Propeller face blowing away
the confetti of the body
peaks and rippled green
going down to the dark water
with a silent blade,
scum tracking fibers of light
over the sand carved lands
with a reeking guitar
a screaming pile of oiled leather
and a recipe of scorched silk
the beauty of a famous liar
licking up the charcoal stricken milk
from a corner rusty shovels touched
when the moon went out
like a cloth on a wintry diving board
sharing thin paint
ice carving out the photosynthetic tiles.

Trash pile's fire light
the web of paths sodden with blue
descended skies in leafy buckets
berries popping concrete ramps
the twine of slug movements in bark
roots climbing laundry pockets
high slabs plateau'd steel
red veins tapping a grape
carving ditches in a fallen sun
swooping a chiseled canyon

the character of empty prairies
grass vertebrae tracking
a sprinter's statuesque elemental tool
imprinting cool cylinders
hole puncher of a molten heart
wet knuckle hoarding paper blades.

I see rooms and vacant figures
buried in the silk of film
passages latched to foam
that give aging bodies rest
porcelain footpaths and
the alphabet of a spiked tread.

Frozen doorways for a punctured soul
that walks the rain on eight leashes.
Long beds singing with rushed graces
embroidery of grand fossilized orifices
hissing to the ruts of time.

Buds that slide across a single claw
decorating a wrecked pillowcase.
Slashed curtains hitching
a skinned windowsill
dangling over the padded
markings of death.

Charcoal sunrises tickling
a chicken voice
from a papered over
sob.

Main streets tugging
the shallow flow
of vagrant water
to the pinnacle's powdered arm.

Shrink wrapped earth and night
the black eyes of a golden dog
hip bone's celestial bridges
keys that wink in the net's bottom
slats of oiled wood across the hooded moon
ledges of painted salt cliffs
ebbing and sparking pine bark walls
the caked earth of drum hands
throbbing from an ancient cave
hot webs of gum trees
interlacing broad banded leaves.

A minnow in forehead iris
darting between scorched brows.

Freak on a tower of vaseline
stump flower plugging the phone
of a vacant lot
with bright chalk towers
the dotted frames of hot eyes
through shackled and searching structures
that inhibit the moon
hoops and raging poles in cracked tar's
rust of echoes
tires that cross the field
as an empty telescope
scrapes and delivers the frisca
of a million lights
rolling down the dome sides
like a car wash steaming.

Irregular walls on salt scratches
marble rails and rounded squares
trickling screens that palpitate lettered hand prints
the grease paint of shuttered doors and oily blood
the pouring mouths of stone chained in dragging feet
fine flesh in a plastic sleeve
tree forks tacked with electric light
dry skeletons caught in the depths of fragrant skin
wet banners bleeding optic lids
and machine gun numbers
the softness of pigeon grey
plucking fragile glass.

This pit of grinding and surging earth
gears and turning towers
vines to crawl the bloated sun
the curve of shores and their heaps
coppery iron bones and storms of pink flesh
leafy boats in a diamond swarm
hands covering electric sockets on a moving wall
tongues of cloud bundles tumbleweed clumps
blood boiling the skin of potato
mineral cliffs giving forth the vitamin salt
to the rainbow over the cauldron
and the brainpan's snickering pop.

A feline's coffin in a case of cracked ribs,
a soft skull pushing whipped cream on a fertile curb,
melted bridges between fingers and pine paths
yielding scribbled stone,
the tissue and cartilage of tied-up days
running milky floorboards
wire brushes on the scalp that craves
bloody pushcarts across riverside paths,
womb's creaking birch and ripped fork,
ink's blight of oceanic paper
and radiant sleaze.

Bulbs and bread and palace homes
fortresses of painted glass for protected paper
rock barrier trails glinting through the sparks of separated bodies
gaze from the naked cold on parallels of bright lit tables
faces sanded to the grain of wood that their blood resembles
hinges glued to ornaments sliced from the living earth
trunk's totem of navels and pock marked branches
the claw mark of tinsel stars
blankets furry wires.

Slats over the earth mouth ditch
wet pebble trails
to a throat of broken ice
a curve of patted mud
near the wilting fires
stuck length of a rooted spear.

Blankets on broken logs
the teething sunrise
in a bucket of shining water.
Lumps of clay with moss lids
tied to the tilting trees.

