music
              doorways give off a scent of plaster and black tea
                    siloes sing from the sides of a canal
       their aluminum bottomless
             aurora of closed eyes

.....

History in a red powder weighed the flask


  rubber, fluorspar--the mysterious rays kept the curves of script in an ad


    birds are stunned and their throats then cut controlled
       wire floors crank again and again

.....

 Spine bowed against the curve of the earth,
  burned down to laughter by love-crime,
   eyes in the roots, mouth of sky rivershore
      climbed by fishmen to borrow
        all flashing and thriving with anger
           in the mammal's roam, convenience
             stored up in death, to make
A shrieking marauder rear up in
      the back of a cop car, brandishing
           teeth of blacksmith nails
               in the rearview
   Mirror to strike silence with
         until the penalties fall to pieces,
           until all filmed and titled wailing
               becomes the handmaiden stark
                  of multiverse bulbs welling off
     Fought gravity yielding its error of beauty eternal

.....

Rain-camels, slashed open to catch:
still they walk with the world
clopping cobblestones into place
as the acid fills the flesh dunes
making them walk, without haste:
mouth of daylight hell ahead, teeth defined
by the buildings that mimic them,
in that mouth: offices transcendent
with low-lit vacancy, their holders flown
to chase phantoms with gnashing unlatched
cases of flaming statistics, which have
the bureaucratic anarchy
of large group fucking

.....

As the white fringed orchid flogged him with a riding quirt
malleable iron castings polished to a satin finish in deep extragalactic space
sprawled out across the aqueous network of glass headquarters
a row of flashing signals on the people who became faceless


earth, air, fire, and pattern of ridge and furrow stripped at both ends
their delicate shades of blue, pink, cream, lilac and rows of tall trees marching right to the edge

.....

Whether pushing a snow wheel
       or moving three tons of guitars
         into a darkened hangar


       light that has reacted
              to what's in its way
             spreads on target


        takes the circuitry from its shields
           and places it against the sky
               to be made leather by rain


           the friendship of a changing place

.....

Hell-bent song, full of tweezers
and rage-beaten maps,
hold your coil still within me
until it can pierce
     the firmament with curses,
     until it can seethe and inhabit
          the wounds of whole civilizations,
     until all is at risk of being forever lost.


Make of me
     a melody that wrings
          the epiphanic clouds
              free of blue,
  and make the blue places
also light up, recorded or
                               unrecorded.


For I have been in holy sections
with my consciousness smashed in like a bank account
let me be now unblessed,
complicated and compounded
                   ten thousand fold
 by the song at the root of all songs
 by the library that sings in a cliff
    and the ocean a line lovingly
                                   inattentive.


Dance into
              a protected scope,
         scatter the astral video of leaves
            blowing that lives there,
                in a cabinet hallway,
                     saying "monster".
  Scatter my partnership
         to the arabesques of out-of-control gardens
        so that I might see
             someone coming with water.

.....

She lounges on a mushroom
     with her hand on the hatchery
         of unforced feeling, root-music
            of elms withstanding
       a century of disease
   where they hum on the land
                    in strong droves,
          silver-bronze lamps, in the soil


She thrills the envelopes
           underside of the thawing bridge
      He blankets a field of horror ants
    with denim and lank form
      they are on a hunt for
                          miraculous  eyeglasses,
     unattended lavish banquets,
        things that fish for
                                the dead

.....

The spill of the centuries
      flows vein to vein
               in these limbs,
     a danger is carried in it,
       cell to cell it laughs,
      making the chemical structure of chaos,
             the body an emblem high
          on the mantle of crushed things
       travelling at the speed of solar system
                 moving families of rifts
                             into smaller rifts
                       large rift by rift

.....

Wrought-iron railing around the pane of glass
a mantle of glaciers by the slope of the land
a disc of silver, a disc of paper or cloth


to reshape a complete body within a few hours
a brand-new hydra drawn together at a load ring
the soft pulp of the optic sun star


blood leaks between the chambers as the sound of the univalved animal
piles and bulkheads and gravel catalysts
magnetic force throwing slaves into water stairs

.....

