Fern shoes wrapped in newspaper
thudding through the perfect forest
mushrooms floating in propane
reflections of gone spirits in flak
trail zoom broken car bodies
engines leaking blood of time
pine sap on the temples of the head
root shadow painting ceilings now
swamps of latex floating golf balls
past graffiti cathedrals candle penetration
zig zag gods in dome dust
running paths to the junkyard heart
leaves of beard turning over thawed hands
mad eyes on the piston pumping in core's oil

Long highlands blossoming like blades
from mountain ridges, salted with
punctured angels, rubber low hills
waiting to catapult the avalanche
that flows through the deformed
skeleton of a fanged moon,
broadcasting rings of violet light
towards a scepter of burned eyes.

Shelves of chopped-up glue
letting go of a black hole.

Grass bodies dimming on the body
of a dying sun.  Hips that swivel
in a coil of snail's shell.
Quartz lemons stuck to a pool's edge
while twilight inhabits a single leaf
from a wire of the moon.
Hallways of photo walls billowing
with red steam from the heart
of an electronic bedroom.
Signposts split by lightning
that falls frozen to a liquid earth.
Chiles split by the knife that lose teeth
on a long tables of dying metal.
The composition of faces coming apart
in a force-field of dirty piano.

Chalk outline of the sun,
valleys of shining blood that hold
its emergent engine.
Moon glowing in the throat of a frog.
Pestle of gravity won by mass,
grinding thistles to bits
meant to cut open the heart,
subtracted from the breeze.
Android buds that break lips.
Cold scissor that invents the cycle's
total collapse.
Vanilla time encrusted in the salt
of its own error.
Boxed-in mouth that screams
eternity through all the wires.
Fern tips tracing loins that erupt
with yellow jackets and wasps,
the city heart of bees,
raped and vacant farms
humming blues beneath tumbling stones
where the nest rhymes with a dead lung.

Townships on pedestal wrists
birdhouses toothpicked into flesh
roads crumbling through wicked circulation
yellow roses pressed in bloom
against the wind's world-wide shield,
rattling on the orb of a blood-shot eye,
iris speaking with infant blood mouth,
houses tangled by their snakes
shedding lights on a battered runway,
ears fanning the portal of the end
light crashing down the arc of a frozen wave
toward the desertion of control's ideas
where ten robins tangle over a vast desperate worm
gripping the lawn with two ends of its bisex
guns of wood arrayed around its table of earth
quarries drained an architect's corpse
his arms in the veins of the hills
twitching with a heartless attack
from the powder of his cinnamon blood.

Ships of ice land in the sun
make music for fallen radios
sails of silken ears drift through the razor's cumulus
waters crinkle like foil
as the waves are pounded down by a vast hand
oven earth sighs first and last
as her drained passengers escape the grave's fingers
knuckles cracking as multitude's blood ascends to ozone
flames of gold leaf trickle through cranial eyes
outdoor armchairs left to rust on a football field mirror
skeleton's feet kicked up
emptiness waits for guns and blades to melt
a locket hung from the neck has an unbroken keyhole
whose cavern connects to the caves of a sliding mountain

Lightning bolt limbs
anchoring the body in the revolt
of an eaten sky.

Yellow rose of mouth
sending a brokenness of blood
through the kneecaps to bend time.

Ditch gardens ruled by salamanders
under half-rotted logs, sink-bugs alit
on blueberries to find tongues,
as orange lives lose tails to small hands
senses recoiling to fall      in the earth's basket
of dry leaves, a crackling atop
the sanitarium of mud.

Frog trills that pierce the ears
above an unfrozen pond,
collywobbles that swim
over sunken shields of stone.

What rends the clouds reaches a skeleton
with propane fists and forms of many
genitalia sculpted in pine sap,
totems of hermaphroditic scripture
in the plain sand stroked by snake's bellies
the cum of a clear-swept day.

Head's a shell of smashed dreams
on the fifteenth third floor
berserk conundrum of body
learning and shaking
grinning life into the mirror of death
my cat and I are suffering spines
she tears her hair out with her teeth
while I do the same to my spirit
music blurred by a fan and wire's creak
ducking through image walls into piping rooms
letting wood sing to the metal that lives
stabbed in the heart by the heart's ideas
naked under the velvet surprising years
newer and older than the water
washing my reluctance
to live
away.

Breeze of tattered voices
flowing over a willing body,
snagging on its luminous hairs,
goblet hands failing to hold water
as a river of blood points to the sky
as the only escape.

Twigs that swivel on aged skin.
Light that seethes from a mottled trunk.
Branches yielding planetary fruit
worlds thrashing their eons
in sorrow of destruction
cresting blooms that ride its fire
blinking to be seen among eyes
that never move, glued fast
to a dead prime mover.

Breasts of the river tip sky
into the ribs of walking death
a bottled smile fills up
with radiated hatchlings
robot birds from the foil
that crows peck;
tools of frozen earth
disintegrate on contact
with the warrior lover's lips
who eats bridges and airplanes;
the cornerstone of sculptured dreams
is flipped to the top
of a skyscraper.

Worlds on tap in smoke
from the fire of a painted journey
pouring eyes behind a gate of oil
rooms in a towering hat that rents space
the killing lid that milks frozen boys
sawblade mouth that frees a flexed abyss
learning blood building cemetery brains
on a capital vapor and a pepper's breast
time's yield of park benches burning
vinyl ponds tobacco gloves
moving dippers through wide water incensed
the barking frogs of innocence
in a four-stringed demonic throat

Dawn wreck on seaside lips
where the caves gulp faint blood
kissing wood where heels broke slate
bark face bark hands
rouge forest on an ember of brocade
tilled earth swallowing shovel bodies
beer veins neglected fate
the rap of water on empty foil
amp corners speaking to coiled wire
thin rubber of a body's hose
pushing the maze of time along a burning deck
watching its labyrinth spaghetti
into mini hatch intestine
hurt smiles that praise its wounds
a clucking edible computer.

Leaking violet clouds paint rock
and grass with vacant letters
guitar-shaped feet walk over smoldering paths
mute fungoids learn to tongue through their ears
outward brain on a cemetery step
walking to the sky on a smooth incline
where moss slides like silk to the triangle death
savior's planted in granite
long walks on the ceiling of a convenience shop
that lead to a can of fizz stop
keleidoscoped alleys churning gold trash
winged hands on the rooted machine core
that makes love make love
tin switches turning to clay gears
felt buttons that depress eternity
without a click, a daffodil's fist.