Dark orbits the wrapped up rainbow
stacking successful trees
combing swamps and circling paths
a mouth of tar's wiggling branches
tires and caps in an old room corner
bland rocks on the tan shell of a floor
chipped mirror glass in a glaze of straw
chains of breasts faces and legs
following the rhythm of copper pipes
in a foam glued wall.

Tables and chairs in tawny boxes
ropes and rubber clasps a transparent ceiling
the singing in empty rooms
and the staring land.

A woman's shape
drilled into the facade of my skull
under the vapor streams
of racing airplanes.
Nipples cutting out eye patches
a ripped-off body suit's wet balloon.
Bones bundled together like twigs
in the clench of universal rubber.
Skies eating a headless neck
slow pulse of blood released
petroleum soda fountain
on a crooked and isolate square.

Earth oozing through brick and wire
paint dripping the chipped teeth
over paperwork cliffs
locked cabinets bobbing
on a tide of plastic heat
demolishing lionesque eyelashes.

Claw's cursive on the lonely tool
dribbling rejected children.

In the light that always goes
some rhythm of interrupted grey
struggles to take a man's form.
These paths that cross to find his feet
are the marks of a galactic knife.
As the current goes wild through sap
roots clench and turn the watered soil.

The dreams of dullards
will take over the earth.
Madness will become compulsory.
Chains will pass through flesh
and transform into glistening oil.
His skeleton will find a screen
for the fire's pop, the falling orbits,
to cast off their dust and be
stuck with blood again
running the crescent curve
from a net of beds.

And a slattern's crayon sun
of ragged rays
with no chemical center
will fill up his toothless mouth
to dance on the paper multitudes.

Monday picture frames, Tuesday haircut,
the robot's eye scans my cancer
and pins me down to garlic tables.
The gleaming ocean gathers me seamlessly
and spreads me out,
a fine ash whirlpool shape
tendrils of cumulus oil.
Glass buckets of bovine hearts
spilling down the theater steps.

Butterfly wing desktops
flipping like fake fingernails
closets hallway deep
leaning gravestone walls.
Cinnamon vinegar torso singing
swinging a long wet rag.
Crouched like a hose
on the fire escape
a waiting cat's mouth
she brings me milk
for my raging tea.

Sad ribs under a pretzel head
spine covered with clothespins
and tender wires
lungs in an orchid bloom
tree's trunk remolding paper skin
chest cavity's moss goblet
beads of cracked and softly singing water
woolen mitts for the sticky eyeballs
and salt-scarred feet gone missing
in a quilted glade.

Orchards bare to the touch
blowing bubbles of wood
vein's highway in the eyes
streaking bows of stone
pebbles trickling down
the skater's curve of a copper fountain
dimes notched in the tower's spike
the claw that is a door
scribbling long sidewalks
frost adorning shallow pools
the monkey bars of mercy
on meticulous straw.

Stung orbits
that wobble the magnetic center.
Vaulted flesh of ages
twitching upper hallways.
Grass parting at the entrance to the cornfield
pipes of bright notched fiber.
A path of fur on the soil
leading high to low land.
Tapestries of ointment
fingering cool blades.

A ring of lights in the rippling harbor
where the docks float sepia spines.
Shelves of separated leather
pouting cannibal lips.
A circuit laid out in strands
that drive existence.

One pilot of water
dishing scorn to the succulent curve.

The spotlight and the starlight
and the street light
tell me I am a
symbolic animal.

And my track mute,
and my butt hole,
and my drinking.

Encased peaks cut through
the firs on the hillside.
Painted lines escape
drifting off like spray
across the wounded airwaves.

Mosaic of paste clay walls
wig on a stick
near the burners.
Chopped up unfinished chair
in a crater of engine oil.

The surface shows me the shape
of what I breathe.
The slipping root
to bloody channels in the deep ground
framing mirror stacks
lid pouches and a silk wreck
parking weary thrusters
bright packed tar.

Kitten of light contacting palm
staircases washed by receding floods
every blinking chimney wrapped
in a wreath of vines.

Ditches of diamond water
licking garage corners
girders levitated through the vapors
calling from a radiant gorge.

Antennae on a pyramid of shingles
and peppered glass.

The interwoven half-dead brothers
shaking a thicket of painted branches
fighting on a road in the sky
bolting barriers
to the shimmer of a careless frond
patching each other with drifting fabrics
hoping the hologram will crack
as it has cracked before
while the beam flickers
in an unwilling iris
seams frothing and a milk navel
peeled glass orbs in a salad of lettuce
firmament shaking meat.