          Music or other human minds
the blissful electric bell aware of the order


                                 out-of-body loudspeaker king
                                           butcher in a house of worship
                           cholla cactus gashed by an imploding bulb
                                              a flockmaster's industrial chain-mail


                                                 bright rim lighting silent floor of the capsule
                                                          heat flashes between clouds develop these powers
                                                                                                                        not the future event

.....

If you and I cannot speak
   to one another's souls,
     nothing is lost; the fault of time
       is permitted.  But the rift it opened:
     completely faded afterworlds,
   incubators broken in long rows,
 the weather planned down
     to a glint on the pillow.

.....

Just as, when young, I saw
      different beings begin
  to drip over their edges into one another,
     so I see them now
  amalgamation atop amalgamation
 the radiance of friction in flesh


  Just as, a prisoner like
     the rest, I reached out
  to be entangled, I reach now
     to be solved by some miracle.

FALSE BEARDS AND PADDED COSTUMES MIGHT SLICE INTO THEIR CONSERVATORY

Ends of a magnet are called from a whiplike mold
hauled to the surface in white satin caps


the flight deck silhouette
birds of coal, oil, iron, film, and fingernail polish


big terminal buildings with fixed wings
mum entropy and its shadow of doom on well-cut linoleum

.....

Let the silver drop away to reveal
       the silver engine.  Tasks of daylight
                  to be done away with
   that lead the eye in the woodpile
     treed cat watching a wire
         move in the contempt of your soul
               to paw the wood
    stacked on the stacked fire of its being
             grained to sing with microcosmic flight
                    in knotted crannies
                      whose still refusal
                                   strengthens the tide of the trees.

.....

Face me from summer,
arrived in the bright cold
to be held and nourished
by the trickle of void's musicality
just above silence.


While the thickets seal their stems
melt command with response
so that when the flower of language drops off
there will be conception.


Tell me with the test of a limb's hinge
how much we are holding.
Trace clouds to size
the shape of the brow's
focus on aimless treasure.

.....

The blackjack thickets on strips of windswept height
gravitation shattered across the surface of a pond receptacle
and the anal fin black with a gill cover placed like a blown fuse.


Notched silhouette, sungrazing ashwood and boiled leather
a big-boned war-horse painted over with ritual bath,
a new cloak, and a blow on the wing tip
while its mirror-image was inert
from the translucent intestines.

.....

Like a proud chicken
      one side alive with dragonflies
           the ovum with an old set of instincts
       with a lantern in the pores of an eternal clock
     an inverted saucer that pushes the continent apart
   abyssal plains all brass-colored hot black wire
 spines beneath the eye a velvety phase reflected
supernova remnants running over limestone shelves
   the water-lily leaves watching stillness propelled by three moons

SAUNA-LIKE ASTROLAB

     In the master's metal coat: the pits
            waist-length braids spilled out of her hooded mantle
                                                                    she had read the classics


                         known to dive well beyond relatively thin sheets of flesh
                                    and the plow and the drainage ditch and the egg clutch
                  their introduction into the drier areas constantly reloaded with thousands of tiny cattle


                          when the vessels are closed with the care of diamond cutters
                                  and the heat is carried off in scarlet cloth
                                                                  with armor and trappings
                                                                            gradually extinguished

.....

Peaks with stone cities     white neutral wire
         bathhouses, tables, barbecue     spray out icy matter
              as a small disk of light     served in primitiveness
                         to a tank of hungry living three-prong plugs     through you.

.....

His sacraments were light to her moving blade in sculptural poses
     the animal with four legs bunched tripping all twelve shutters in a row
         abundant fatty shrimplike enemy of the soul grown almost to look like
                 the bones of our wrists, hands, and fingers flat and broad flippers the wings
                     and huge paws with heat
                                 shields, on top of
                                 the mantel

.....

Shot from a corner, the feel of surmountable force


full-fledged systems: impeccable old baskets
of lowly creatures denied a combat role
shining out of the same star field by a female cook,
sleeve to rail
hex socket
double handful of bones
the roar of the library of congress

.....