Islands of green weapon growth to the sky
root feet and flack hands friendly fire
trunk sex split fallen chimneys of seed pod nests
shepherd's stone fallen to the sheep who swing sets
reading pigeon shit script on the bricks
whose cement is a truck's spit thick springs
boinging under ceramic animals
libraries of shattered salt caverns
knuckles brass on deep planted hereafters
string's floss fraying through an open bird's beak
madness branch from vases whose bottoms break
towards the earth and reverse skylights
beaming down on beds that compost bodies
in the rain of afternoon dust, bicycle's instrument
of headlight fucking and pop machines
rolling years of copper to the whirlpool under
ladle's lid tipping steam to an eyelid
friend peppers on the macro wave of grease
islands of shorn fur that rip italics
into the covering of earth between
scattered and punctured tires.

Woods are teeth in the wool
veins clamoring for blood penetration
arcs of swordlike light rending pace
to still time in an urn of forked leaves
lenses dark as a veiled room eats clover
grapes on scattered birch gunshot layers
trespassed paths of ice and needles twining banner
where pasted ferns speak to tangled letter
twigs diverging with a pulse hammer
wigs of coal on cemetery benches
eating rail through spectrum'd eyeglass
sockets in the dried mud of ages
smooth fossils with laser light
flagging seasons with walls that burn
glass tar in the pot that's pestled
by a thousand gouged-out eyes
in orbiting powder.

Will against a window
melts through an arch,
way opens a wave of blood,
circuitry of flowers on a desk
of ice, music burrows through
the marrow of an antenna,
the man who dreams the world
is eating sprigs of sour green
faint light from the chained
vine of a grape, watching
systematic faces impaled
on a galactic pole,
wincing political expressions that die
before their human season passes
rot through the belly of a deep pond,
lick leaves from the fire's surface,
and bow whipped bodies down
to find their sanctums in
a shivering dresser drawer.

On an island of hewn stone
with paws on my eyes
with claws in my wrists
that move fluorescent fibers
in the cracks between earthly seasons
finding peaks of cobalt hue
in the dawn of a diminished mouth,
thumping string that dwells all
the limbs together, a missile of body
to a shadow moon, an orbit hunter,
treading rice and clams
to the crater's pool of tar,
christened by its dead heat and its live heat,
and all the motherfuckers with feathers
who watch from its rib
as its lune-body, earth body
becomes my reflected skin.

I rode the earth with a tinfoil face
plastered to my being, feet wrapped in oil
and seran, tomato of lysergic time
breaking in my mouth.
The moon spoke like a wheel.
All the houses of the city
were arrayed like huge daggers
to await a blessing with violence.
Valleys of clay and concrete
that eat a train in lipstick gridiron.
Pouring smoke that turns
to heavy water in a falling hand.
Death angels that sprinkle
cinnamon on early graves,
laughing at the salt paths
laced with blood that radiate
cells and slope off toward
the drunken sky.  Temples of wheat
curving over stone ghosts and leaking
dawn light on forsaken prairies
where the hedgehog gets lost in a sound
from his own nose.

Glaze of blood on eyes
never covered by a blink,
flickering gaze that eats tired bodies,
roads divulging worms and snakes
that broadcast the colors of humanity
squirming in gasoline paint
to eat the galaxies of reflected sky
with their own death,
as playgrounds fly through the air
severed from their old realities
by fire and by salt, by
humor and by murder,
by the killer who cares
and the long silent one who
undoes all that has been
done with a single whisper.

Stacked scenarios of peacock kaleidoscope
thriving in a dance on glass fire field
canals of river's children washing sewage from a wall
stairwells mated to reptilian embraces
garages of parked deathmobiles
rattled by hot light and cold wind
while townships rise through a ruptured navel
tousled metal gathering around the gaze
of an ice child, embedded in a gliding
glacier wall that flattens
prairie daisies like pedestrians.

Empty paths
that I filled alone.
Ways nobody would walk
that I danced with aplomb.
Railways that came up around me
and then faded.
Moving skies that will never settle.
Evil trains that disappear.
Buffalo thunder out of the earth.
Skinny dippers in engine oil.
Exhaust pipes jutting from mouths
in place of tongues.
Wheels with elbows sticking
out of them, bloodied by every rut.

Bicycle rolls the high hill
into a ball of putty.
Warped wheels speak to pine needles
rounding the bend to brick sanctuary
plummeting home in the genitals of a church.

Long towers of clay speak to bird's feet.
Brazen beaks peck yesterday's shit.
Benches  re-shape the spines
of wandering re-shapers who
duck attic entrances to speak boiling air
past the frozen nostrils
on ancient horses, molded in bronze
and steel to strengthen silence.

Dead kittens in a stone bird bath
bowl, blood decorated by clustered
leaves, fallen from the veins
of the sky, faintly creaking
in the zone of no laughter.

The way must be broken to breathe,
space latched needs matter to eat,
skin soldered by time needs a mind
to dance prints with, the frolic of murder
melted by birth after birth in tandem dresses.

I'm bouncing on my own body
with a spirit found in the rain,
tickling his runny nose with an arrow,
bowing his violin with a fan blade,
pushing all his wind
with a tunnel to an airplane,
flinging luggage at his feet
leather on leather light,
tooling the trees of earth
into a venusian infrastructure
of steaming pussy willows,
I inhabit my body with drawstrings
of sadness, layers of impacted
iguana, shivers from martian lake floor,
ice runways pocked by
spiked heels, and falling forms in a haze
of projected blue blood.

Cherry from the dark sky,
compact traveler, species of blood moon
living in a mask of colorless before
or a shrine of violet bathed hereafter.

Scrapers positioned in a rut
as a smoked and reeking bouquet.
Blueberries whose stems are
a peephole filled with typewriters.
Sword of grass that scratch the iris
of a fallen giant as he slipped
on an ax in the compost heap.

Dragonfly glued to a rooster's head,
moving its wings like the chicken's thought.
A multitude of dead hens
scattered around him like soft
red sacks.  And the porch
lifting off like a saucer
over the long lawn, spilling humans
into an oval-shaped vat
of laundry detergent.