Barbed wire horizons
heat buffeting the crawling shells
the elegance of frozen sand
molten glass pouring from a saucy mouth
arabesque of spray painted trash cans
linked by adhesive blood
at the palace door's crooked eye
a moat of chains and fiber optic handles
volcano's plastic rim
spilling teeth and letters.

A sanctuary platform's rounded corners
running with slime of punctured lungs
the belching of delayed infancies
a towering cotton sword
descending twilight glue
and small meatballs
thumb's radiant corpse
dragging from the engine switch
blue words and ephemeral bones
a cutaway basement's
transparent slug.

Isolate fleck of angst
grey sun in the depths
streaming agonized beams
over the broken gaze
and the welcome of the meek hills
in the chains of discontent
he had tasted order
forsaken the train of occurrences
numb in a swathe of green leather
fork of events where velvet tears rock
the ink heart penetrates
a singing ulcer,
rooftops are canonized
as living bodies
the gold yield of silver space.

Above the clouds and forked lightning
in the frame of a chair
tapping finger tips
around an invisible prism
coal of eyes in a water-wounded skull
kneecap spikes and loaded loins
sparking all over the half buried stones
stacked pots of moss
clay pyramid's tongue of light
from one vacant window
wires connect the fur of the ears
to an empty trench
stripes of melted clothing
and a rock snake mountaintop garden's
ring of fertile thorns.

A taffy skull
under the charcoal chain of lights
long and spongy tongues
rolling over a wooden skyscraper's dock
stretched along the popcorn sand
prickling impaled skin.

Neon snakes on the wall
of a bleach-fed pool
water's cover of cabin-sized leaves
leaving limestone shadows
on a linoleum deck.

Thoughts for the swirling brush
the tail of a bone cage
spreading tapioca branches
feathers burning on hand cuffed bamboo
a coconut dripping letters
and electric fries.

Pineapple branches
webbing over the night
piercing green pentagrams
soup of smashed light bulbs on oil
flowing coat hanger shoulders
the scream of a scratched wet jaw
and chimney teeth.

Processions of four-door cylinders
chrome sleek as milk
mushroom veins
of the umbrella highway
a tragedy of unseen drains
lichen-fed graffiti
in the cliff side openings
portholes thatched
with disappearing hair
a dancing window
dripping over icicle fangs
cheese clotted rails,
lung tissue fencing.

Bridge of bones salted by frost
the urgency an acid-powered light
projects on rock
color sifting cracked rivers
fingers tapping in metallic gloves
skull pinned beyond the spine
by a telephone pole
spanked body naked on ice
shoveling a sandstorm iris
butchered paper cones
to candied labyrinth
the souls of a vacuum hose.

A desk on the precipice arm
by a cake of bricks
swollen with raging pipes
far from the pink water spout
bread framed in butter plates
and slim dry leaves
mounds of frozen geode.

Let dawns be what they will
in our crooked kingdom
and salt overcome the sea
for this shining morsel
poisoned with gloss
sprayed moss on glade
overcoming error
covered stairwells singing
the evaporated houses
where you and I stood and smoked
once together
outside the vague night-tousled
laundry station
numbers pushing to the untouched dark
what names could not have been
so many disintegrating mercenaries
blurred voices out to dismayed oceans
sickening voices yearning
for a quick and clean regret
a long row of seats
on the settling tar.

Where the fire flies winked
around the proceeding grass
red gallons precipitously waited
and the fur of tree tips sang
soaked pathways slick with frost
and blossoming fungus, canyon paths
descending carnivorous harps
to the miraculous vegetable's gleaming hillsides,
the benefactor of all these whirling blades
crouched in a hand made shadow,
long tooth body's insides
unyielding to the mountain's velvet scale.

Buildings rise in the night
cubes glowing under moss
levitating vines
dangling cars and unscrewed rail
the curved lid of many horizons
breaking into a single eye
rising in the lots of the lost
silt of time's vein
running off it like lard of paper
cloud ropes on painted lines
the trickery's departing vapor
sanded engines tracking a skeletal wall
to a bleeding stem.

A gloved shade finger walking
on cobwebbed canals
umbrella of sharpened knives
to greet the radial jungle.