Another lake-dwelling person, coming out of a lighted house
caught in deep strawberry marks
climbing rose pattern as the light slowly becomes dim,
staining the sandstone cliffs geranium red through amber to white


swirls of gold braid on the sleeves produce sounds ranged in a spiral track
plasmid ladders on moving trucks, and balloons of the dark water

.....

Steel darkened warm mineral springs--the wide
                 trackless trains of liquid world city to city
                   fuse goggling eyes, lolling tongues, and the victims dancing on the scaffold,
                            calling out undulating dark lines
                                                            fish-like far and wide
                                             the rest of the body is cream carbon
                                    odd-looking bones right through the muck down
                                          thundering frog chorus under the clouds
                                                                             far away from the old system

.....

We kept the summer in high rooms
     pancaked the outside
  tall glasses on our arms watching stones parked in the river
       shine clasps on a moon that would not come
         plummeting to the deeps of the street
                            to chase life, to experience the favor of drifting molecules,
                                                          to shatter the radio mirror
                                                             in an artificial wood,
                                                           to disown silence
                                                       watch the trucks like a thought,
                                                                cumulus lit up,
                                                                         stoplights striking in error

.....

Thousands of years to the light in the brain for two kinds of worlds
             light; the slender rods mains-powered aimed at saving and promoting life
                    skin is sanded off, to produce needles or special instruments stained dark by acid
                          overhanging trees phosphorus ooze around the mouth and eyes  
                                these diagrams raised in a man-made pond
                                    where they resumed their perpetual ceremony
                            shoots of autumn wheat in black ridges tunic and boots to a meeting
         glass framing sections and his thin flesh and the rough wool of his leg
     she declared as a doorway between the spirit and the rejuvenated earth
  the coastal silver that includes
    seeds for winter wheat that buried the village of semiplastic rock
           petrified cattle ranches lost scratchings indifferent land
                there is a wide strip across the full range of the earth's palette
                    whimsically bricked oval frames, reached for in music

.....

Certain brilliant hummingbird feathers are created by ridges in mother
                 oil-groomed spermaceti in the bulbous head of gold leaf
                            the despoiler 6000 bulls of variegated color
                                        restorer buoyed up by the edge of the sea
                    downward cleaving first the air when they are out of water
                       we are rough men mixed by the wind
                          a hank of hair on their entire and
                           like most substances, fall asleep quickly
                              tube-rack upon rack of them--condensing
                                 sealed by massive, hinged lids filled with trouble because yellow has
                                                                                                added to the red light
                                  lead-colored drums radiate their stored heat into the rooms
                                    the curvature of the drop refracts so that the tank sits on a firm, level wall

.....

Just one prison bar.
 And I closed my eyes
      and leaned my face against it
          for half my life.


That metal staff could stand
   in a forest, an empty avenue,
             an embattled glacier;
         still I would mute
            my features.

.....

The primitive beaut
slaw cutter


A heart-shaped mirror a wooden portal
tilt-top tea layer by layer an old child will shelter my soul with color


Greek houses are whitewashed red rust--to best hide and deflect the evil
milk paint iron doorstops, idle art chockablock with American

.....

The rot of time is upon us
    like a casket that no door
                                   can open.


So we stagger around striking poses
               that cannot hold, transfixed
               by a reality that we
                  do not believe.


   The form of things is itself deranged,
         yet we struggle against it
                                        hopelessly,
              fearing the void that victory
                                         would bring.

.....

A strained barrier skirts the town
   the circumference of a wound
                                      wavering.
    My neighbor wears a frazzled grin, under the
                                                                      compost
       things that don't need names are stirring.
Appointments fall past the limit of sound.
    Every creed and every belief is embarrassed.
        From the parking crowd,
             a woman breaks off and scythes into a paybooth
                                               for time transportation.
     The same blue heron
           across the pond from the plaza's fence
             taking off over and over.

.....