Blonde dagger of waif stone
kissing water with blood
salting the doorway's speed bump
to evaporate into fire with a chain
whistling beaks between toes
and tar and glass fragments
the straining sack of a broken atlas
lifting a snow globe unfurling nativity sperm
learning the river's slit wrists
as it nudges the gap in the bulb
fondling solar slabs detachment
with a universal hand.

Free moving sounds hid pastels in the backbrain
lovers in sand make mirrors
dripping faucets collect invisible blood
kitchenette clubs break linoleum ribs
staircase eyes find a handhold in your groin
burnt shoulders release arms into the sky oven
whips of sight drive infinite vagina
through the cortex of saints
to meld blood with solitude
that is flushed by blood.

Champion meat throwers
celebrating a long unwashed floor together
while grins sprinkle grease boards
tongue knives separating long links of pain
cheese knuckles blooming in dead eyes
garlic cunt in a high mirror
traffic of easing water
through a boiling knob of keys
a wind of automobiles
making love to stagnant air
as destiny takes and drinks its own wings
to reproduce perfection.

Darling razor cupulas
carving table tops with weary hands
while the room erodes like a sock in the soil
voices are pulped and noise blooms
broken urinals talk beauty
flings chandelier the sacred spirit's core
sleds slick the hill to death
under the sexless straight flank
of an eighteen-wheeler
jets push the box of stolen gardens
into a blacked-out rose
and through the threaded sky
with anus-baked goods
driveling down the valley sides with
silky scum to eat the fortunes
of the forsaken river
locked doors losing frame
around a fire's placemat
windows painted half to be a looking glass
wasp sex on the sill
that time held for the sun to punch
falling into residence with dulled open eyes
looking the trees through screens
past ponds that spout
with the language of chameleon leagues.

THE VISIONARIES OF SLOW DANCE MOBILE EARTH

those psychological chains is religion,
shock troops of humanity in the white man's image
the nation of gods and mountains down into the denser sea bottom

diaphragm which force air have gotten out of their hands
fossils and land bridges strips of continent
lightweight rocks of oceanic crust

Africans, the first humans and creators of the spinning of the earth
believed that every aspect of life belongs to the same puzzle
manifestations of God with savage fury inside plastic garment bags

you can put layers of invaders newspapers for a supernatural power
against a wall into tin cans middleman Gods blanket and spread
legs of the bed not cool the air, but move it

Long green lands of disruption
eyeglass full of pearls glued
to the onlooker melting his grasp on worlds
spiked crutches under his arms attached
to a battery that pumps blueberry juice
through the rictus of a hung smile
a face that burned through mountains of rubbish
light of a distant galaxy's purple wound
pressing hard on the bridge of his cut nose
intestines filling with ice cream
rump loins hugging the funnel
to devour more sugar, space

Village in a crater pocket
sending smoke through steam
owner of a golden mouth yawning
to take in the silver world
through a dream house of cum on hot rocks
stirring ice in a whirl pool
against the current with a haircut
searing gestures of dance laser a broken chalkboard
schooled rhombuses growing iguana limbs
bathtubs of eyeball in fresh gasoline
lids gone to the prince of blindness rich
blasting the poor with arrogant information and clementine peels
peanut shells muffled in condom
ripples the preening brain

Bang bang life for losers of life
fucking hag scenery eating
seedling smiles buried in a long hill
sprouting bodies moving air with their mouths
moving metal with their hands
making it speak for them like a bitch
making their talk smash glass
and wooden doors machine through the ear
that waits at the end of a warped hall
creaking and creaking for the oil of music
a drum that fled melted houses
to be rolled by hands that have
arms to the sky with heart's traditional pulse
keeping the giantism at bay
with extraterrestrial bouquets
of fuming penises.

Dolls in pain poses eventually
bleeding through into time,
hooding their chemistry of eyes
in a shadow their beautiful blade
created.  Heights that it touched
to wrap a sky around.
Universes that open to it
whole one after another
crashing in simultaneity.
Every dragon drop of the last time
subsumed in ferocity.
Feverish terror of arks
long arms and legs in the water.
Island movement
like a planet in the light
tugging somewhere to
nowhere in particular.

Bodies as cream eyes.
Vultures on fire with the cream.
Totally mesmerized upper windows,
leaning readers regaling powerline
faces, history's bitches who eat paint.
Mesmerist of secret terror,
ogling the rift between worlds.
Forehead pierced by the emergence
of warrior thoughts, unused
while the hands made gods,
old theater come out of the earth
with new lights.

Throat that vibrates the continents
like stepchildren, piano teeth
that descend from the shackles of
a bloodied tree with freshly
imprinted leaves.

I carry my prison head
on a decreasing stick.
Dreams rainbow out of it
like radiation.  Light's window
lays its movement all over me.
The muffled birth becomes
a cavern.  The muffled train
becomes a man's eyes.

Pink coverlet of the earth
moon's sabotaged frown on glass
where it breaks into pathological letters
ringed eyes in the squared distance
smashed toes on the ship's hologram hull
where its blade is a wall that descends
prow lips pull the prism of man's creation
into a faint bomb matrix strobe
salt without meat on the sanctuary floor
bones dancing in terror for radioactive nurses
wet sand in the sanctuary's eyes
sand dollars living in the sanctuary's paw
crying a diamond pyramid hex through a grip stigmata
nightgown slipping from her continents and seas

THE WAY OF THE UNDERPINNING TO SCAN GOD MANKIND

Nation of earths, proving the existence of land bridges, the scroll and key, and
the intricate folding of satanic swirl passed as swiftly
as it had come--and, as a metaphorical transparency.
Seven poking above the waves to form the neocortex
ocean floors moving like conveyor belts before their creations
culminating in hue-mans rotating objects away from the center of every land mass
a series of linked spaghetti pipes through ocean sediment spoon-feed
to the production of superb swords and armor over each of the paleomagnetic poles
curved across the northern landforms toward the eyeline door

The stock of laughter poisoned by lovely lips
pond of discarded tires staring under the moon
long lines strung overhead of moving ships
cargo of colored air
symetries of madness mated by plastic
overload of planet suns
pushing perfect numbers to peacock plenitude
knives fallen under a bed
dish of leaves that presupposes a book
the hand that comes out of the bunghole to steal the eye
and pleasure the silence of god
with island flowers
wreckage of rubies
running water to the hungry arc

Mystique we brought as wonderbread gods
slid ditches in blueberry light
pocketing birds for later
slid needles on a carpet long as the world
taping eyes to things
holding mirrors to our exits
taping penises onto the preacher
gnashing with grocery list please
list the pies
stringing and strunging the overhung
air that we breathe with extra
dappled with early light in the lake dark
thundering cake in the belly of the heart
lining up for dog meat with bright found tickets
couch in the eyes fundamental
buttocks in the eyes
total care of an error falling into the sun

Distant woman, turn my dark crater
into a high mountain on fire,
bulb my highways turn my bus of
chalk thrones through dusk
to the honey of daylight; break my
shadow with fog, so that my bones
can find ease in what water made.