A peak in the biologic gravy
swerving and ripping ornaments
poultice of buried masks
smearing daylight teeth
a poured concrete corner
snoozing molecules
in the cultural icicle
that a windowshade baby has become
toe head surfing a shielded wave
leaping funny pits of gravel
brain stem leaking from amplifiers
the fork of a wooden chair with no arms
in front of the cut chrome embattlements
torso lapping at the wind like a tongue.

The path on a bridge top
for a walking vessel
minding the sonic gristle of light
afoot through the length of trees
tips like a bone shard
pebbles sculpted on a gasoline finger
roots whip cracking rock walls
bungee cords yank a descending form
to a water tank's rim
at the edge of the stereophonic sky
with its sheets of transparent coils
and bubbling wire.

Aspirin melting into my vampire gills
rib's case of cathedral walls
soap carved by robotic drill
showerhead's field of delayed stars
a sleeve of plastic doors
lighting candle wax of bones
grid's unlit windows
pink garage's library of soaked books
arteries mapped on punched cards
mopped halls in reflection of pent-up grandeur
chandelier's whale of hearts
dropping crystal hair.

I couldn't make it
to the holy sacrament.
Black doves ream a circle
around my muddy feet.
Blades for plowing the grid
rest on engine grills
water runs and shakes the concrete.
Benches rise on balloon strings
framed faces and reptile confetti.
Kitchens open to a hail storm
long gleaming tables.
Faint movement of the clocks
the necklace glimpse
of a world without people.

Mirror wheels
on a train track of electric bass
cans and bottles blowing
in directed wind.
And a sash of cloth tattoos
from gun hand to grinning mask.

Popcorn fists of animalia
ropes on a swollen deck
seams blinking and heaving.

The heart of a bat
beating in the window shutters
an upside down pyramid's eye
that straightens the lightning bolt's path
to the water's lid
a bent door handle
fleshing.

Stacks of ointment
flicking golden lead
to the skies dissolved
fledgling strut through
the tubes of blood.

Hot breaths through me not yet articulate
the lightning strike of vertebrae
landing in horizon's turf,
heel grinding an arrow
on a granite mattress
crooked streak of snow to the wet mouth
tossed through the wrinkled altar.

Thatched reverberant peaks
pregnant with nutritious ice
sleeping currents over
knots of ripped moss.

Antennas of mercy and grace
leaking radiant ephemera
cliffside's pigmentation of chalk traces
bulbs of a patchwork womb.

As if there is a hole in my vision
from the waters of birth
a veil that opens the sky
that my marrow senses
formulae jangle out of the stunned trees
giving names to the blood in my head
each cell in the chain of being
setting a tramped-on garden
with a ring on the thorn of life
a roof that holds its raincloud of fallen knives
and a glistening tuber
the sound of the leaves all
coming down on a sheaf of pipes
a hillside spilling silt
and its light of many beams
from cracked sand
the curving ribs of a painted cave
giving forth to wood.

I went cigarette road and television way
over the slim flapping barriers
painted parking spots weeping
slugging the furry wheel
seats in a theater of packed dirt
decks of plastic output
riding immortal vines
blades in the earth
growing vein dark squares
wires pricking hot confined light
in the lay of silver rails
curves of sighing rock
and the carnival in the mirror
that remains in motion
while I ride on its breath
apart.

Diamond sides glinting
with denied energy
skid nimbly over
my covered table
tonight.

Rash renegades of the solar hustle
putting yarn to bed on glass.
Wagon cages rolling by
towards the leather covered bridges
trailing mated scars.

A network of feather boas
slipping around the footrest
of an electric mountain.
Stubs of the maker's fingers
falling into our clouds.

Drum skin reading the sky
tugging threads of armor
over a freckled slab of stone
pool of melted bones
lighting flares in transparent feet
a skyscraper gravestone
where magnets link hands
and flush souls into the depths.

Radiant forehead fractured by blue lines.
Spastic beings shoveling cold subways
to a plastic slide.
Floors falling through the feathery ascent.
Mud turning to glass in a besieged antenna.

Emptiness climbing numbers
up a drifting cathedral
the blueprints in a lightning stroke
the vaulting of imprisoned form
for imprisoned form.

Kings of the shelf
and the twisting wind
layer of sparks
suited in glimmering plastics
past the sea of toppled tree trunks
past miles of slotted ooze
waffle iron lines
on a painted duck
a plume of water in a workman's belt
a handstand on speckled girders
above the furnace of the cabinet's file
in a glaze of lipstick and cement
an octopus of skulls
flossing with electric wire.