               Protecting the body from an understanding of the world
            skin-covered radiant heat turns prodigal electrons
          a mysterious paddlewheel someone thought of tying
       and in times of calm or ax a tithe of the poetry by which the smell of my hands
     flapped upward toward the treetops the rounded rock
                    pale, ethereal blue suddenly liberated
                       draws jaw downward, raises tongue; elevates pelvis
                          thorax fixed: right and left together its digitations resemble the notches of a saw
                              bends clockwise on itself
                                  after cooling the shores
                                         it becomes

.....

Subarachnoid shield upon shield
                                                   midfish


                                   man's buttons strung along their bodies
                                         self-pruning overharvested white death


                                 dendrites in an old tin can, or on eelgrass
                                     lines of photophores luminescent cells deep cleft of buttocks


                     the hairlike filoplumes which sometimes protrude from the purifying rays of the sun
                            a great wheel of birds for color in an electron
                                the mollusk in its talons with an ink knife
                                     a chemical mirror

.....

I watched him naked to the river from which he would not return
    thin-skinned at the deli counter demanding a salad
       bellowing through an asbestos television
         trying the left end of the keyboard
                 while hovering over the right,
   a painted haircut, waffle shoes,
 the brutality of summers and winters in the waist-banded belly,
                                                             teeth-mouth of whales, straining,
                                                          where he held a bargain of fizz
                                                              to his stream of, and left by the broken rock

.....

Humankind at the fount afraid to drink
   from the fire of cleanliness
    each humble nerve made banquet-sized
       hall hollow as a gun tube
         where the thousand eyes follow the nothingness
           that is the one's search for a way to murder
                through his numb vortex mute nylon generations tick
        dream-knife kaleidoscope, alien numbers
                  those homely enough to actually experience love

.....

When the ocean left me out in the sun
 the urgency of roots had departed my bedcore
      but the wet drilling went on:
         in long caves overhead, the slabs of altar
        broken by diving nanoseconds--trained filth
       shedding from sightless love, terra cognita

.....

Moon rumbling behind my words
           during a sexual insight
      worm that lit my guts
          throat-sung and steaming, lawned,
           and, fingering the sun's damage,
          decided on falling, for a long time,
       while the well-dressed and the wide
             markets went like a scaffolding
                  to a satellite
                 upward, metal glove
             that stands for a bird melted
         onto my handlebar, kingdom of fleas
                  fern-printed leaf,
                     and hollering languageless solutions
                    broke a meteor's skullcap,
                           a bicycle's bright standing.

.....

Every day my father dies
      and every day your headgear torched
                                 is open to my verses
    ten wounded pigeons on the end
                                      of a tongue
        plummet across
                    a faint Niagara of wishes
               behind our bleached apartments
                       a whole forest falls down
                   we're left staring in the scorched remnants,
                             beach chair to beach chair:
                       two by four our eyes
                             begin to dismember each other.

.....

Green, blue and white vitriol vibrate through the water
  a comb or headgear in the limbs dissolved and vanished
   traffic that races frozen shoulders
     an iris says my compliments to the stiffness of crinoline
      there seemed a way to chairs as well as the bronze table lamps and let the
                                       iron patient help to wash himself, if only the
                                               face and hands, if he is able to grasp of prongs and drop
       sparklers have not yet been made of gem linked in a chain
         the giant coiled chain of natural molecules
            a wild flower with red-backed leaves, blooms

IN THE DEEPS OF THE PLANET PASSAMAQUODDY

  Warm-blooded animal warbler
                           in fields that help it to trap the sea
                    the lightning-synthesized masked attacker
                                    an artificial womb; its cisterns and water


     A half-moon was over the world rain fell from the high atmosphere
                        flower of flowers cross from a cross among the food
                                      a woodpecker from the desert will judge the city


       The monasteries which dotted this rise in his status he bolstered with astrological reading
                                          a scientist in his wild, dark place
                                                                  devoured by fishes this law holds for all

.....

Branded by emptiness
 I will go down in the streets kissing my enemies
 all the levels of being will each have a sidewalk
     storefronts will barrel the sound of thought's music
       and send it in bright curves
            to the mountain's scarves
               to the toil of perfection within

.....