Engrossed woman, make my nudity rise
from the shone of where you bury your
eyes, so that I can teach you new sex
on the alley of your fine table.

Woman deranged and healed by loneliness,
walk the beach I will buy for you
in dreams we left trailing trains
many departures ago.
Open this lunar car,
spill its contents onto the sun
and break up into diamonds
with me there, while the blood
we are waits to be spread.

Inside your wig
the hundred thousand thoughts turn
like particles of purple dust
taking over the storm of the skeleton
with wallpaper molding and hummingbird films
with a shaft through feathers
with a valley of stacked cans
and open cans with honey flashing
prairies of life-force denied in mushroom gas
slick pools of infinitely reflected eyes
money propellers against the boardroom sky
felons of thought eating crackers and dreaming

Scooped-out towns of the unknown,
rubbing kerosene on mattress springs,
singing to rubble fields tombs of pipe
left blazing with the echo unhired,
big squares to the sun topple prism,
lenses on floating light that imitates bright water.

Underbelly of the highway
hiked by spiders,
lasso of regret that hijacks
the intent of the dead,
fire a gun in my heart,
put the swab in my lungs to work,
italics of blood float out of my ribs
like tumbleweeds.

Overlord of the overpass
dropping apples and bicycles,
particles of darkened matter,
kisses that rescue the spirit
from a bleach on the body's crutch,
boiling pine tops that burst
the glass of the eyes with firm heights.

America strong and strange,
fierce with a new born age.
Torn prairies that still
sing of honey.
Bars in the mind's cage
melted by potent futures.
Fractures in the vinyl attic
weaving the imperfect pattern
to smile on fire.
The body unfurls.
Stillness calls, is gone.
This waiting is all I have ever done.

Long calls from
the thick border of sense,
long wigs and long eyelashes
hung on the bed's corner
long sighs from the long long bed
flung telephones blinking captive light
in the pink belly of the beast,
with furniture.

Heart-wrung animals
cornering power for themselves and others,
we think on planes, imagination monied.
The brims of the cloud are fleeting purple
that the eternal heart is made of here,
in subliminal traffic.  Gaze on gaze
melts off while the green is on
all over the world, at gunpoint.

Films of robot Jesus films of saints fucking
films of bedraggled swamp rivers
bejeweled with broken technology
films of numbered fists
films of reptile huggers
films of us both perfected by lightning
projected on summer's bedsheets
by the crying winter
flags of sun filmed by white ants
crescents that carved humanity from coal
butts of lunar pork all slain in daylight
sad parking lots and tree centers
ravaged by the lay of hose
the screaming of a chemical statehouse
snakes of perfection crawling film

Fathomless statue moves dance
into a new paradigm
runway of desert glass
fire paved through the eyes
of the watcher's vengeance
who records and records
tapes turning in the cream of the anus
monocles dripping off
in the sun's radio spray
down the spinner's torso
in a liquid wave of sky's heat
coming on.  Dawn jots a pox
of ink on the breakfast tablet
new sleep of day new dagger
in the engine new slugs
of nothingness on the dashboard
less and less of the womb
egg's wall of flesh the envelope
of death the plant's stalk
of a polar ram protrudes
from the belly of the stomach.
And the tits of silence rescue him roundly.

A hum in the open mouth
of a cut guitar,
eye's dwelling captured by fools,
death on the march in your body's gaze,
your birth-cord troubled by electricity,
you fall down.  Nothing follows
for a long time.  Room opens up
into room.  Death opens into life.
Someone will share the dance you missed
with another.  Someone will finish the drink
you put down, never to return to the party.
Solo dancer inhabits all who hung
in solitude to breathe,
and they in him like a blade,
his carving hand broader than the land
godlike and horrible.

My friend is gone to the large world over one hill;
he paces a new lit room among the tousled furniture.
Spreading his parchments along
the steady blocks in time's fire
cubed for empty daylight,
held open for blood's infinity
by a blue feather and a sign
of the netherworld's eagle,
pounced on by the dark sky
afloat in the rain like a post dragon--
fuck the air, fuck the people on the air,
dawn's footpath lay open the lawn that blooms
from a cut swipe of what's fought with all the gods
and lost like a reborn man--
I put on Ornette's 'Of Human Feelings'--a thing
we have hammered out
with sweet incompleteness.

Societies cut the head off a conquest and hang it on the branch on the shepherd
she said the tree from which his conquests hung laden with the caustic
strong enough to lift continents was a thriving drug in the wide prairies
valley floor colored a lurid red bounded by a great hunter and he taught the pale man to merge
algae sprawl have shaped most of the earth's knowledge of the mysteries and are illuminated

Trumpet sinks in the mud
of the hills, between the roots
like work-hard fingers, flat
tribute to death pounded permanent
by the heels of the living.

Rimmed by fire, dancing twirl
cabin-size transparent dice,
praise with the sense orbs of the buttocks
gravity's lips, acapella buried
here in the click track of our drum machine steps.

Sin runs under the town,
in its sanction of holographic leather,
shining the drains with a sarcophagus hand,
moving in frontal fur what they eat
in jellied light from the hand
of a cloaked heart's master.

And the same from stone
horn buried in the hill
that it's ever gave.

SHIP WITCH

Her long hands are short in the street's life
pouring a salt river through a visor-shaped hole in the air
of dimension space, taking the walk of cement sun guts
on an arching slope
that become a cipher of ice
towering circle of icicles
for the world to look over.

Turning hoop of ages that carries
its melting sections with
sacred geometry, putting forth
its radiance.