Light-pockets on the riversides,
     wreathed in the wreckage of trees,
      following a murmur into amplified darkness
     as a blonde telephone nullifies the calm


 bereft of formlessness, the hand, ticking, the hand waiting
  in thrall to unaided time the whole body, ticking, the whole body waiting
                     paleo eyes naked on the underside of life
   notched spine dragging a season of loose fur
                   to the boundaries of experience where the wolf cannot move


                            the seeking that is wave-like
                         a current whose cargoes carry
                          what is transformed not to be lasting
                                        thud-moon, pants of light, shirtless glory
                                                in the fainting room,


                    taut mirror of wettened options,
                         seething vine that strengthened the mortarwork of these bricks
                     varnished eight-cylinder candelabra
                                  cymbals slapping like wet fish falling
                          history's collapsed pattern the reassemblage of matter

.....

I want the blindness of blood
the uplift of earth
to occur with the flip of a page
and the body to keep turning younger.


Or I want the occurrence that crosses planets
the body turning in prayer
I want the blindness of earth
the uplift of blood to be accomplished.


Stretched on these that have added to me
the shared light for a moment spreads
and is furthered, not muffled, by thought
the fondness for gardens draws
an acid bath from the architecture of heaven.

.....

     The gift of a thrusting universe
bright fluid bones move through my skull
            flames leapt there and fur in waffle patterns
                kept the ceiling moving
                      field after field
         to be stilled in the thorns of an acre
   found sprouting on the edge
                      of a voidless tide

.....

Where the fingers are cut the other side
   reaches through a hologram
            touching ten years into the future
         skin parched by acceleration
       and when the stalk of the body splits
           pomegranates and walnuts fall out
              clattering and gushing
                   on the hearth before
                          the infinite floor

.....

An incense of sad bodies
                     moved to passion
    by the drone clock
        ticking clouds into place
 while the engine suffers from language
     wafts the ground floor
             to the higher stories
   where satisfied talk cracks
        in bewitched gaps
     elegant fingers on long planks'
               moonpaint

.....

To be harmless
    to be wrapped in oil


      to be boundless, to be with all
         the same


       overlooker who is not present, owl
               that our shoulders do not share


                a tag and a forced
                                     destination


       luminescent with mortality

    through the pain and the glory of the sexual revolution
    to the charged ships eating galactic garbage as they carry our symbols of the sacred


           the shell that forms in the dusk
                and dissolves in the cruelty of days
 
                   lapsed, loved in completeness
                       interflower, beaming arena

.....

Moisture-laden electric signs would flash their answers in most large towns
long sheets of muslin held up by the echo sounder chrome-and-leatherette
     opulent and willful to yield energy


                      everything but still, clear water

.....

Upstairs, my self
                is carved out against
                                    the music,
                   fleet-footed death
  dancing coils omega electric
the rivers of the earth
                           are in my skin
             solitude puts wings
                         in my corridors
                   and the miserly heavens are shut technophobe
                         the mind to him is a sleeve
                  and to me a prism

.....

In the womb-cave
   thuds from the walls
  a weakening of welcome and atmosphere
    light hurts the neighborhood
          into my awareness of garlic
     as I lie down necessarily,
      in the place where my love is held,
                                to things that fail, in unadorned
                                                                     twilight
                            my friend lies down
 with his helmet switched to roman numerals
     and all his care stacked close
          to the upper hallways,
            where he has burned
                              a portrait.

.....

Daughter nuclei
        departed from the radial pattern
                    that is the child of the spirit


      to shudder at the thought of some wheat
                a hint of yellowy-white fur
              night-blooming along the inner face of a molded cap rail


                       black rimmed scarlet dots to the bottom step
                         long silky coats the color of dry grass
                                              which grow in glorious alcohol

.....

Aura enters three doors in the smiles, and a gong sounds
        but he shall not escape the disklike, rasping mouth, the crumb caged arena
            regally gowned motors and generators are built with coils
               world's waterways turn to his sport, and one of his aggregates of salps
        a dark-haired, sultry girl, subhuman savage, naked, fanged grating on an air conditioner
            the remora is quick to detach, snatch the transverse parts within the oval
                 soft needles on a sprig one very deft kernel of love
                     our earth is being crystalized
    in the form of tapes, books, and vibrations through our beloved brother

.....

The world is rebuilt from the earth.
     One must first analyze light
            and become clay and mud
      the densest clusters of chips and the planets about us


            Glowing body gives units in all directions
                       emotion:  the moon will be conquered
                                                                 and then


                     Radiant energy is sedimentation radiant energy is ultimately transported
                                   into the air and shouting
                       commands, he is belligerent
                                              but his pistol world is finally the immensity of the stars


                                     A magnet is dipped into a dish of tiger
                                                            the gleaming
                                                                  underground

.....

When you leave through a roving crisis
when you descend your apt beaming with alcohol
you will find an island in every state


you will be seen in kept images
you will live on in fatherfuck of shaded rails
he will find his roadway familiar
your own seeing will be ended
you will be kept by a scorched mirror


traces of interplanetary riot against death are black holes with their own traces
your ticket aflutter in a train breeze with light on it
the disintegrating wish to kiss sadness


botched I think of my superior friend
the cursed brow and thistle of comedy
the goateed chin grinned immeasurable
and he was gone

.....

 gale wanderer
  who has forgotten the taste of cinnamon
   which he never liked
pours from the seams of his hands
       these feline collections
 telepaving in liquid metal tide
    the sparkle on plateau
        of united atomics

.....

The spokes of whisker
 the murderer's face
             predictably tender
  slant-cat portraying
           the beauty of air
                           to be felt;


 thump-tail, unwandering eyes
     will flicker soon
                           and contradict
    each self is a ceiling blister
 canopies of daffodil
                       come down
          with the motion
                             of thought
      and the public park splits;


           right down to a canyon
       the dew walks, with mouths
     made of moss, the winding hurt
                of all life in resistance
                                 to oblivion.

.....

Spent gelatin of partly false desires, make speech eruct
the literature of need, the intermixed body


when you die in the universe
and not even a single light goes out


pray to your dung-wife ear
open a fecal cabaret
 in mirrored scissors
she wails in a tall room


my life is under her fingers
I love her clean head, her lack
of wavering, before she finds
a place to waver


the empire that deposited its sadness in my blood
is leaving, leaving
by the door between my ribs and the door over
my excess of forehead
leaving for nowhere


we will never abandon this world
it will shrug us around
our particles will simply be escorted
And

.....

In an atomic bomb explosion no larger than the head
metric-patterned uncontrolled mankilling


five beehive safelights a flatbed glazer
slow-moving bivalves old mechanical talk


glistening wet and still containing life city square is obliterated


the drifting color of their skin
the strength of magenta

.....

Luminescent below the glaciers and between the bands luminescent
glass plates for insulators, he strung his wire to your heavens
on the summer flora which blooms dethroned by the electrical


the soldier-poet must have won single-edged iron
stale onions always clung as a reminder together with his slave


his phalanx dangerously thin the humdrum lathe
glowing heart of radio a human storehouse
the kingdom of feedback under numerical control

.....

lemming is a goner
usurper her face means death
archers have carefully cleared streets before her


does sound travel through from the other side of time--to find you
the young king gardener here who watches night
the exiled king where you come from loses his heart


her think his reflection in the water into branches of a tree above a pond
make a sound vibrate investigation
the big idea makes a low sound
it is on the edge of the ice and in the water makes a high sound

.....

Dry forms tickle the radiant light
wet labyrinth comes rearing up
in waves from the bent turf
sodium moon finds a window of houseframe
dark takes the river medicine
flattened payphones give off a bug smell
I'm coming into the aftermath of kings
medieval stains on my lapel
blackberry razor geared my stripper core
for the baggage claim of airplanes lost in holiday
faint skids on technological map
forest of slate archeology
and the shifting of home
seaward flung
the hard rubber bulbs of the eye

.....

Trick animals have brighter realms
pulsing clouds   hollow steel cells stacked tier upon tier


      no claws   no fangs   a soft skin


equipped with sharp spines living dots and stars
armor or suction cup   their wakes and gleams glance off


        In aimless drift, fangs and beaks have torn smoke-
                                    screens,                        poisons,
                                    knives and scythes, hammers
                                    and battering rams, stun guns
                                    and electric chairs, barbwire
                                    and burglar alarms
                                        tons of roadway rape a beam
                                         six million rivets built the towers out of
         the mere scraping of a cricket's wings causes the same springiness

.....