LONG AMERICA

Lengthening string balloon roads
highways lifting off in a spidery manner
through the clouds that birthed them;
strands of battered theocratic thought
rainbowed around a grateful anus
spirit pretzeled in the dirty prism of time
trying like a river through dried earth
to speak, rigging the sled-ride of foreign skies
to observe the kissed defusing
by scattered walls, worlds on a chain
dance bounces around the neck
of an arrived traveler, clutching
the fabric of identity as it
disintegrates in an elevator;
as it come off it clings hearts
soul to torso, more so and more so
is what's desirable.

Viewing systems finally turned the concave mirror of billions
both religions that are not ours originally, fleecing Africa's diaphragm
to satisfy a culture's desire--as a tent, a carriage, a sedan taught punishment
bloodsuckers of the poor arranging setting, lighting, costume bunching onion seeds
natural enemies of the people through a suspenseful process of narrative developement
confusion, chaos, vanity, nothingness interrupted by the offscreen sound
Christmas started in Babylon setting the timer of the bomb
black represents life which is why we were called hue-mans
the first of our true scallion coming from instruments in the story space
like a football game climbing a sheer cliff

CHURCH MOUNTAINS

Planet from the original people
chock-full of antiques.

Stammering twilight conquers a dancer's body
peninsulas of salt rock rise
from the belly of the earth to imprint
the back lawn and the front lawn
of a gone house's many fallen moons
foundation filled with brightness' cluster of dead leaves
scattered representative, in twigs released
of an eye that sees, from all,
is building a tractor beam of writhing bodies
to the bulldozer sun.

Experts torn from the wind and trees and screens
shaking formula off their fingertips;
sprouting from their ditches of ether
with new hands and new fingertips
breaking the construct of themselves to think like water,
mapping the contours of the earth with their radiant bellies,
dodging a worm in the print
to be a hollow gram in the pitcher
unpoured, silent captive
of this painting who invites madness.

BROKEN CIPHER.

I remember the glee of the apocalyptoids
preying on the end of the their world
to the tune of celestial beings
taking turns at shitting

Shine on the river's gas
crass spaceships passing
tall trees brush the underside like vacuum cleaners
bristles move light
field follows the pathway of water
flowing out of a busted heart and lung
hemmed in by rock
to move toward broken spray
with all its flow intact to the pinpoint
where it eats mountain core
where light is a hammer
veil is a wound
long cage is upended on high
blood spills out of the face of god
god spills out of the face of blood
the floor of botched earth
is papered with remembrances.

Long rushes of willow go
over the firm embankment
thinking and thinking in strands
while they are touched
indifferently by the wind
and made by my mind
into weapons to touch myself with
a station's bathroom window
to watch the fire
crawl on their city of death like child.

Fur lined shelves of fallen trees
shadow the walk where my knees
imprint cookie dough with dark
blood of the long journey I drank
earth torn by the root's fist
clenched whip of received color
dousing foundation corners as it flicks frost
crowbar cock leaves a sand dollar's face
in bleached stretches of sand
the plane's wing buried for an umbrella's knife
coupled with cans of trash
mineral bump on a breastbone
garden divider reptile spine
kissing the razor'd air
hairline of fire transport
tugging bass over a quarry stone
feet strapped to gravity
like a wound in a chameleon's mouth.

Beautiful woman, you fix the walk of an ivory dancer,
your lip sticks its flag in the clouds,
you put a sticky curve in all the telephone poles,
you make the wires groan,
you make my loving pen need to write you down,
your intelligence makes me kick my books,
your face is the apple that silence ate, for itself,
in a hall where my heart does not wander.

Rug top and roof top melded
shrink on a shrinkwrapped soul
to feed essence of shivering mineral
stark rumor of cloudless water
to the goddess mouth of the earth;
body of dog falling trembling
through her echoless trellis
clay lip that withholds the oil
of lotion crack broken mind
live corpse on a desk walking sleep
inhabited by clothes; dusk lips
murmuring cobwebbed books
gone cases of crystal's salt
in the entrance to twisted caves
that are the map of the galactic tree
burning and lasered with robot seedlings
thickening an inner froth light
to piss eggs of saturnine turning
on a lime road patted lined by bodies
ribs open to butter and frankincense
clenching and wheezing moon
on a pregnancy of electrode bulb
that radios no meek vulvaic volcano;
the target a third eye print
that has rotated time like a dick's idea.

Cover stories like the sun
counterparts of the Madonna statues of gold:
more mutations, men originate from African women.

Eve, or Mom the base of our evolutionary tree the oldest of all
bushmen, pioneering seasons constantly changing film
passed by mothers of gilt-domed Goddess Isis to create God
the form of the wizard was Isis and Horus; marshes into solid land
lagoons behind the marshes of the coastal plain
to be dispersed through an inlet out into the open

I am Queen covered with silver who earths learn
and the pinnacles with gold from their numbers,
human voices, and din and clatter of ivory, curiously orichalc;
the site of Atlantis innumerable

IMAGE)?

Black woman is mother of the sun
the mystery schools the way you believe in dead individuals
the office's thin pillars and low deep space and deep focus, pyramid walls
and persecution by the state and religious leaders controlled by those elements
sides of a gigantic room is the supreme being--black man
those who were put to death for teaching righteousness
once dead, they were worshipped and made the adjustments in the camera
its own formal pattern, its own development, its suspense develops; we start to ask how
(made in his image), why would not we grow
woman's role as Jesus
we are the creators of all creations my brothers and sisters
controllers of these elements realize that his power over the public is not great enough

Clay footsteps filled with oil
trail from electronic towers
bundled in light, cumming wire
across clawed sky.  Crumpled
goddess on a park bench,
streaming with  urinating newspapers
and trash can speakers, foaming with
the relative innocence of death,
mouth cloaked in a rictus of styrofoam.
Seedpod's fluff
on the daughter of nightmare clouds,
circulating backwards violin
through iron fences of lipstick.
And her hands on an eaten bird's twilight,
thumbnail's door to the world of slate
dancers who never lie down.

CIPHER.

Since I am an empty vessel,
the life of water makes room
in me, born hard
from a boiling river,
I circle the encampment of pigs,
with the murder of destroyers
in my eyes and ribs,
calm as a milk-cat, eating air
like it's my prize, buttocks
tenderly parted by dance
to shit on the cage
they have brought out in my heart,
for me to work with like a bitch,
as the sun is glossed over by the million
pale eyelids, as the earth is
ignored, as the battering ram melts
through my divine cycle,
as the empty square bleeds
red bricks of light
on the raging fullness torn into voice
glade's mutation of the holy spirit
fertilizing echoes with salt.