    Climactic drones
               out of a naked cellar
      a trinity of forked ideas
    twelve fingers twelve toes tall
           carrying hay bale sized
                        toilet paper rolls
           through the corridors of sealed knowledge
              its power after the vacuum


Comedy king mop, his death through my steps
                           shrimp ginned down the flaking staircase
                            the fear of mother fur
                              falling scorched through lunch
                     waking large in sex propped up in a short circuited cafeteria
                                                                     soda finance
                                                                   the cum on the snow banks
                                                                done glint through the windows of money

.....

goddess splits in the air
        shelves wet with rain
      city hall in a sludge foundation
           tongues through brick


   and if time follows this
            it will have to accelerate
        keeping pace with the mind in panic


            elated leopards crawling
                    with sudden liquidity
                       from the houseblankets
                     like something light was confused by

THE PRISM MOUTH CLOSED OVER ITS SILENCE

Fucking to the beat of a walrus tail
on a wide deck crowded with strangers unseen
the prism closed mouth over its silence
ten panicked strangers in the mirror
gone fucking to the beat of a stereo with one broken speaker
dying to the beat of a wide deck crowded with strangers
the prism mouth over its silence
ten in two to the beat of a walrus tail thumping

.....

When I took root in your wing
    blood gathered on the brow of the enemy
   vines brought a look to your eyes
     the staggering thoughts that felled no trunks
     brought the moonlight closer to the window
              and aren't we supra
                                         natural
                   don't we take our daggers to the diner
where money swerves wet I'm defecting
       to the burnt underside of the mirror
       no pills in my calendared gaze
           just the drowning ocean
 brought you tired to a bright standstill
          these levels and angles of compulsion
                                                            for flight

THE SATURATED WAR OF THE AIR

               There is microweather in small blubber lamps
                still the great dice-shaker    thin, curiously twisted
                 swinging across the eerily lit countryside with a quality of timeless, hereditary privilege


                A painter of street scenes, landscapes and higher organisms
just above the thin ring line in size, in color, or in the canvas and metal
                           space between them toward the earth like a banking air-plane
                                            stretched membrane as a construction mate lion's-mane jelly
                                               sailor's legend one way, then the other, alternating in a gentle roll

......

    A spinning cloud
a gracefully curved dashboard and slender spring wagon
                  well enough to measure by eye   from lengths of grooved shoe rod
                            a sagging floor beam with a chunk of locust


                          rock-cracking frost, scouring wind
                                and the surging lions of years
                                  the shape of the ocean in the polar regions


                                      fit new handles into his sledges and hammers
                                                                  to cut a length of iron

.....

    Before the silent alarm
blooms, and covers me; before
 voluntary clouds shut me up,
        come and visit; be uncertain
        with me about the time,
       help me touch the lights off,
        and shut every voice in its quarters.


    Bring with me the fire of a rug
            spilling onto a melting lawn,
             gravity making hats
                      on the ceiling of a netherworld.
   Tell me in a shifting taxicab
       how the tons above secure your nexus.


      I'm going home to a tree of barn,
        aura shorn of factory tan
          electing the leering masterpieces
              pronouncing the powder of their bones
                        sublimely escorted.

CLEANING UP ANIMAL CADAVERS YIELDS A FINE DUST

Municipal hygiene bells tolled away the hours, dictating
                       the pods boiled in the perpetual half-light of the narrow


When he finished his pleading, he stood meat per acre on an empty dusk
            sleek in places that might starve by the sheer press of human activity


Roots baked like a potato     a chaos of sound equivalent to white light
            showing off running sores or the stump blossomed into walled cities

.....

My name dissolved in colors
late night in the speaking stereo
my butt pussy-halved for a cavalcade
of salival girlmovement, groaningly
                                                        measured
the fluttering mouths alive with involuntary harmony
your flick tip melting my prostate