Bare windows on empty light
brickwalk baked into the mind
chain fence on fire with ragged letters
leading an eagle form in scissor blades
trickling galaxy tree onto a butter knife
through which the eye melts toward life's core
weeping on mated equipment
building pyramids on thighs and kneecaps
dialing a lunar eclipse inside a coffee table
singing glass that enters the ocean
parking lot of soda cans stolen from a glacier
sword in an iceberg that sinks
the breath that moves the wind
thwacked errorless womb

Tornadoes of tumbled hair
slipping over the taut skin
of pressured daylight;
icebergs spiked by tin towns
split flags opening like broken paws
on the drift of throttled voices.

The prow of a living island
zooms through birches,
diseased maples, canoes of charcoal,
lips burned by the moon
forced through an acid-fueled
radio, relentless surge
of blood-darkened water.

Wild felines clinging to busted
stalks, eyes lit by dials of
a criminal laundry, blades of bone
framed in soaked fur, snaggle-toothed
by unsated longing, crying with the tones
of those who mate with hammered synthesis
of daffodil and rose.

Scissors cut between trees
to let in the island light;
paths wind on plunging roots
holding up the soil of dead bodies--
a foothold of impacted foundation
that smells like flame.

Long starred walks undulate carpet trees
my body made by drift is shaped
to ride the flaps of all
in its laundered vortex
for a sliced drink
that dribbles down a palace of moss.

There are no energy configurations that are not from God and that are not God.
Goddess Isis conjectured that the sheets of lava had been generated like more Gods by Atum.
The Black Christ from the Black Egypt separated from the next by a layer of clay,
natural, unseen ethereal beings worshipped today as the unmoved mover
ridges and hillocks overgrown with vegetation kept in the mystery schools and temples
we live on; the sciences; and can give or take life, to obtain their planet

God before showing and proving among the most fecund
God's actions the rocky, mist-shrouded headlands to control the masses
God really is the foundation of religion--the atom.
The early African understanding of God was the primary branch the best
who is responsible?

Eye in the miles; the sun; water; and the open eye, as seen
omnipotent the building blocks of all life on the shoreline

Brambles around a cake of pillows
with an imprint of the body that created
and punched through its surroundings
before it fell all the way through the core
to get a costume, body's missile from gardens
with a crown of poisonous leaves and a treehouse mind
building wallpaper on the air that he breathed
into existence; parchment of eyes that have seen
their love in an ocean of poisoned water
burn to rise from the fallen kingdoms
and seed his own on a mushroom
island cloud, the imprint of his endless
sound inside out

Earths came out to welcome the father and earths first evolved
Nun God emerged from Egyptians, when Egypt was all
Ptah first emerged from the story of creative powers
Ptah in the form of a hill absorbed the primeval waters
the God force as the source of all, the being white civilization had not
for all and the multiplicity of energy one such story was
that we are all of one origin and that the multiplicity of creation is remembered
replacing one mystery god by sitting upon man with his spiritual nature and
God-like powers and fiery speeches near the end of time,
to save the lost and separate them from their sheep
God would come purchasing millions of dollars worth of fish
the symbol of the ever-long cannot be yellow!
the sun, the universal symbol of hot gravity
ascends higher and joins black black black black black

INTO THE MENTAL HEAVEN

The male seed in full has seven sides
the crescent moon woman (without child);
shows reflected light (truth the white background of the flag
white clouds of deception with other mists same people: one
to conceal the true and living god, who is yellow bloom
is black, the original color of the sun(anything we can help give
with all these gifts we place our mental hell
our lost brothers and sisters solar facts;
themselves rain, hail, snow and earthquakes
energy derived of that creative everywhere and in everything
miles of the earth's surface supreme being
our people before the sub-division), maker
of the planet earth, father of the temple he taught karate
born from the knowledge to Allah
scientist who unlocked the silk merchant
white people's narcotic trickery for magical help
the hell unknown to us because of our captivity in America
the zero in our number system
eating the filthy pig
a high-powered rifle with knowledge of self.

NATION CUT UP

We are the poor
who have been stolen from and lied to
we know who God is
for we know that our babies are born
original people, who are the fathers and mothers
goddesses of antiquity such as Isis
languages spoken in silence
alphabets that were created by Allah
so that we can be mastered
by the sun, moon and stars
and out loud by man
to see that the gods deal in numerals and shades
the long absent pride
and actions of uncivilized beings
human families of the planet earth
a freedom people

The twinkling of death's world
from an airplane.
Sidewalk lives that never leave
their burning strip.
Museums of murdered peacocks
dripping red wine from
their torn flanks.
Rib cage of essence that lives
at an expense.
The void from silence opens an
ellipse, and then another, in the
greenhouse bath of ether.
What follows uncertain dancers
is a 360 eyeball on stilts,
mugging its pocked earth
verbatim.
Sills sit on glass under
broken mounds, hitched pipes,
digitized windows winking back
at a deep valley of pine.

A surfeit of breathing actors, on a tidal wave,
strutting the slope of death.
Iris black pupils dancing from
skirt to skirt, in great height
the years that pass between us
leaving weight.  Purple outcropping
reaches hope in a flying saucer's
wall, its hub of inhuman echoes
friendlier than time.  Unharmed sectors
open up to the dark of cool night.
to be lit with balls of water.
Courses flow with broken partners
sand is crystallizing eyes that nudge
the rooted side of all flags.

Typecast coral, feces imprinted
on the ocean floor, filtering many threads
of being.  Jumping a curb tin
worked in the belly of avenue,
leaping off one's own eyes
into the stomach of a tape killer, unloving
green making itself known
through the healing trunks
in afternoon.  Mouths open below,
exhaling their little awfulness,
with flame attendant to lame what
is left of empty hungering, with tongues
of ice in the fond neck of
the pond side sitter, duck starer
who carries an omelette
in his recipe cookbook.

FIRE WALKER'S CIRCUIT

Torn bark hymns to naked wood
mute stalks to be melted mouths
picnic on flowered blankets,
pine and pomegranate palms
sap's rubber sole, ashy alleys
between treads, pineal thread
to blaspheme death, life draws tight
lovers departed from childhood
with nobody's god lurking.

The ledge is a priceless lip
the brightest eye on earth
overlooks.  Spoken tongues turn
back to the body with images
to be buried on its inside-out.
Flowers from the nose, cavern
vines the eyes through,
thatches of a smashed basket
surrounded by many gun twigs.

Rim of outskirts, torch under the earth.
God's in the kneecaps, water's fence
and depth, all breaking things.

Dice moon and make
a wheel of spokes only.
Watershed polish spit
one hundred thousand garages.
Bring out the prize pyramid
of human face and hair
and let her grin I'm her.
The languishing river has
a canal in my lungs
that is a secret smile's
disease-dodging seed
of life.

Galaxy's mind-bomb of many bodies,
unkept torch of ages in the belly-stem,
havoc's forest of acid-tipped brambles,
oak's lesson of firmness brought home
with the blood of a goose vibrating
yearly rings of reminder
as stumps crunch stories to the sky
and the high and perfumed
flowering are let low in the graph
of eyes, winking each from its square
in hazel pattern of hours.

Cube invaded by a cat's head
windows triangulated on the pyramid's owl
mountain framework'd to kiss the vulva springs
dining table flown from its arabesque'd quilt
lattice of vegetable arms
bringing uppercut to grey phantoms
and bantam claws run
for a slice of blood, a peck's taste
of what the sky wasted on
unkind men, and sulking women
folk.

FRAGMENT.

The liquor puts itself away;
smoke dissipates, light uncovers
a wrath in the fourth quarter;
speech is deceptive, tone wavers,
light answers with brothel;
speech answers, is mania of
death denied by the shovel-minded.

Lilac path cuts open the workday
lilac path opens the night
hills tidal in smashed eyes
turn over the world I carried
with me all my life it was a cage
I wounded it without effort
the long mistake has a river bed
and to take it out...

Rings of smoke cross the barrier.
Long mirrors eat out of the twilight.
The purpose of the water is vanquished.
Root beds and blankets of red steam
carry the living.  Nicked air
flows past the sermon of the dove.

The funkadelic dock shivers
fractured out of the earth.
Cheese-anchored flotilla turns
into a boat, a home for hats,
a trapped roman numeral
fishing with his dick.

The savage god does not exist.
Devils go after his twilight in samey fashion.
Inner man is tension brought into sun being and balanced.
Brought to the hearth, he hungers for nothing.
He lets the hunger of the womb become him.

Warrior of rolled leaves
voyages over the maples
ice cream on the eyeball earth
furthered by laughter on the rapids
puckered anuses of hot light on the high wall
overlooking a belly of cinders
that has been turned and turned
feverish hands to comb long caves
mutant limb liquid the whole
track of solar systems across the mud
of a deep fern'd forest path
twice forked omelette of sunrise
lost in footstep water, bend erupting
in blossom at its greatest stress, combed bank
unscrewed of melted nails worming
back to life across a hollow sundial
shadow tracing the railroad nerve
its slipstream of butchered inhabitants.

Prickly outposts of the earth and moon
look lonely.  Vegetable sky has
ripped her belly on a fence-top.  Hours
die toward the spigot at the residence's
edge where masks fly in a long chain
over a ditch in the earth
a kite's eye, noodling through the air
toward the mounds of red snakes,
mummy's emptiness, haggard rollers
of long sacred scripts in
constantly birthing hallways wet
elaborate re-entrances, stones
in the eyes of the living, a link
with headbanging daisies
in the eliminated breeze
an unthought kiss that clears
it all.  Pens the curved underside
of the favorite tree's fallen jacket,
fondling what scrapes the skin to red,
hang-glider who left an absence
behind a gone world's desk,
untaught in shattering
on the longest wing of throttled laughter
chained by the thorn bush in the crook
of blood punched through by lingering numbers,
devil-bred routines, pantomimes of the dead
as we look at our fathers falling
through the cracks of their own
broken history, and let them
as we must, their ease gone
from our creases to ease the dawn.

Out on the ropes of fuming sunlight
weapons hang from the beauty rising
bulbed open at the eye-hatch
insatiable vision shrinking the void
through which fools escape leering like holes
published nosehairs and the flushed past
rubik's around the core of our squared souls
gleaming in the puzzle of categorized dimensions, and dying in those dimensions
ornamented with terrorized gardens
burnt in the failed protection of self
barren and broken to look upon fusillade
purple hazing of day's close the sky-comb rainbow,
filling up the plugs of pasted-together beings
with overpowering acceptance of vagina rule
dance floor splitting to reveal a swimming pool on TV.

My torpedo body on earth
devil existence redeemed
by harmonizing with all the elements of man
on the shell of the cosmos
for an ephemeral audience
aghast at the authority of murder
and the backwardness of innocence
smashing the floors of civilization with a head-butt
failing at it and loving it
lit up by the barrage of oblivion
with the embracing fire that lives
possessed and crackling in the honor of madness
blood-sweet cost of inspiration
worshipped unto the hearth of beyond this
where motherfuckers just swim in the air
where there is great peace and calm over the damned land.

Trees are terraforming with roots
plumbing the dark soil and deep soil
to start a new world every day
here she comes with a smile for starch
overwhelming the trashed scenery
with hips, apple prizes in the face,
lips and lazily muscular, thighs.

Zones of evaporated milk
flung through the ribs by an eyes's
distance.  Remnants of salt world
on the tip-tongue of blossoming spores
tasting with the body
retching with the body the old world

Born under the eye of the enemy,
afraid to run.
Afraid to run.
Born with the enemy watching.
They update themselves
every now and again.

They have a cleanly way
about them.  They update
themselves again and again.
Making the fabric burn
dancing and pointing at the flames
heroes in their neighborhoods
with time for dissecting whimsy.

Frivolous devil with time to disfigure
I have become your twin.
You've even begun to speak like me.
We inhabit each other's shade
in the corporate sunlight
where we polish ruin and ruin is shut off

Born under the eye of the enemy--you,
mother-raper, de-sweetener of tombs
and fire ceremony, devil eyes in the camp,
die.  And be reborn under your own gaze.
Learn the air behind the mirror.

In the corn of corn self
fields grown ladies to sculpted forests of static
backdrop, green tears from the heart
of an overused sun, eye wearied
orange by too much seeing.

Blowing radios into molten flower
announcements of death universal in music
touching rented roofs with
urgency of umbrella'd voice,
pushing green housed roof off,
lavender breathing through hands
milleniums of expressive torso
tilted offices of man sliding and
draining from broken windows
karate females wheel a stewardesses' cart
through a parking garage
world's empty pocket
flipped by a single string

The whole carpet of earth
torn up, units of light dissolved
into cold, warrior deprived
by a world without mission

riding the ferris wheel with drunk
abandon in his buttocks, searching
treetops and machines for the popcorn heart,
anime mouth ecstatic that burps and winks the sun
pouring sweet spit on the drum skin
open fields of tar mouthing plumes
of pink whistling smoke blowgun swamp
forest stripped and steaming
chipped stalks interrupting peak time
rooms ache to feedback walls in silver flower
drooled inkwell of desk erection dream
strobed cliffs melt an archway
fallen hands of time follow the green

light through: salt water licking
silently otherside of a force field
fold-up chairs on fire slanted forward
the empty throne of heaven reflecting
gartered legs spread down behind the descending
threshold, low golden inter dimensional bed
where the poor make love between
a phantom savior's series of soft clefts,
fanged butterfly lips, take my blue, my mountain
memory into your narrowed vastness.

Whatever else is fiddle, my Earth
comes to meet the arc
of what I am sculpted
meld spirit with body brain
clay is always falling, this scepter island
will bobble on the static of
a world hunkering backward into speech.

Open telepath mind, universal swoop
of endless hunger
reaching the totems of finality
passing into perfect darkness
colored and re-colored with
the touch of reality's blood
fallen from the trunk of
high-reaching souls,
speaking to be recorded
and not felt.  Imprisoned
in the belly of this legal talk,
scythed hack of matter.

The border's twerked on circuitry
of power, goddess tree humming with amps
melody is a buzz in the daisy bright chain
encircling a campfire
guns melted on the hearth
and bronzing back at the sun
its bullet error of man.

Mask nested with vapors,
pouring out of purity's breakage
in high walls that stood on the mind
scales of fury, long strands of volume in eyes
magic carpet over the vacuum
pissing.

Snails flow on the neck
of the deflowered statue.
Spears of fence head shopping bag
around the galaxy bulbs
an original kink in the fabric
that keeps grabbing and grabbing
for the laughter of descendants
and the thrill of the banquet
in heart and belly
dissolving all holds on her swerve

planned and unplanned totalities of love and the spread of
phallus-headed unicorns
re-selling a holy gait vaguely toward
the future, where kisses hiss shut into the air
and trains go backward in the carelessness
your gloved march left undone,
sons of it's gleaming
less of the taint with your error,
criminal souls, impartial as crows
discussing nature, narrow tongues
god-wide minds pointedly hot
taking part in the madness of the passing hours,
neglecting the path of forgetfulness
stolid in numbers trapped
volcanoes in thought built up

will reap able and treacherously beneficent children,
the multi-path'd with full hooves split on sky
happily tucked like a pie
sled on the museum you opened in my head
by landing on me.

Noon passes on a slope, feminine bi
cycles pass liquidly in flippant schism
the frothing of the last volcano's mouth
forking gardened hillside with rock
pathways for gawking lizards
in perfected human attire;
there are beings like us
in other worlds, devouring
their way towards us right now.

Following jagged footprints
on a dung heap, twiddling antennae,
to find the sun's tractor beam,
the lost features of the moon
and the called of silence
to be filled with minerals
in endless tide, abstractedly
worshiping.  Mouths hung
on the choir's clothesline
of rhythmic existence,
a song of houses blocked by rain,
pizza on rain-tables
napkins peppered by
lipstick grams, pyramids
of eyelids stacked and stacked
to the hot treetops.

Radiant plush that fades
the eyes back into the teeth,
the voice back into the neck,
the neck back into the ass...

Furry light, that opens
a morsel in the blood,
a tangled pour,
crystallized volcano of effort
prism led to court of dead owls,
miceless claws of the judgmental dead.

Dashed slobber of mutuality,
why are you calling me
back through cloud factories
to be mercilessly painted by eyes?

Many-mirrored flutter, parallelograms
of copulation squeezing treadmills
free of daisies, many-pharoah'd tombs
bursting with rice salt honey vulvaic stimulaters
body-spiders friend from the gone age
an ember in her waistband
as I pass myself meeting her.

Tug of cumulus on the bloodstream.
Shat fences pull up from dregs.
Fiddle of washed-out frog mouths
in the tubs of collapsed immunity.
Flung to it like vegetable, a pursed
triangle for mouth's radio dial,
enemy savior, Freya, toasted imitator.
Your grains in the prints of my fanged sand.

Pointed away from the source of light, the curved cornea grow
on low vines and softened gelatin
its gilded dome topped by a statue
stigmatized by the props of four other dancers
a picture window loosened around the plants beneath the outer scales
pods as bush and pole promiscuous as alley cats
called seed-making hips in the strawberry patch
and burgundy snakes adorn her christmas wish stars as campfire badges
chasing and trying to eat rain onto the living room floor;
we nursed and rocked, we sang together.

Blocks of velvet alternated with solid crystals
babyhood wrapped in teeth and hair
handprints and footprints made numerous people and scenes assemble
each one with a coat of decoupage embroidered.

The keystone of green boughs with straight pins
string berries on wedge made of finger and thumb flute
an envelope of silence pouring out his torrent

Buck-wild silver out on the trellis
of the known, snail's trail
of ooze from the rectum,
a soothing smile, a leer
on the rope, anointment
of lovemaking, payment of light
from hardening ceiling, milk-roast
that inhabits caverns and canyons
freezing into flower, the lid of rock
like a monk's mouth, bristles
articulate of wrists, sun's
urge less whipping on waves
of long unkept forests froth
mirroring out from a tremor
of total life spunk lost
in the forest celebration's
egg nothingness caught
and besieged with knuckles of bird
lay on out the blue mat--
as violins nod to the imaginary center
baby god bows out of his death tuxedo.

Going to war with flesh in a sun ray
benched for a river of ozone
birch flowing on hills of no empire
crumbled seats of stone
android informed hillocks
flicking ash into a soft abyss
watching it balloon into clamor
on the steam floor of the last world
and the last world
and the last.

Kingdoms of leaf on which
to sit in elevated shadow of oil.
Ruined gaze that inhabits
the transparent seas.