Limbs across the peak
of a wrenching divide,
bricked-over eyes
pouring ribbon trails
through steaming masonry.

Painted hair stuck
to an inky brain,
the torso a twanging boomerang,
each blood vessel
a roller coaster car.

Marks of shovel and claw
turning green in gashed red plastic
oil gushing from abandoned media
in wadded-up leather cemeteries,
forks of dark grey steam
tapping a crowded lung.

High-backed chairs facing
rivulets of moss
on a cracked and spackled wall
antennae scraping a fluorescent dish
a steeple's ceiling,
the rope of a disintegrated bell.

High roads and salted crystal highways
roped-off doors glinting painted rubber handles,
prints on land and prints on steam
stickers and silk screens
of dissolving mountains,
a dim couch in a hot-lit hall
the massaged vapors
still creeping over a futuristic desk
in some locked attic,
wood skull's interior
poked by the motion of stars
and the reproduced music.

A luminescent figure
topped with tits
steam robes fluttering
over the graveyard
long rooted fangs
in the gelatin of spinning earth
partitioned lands' split melon shells
barbed wire's painted fingers
lakeside pool's stacked pyramid of pines
network of airport railways
glinting light through
the rust overhead.

There's a turner's falls
for every square inch
of this earth.
A web of blood that joins
the outskirt thicket's
reaching hands.
The holy transfer of eyes
to a peak of ice,
a ridge of blades,
a blank flag.
Landscape flapping
on a punctured screen
sliding concrete walls.
Graffiti hearts landing
on a sodden doorstep.
Glass cages bunched together
on the beaten ground.
A suitcase of scarves and cars
unmercifully kicked open.

Sky repaired by roving drones
shy minerals and accidents
a path carved through the arm of earth
punching a quartz wall
outlines of an elegant past
on the printed rock
sending out tendrils and feelers
from the stirred heart of mercury
twilight dripping with fangs in a tilted mirror
shocked eyes of the refrigerated body
lid's gaze of the staring scalpel
the written gold of jawbone
re-scripted on a turning wheel.

Rows of bushes roped together
on a hillside's back
adding muscle to skeleton
for astral nudes
curves and light bulbs
breaking soapy chains
the barbed convergence
of competing darknesses
teeth rattling on the dock
like a necklace
webs in crater mouths
a gum-chewing crevasse
pushing thicket branches
white building's yellow edge
and purple steeple
red crucifix of eyes
a crane's neck stabbing a rock wall
shovel scoop drowned
at the mountain's feet
the whiskers of machinery
dragging a limp mirror
clenched rolling pin
and immovable brass bench
scene oiled by burnt skin cells
the camera's body of thatched grass.

The stage slithers to my feet.
Everybody wants their god
to touch me first.
Hot globes of flesh dripping
with smashed brains.
Trays of bright alfalfa
slipping through a cracked door.

Strung-up legs in the eye
of a planted camera.
Vine-spun air winding
around a coffee table,
catching light in skulls.

Walls chalk foundations
with sliding autopilot
zagging the brief skin's
latchkey octopus of fingers
searching attic ribs.

A huge skeleton under the forest
dancing heat to the veins of moss
on a screen of rock.

Bones ragged with maps
crossing the divided air.
Paths in valleys of hardened sap
shimmering far and raw
on the distant earth.

Aisles between crates
multiplying in the scaffold's ribs.
Brightness parting the metal sheaves
that guard the ceiling's birth.
Slick wood littered with mouths
snaking trunks and knotholes.

Mass rising with a chain of caves
and a man's head in golden ware.

Honey on tar curves
a cracked lens in the peaks of the hills
swamp to the roots of wooden walls
crinkled hair on quartz
shining a black elbow;
triangle chunks of soil
bleeding tusk light.

The lid on things worn and discarded
wearing thin beneath the planetary tide.
Forked rivers cold slashing the sand blankets
towering leafy limbs and rock waste
cones and vegetable twine
vinegar eyes watching through
the creased and wrinkled floorboards.

The mind is a bridge on fire.
Bumpers are in the clouds,
decorating rocks, on the salad.
Pepper speckled with water
broadcasting voices and eyelids.
Thimbles of edible paint on the
lashing tongue, leaking into the body.
Bones touching scarred wood
on an altar of strings and gashes,
a curling frame that piles hair
to break metal.

Sliding knife tables
the puppetry of living layers
open on the cutting board.

Teeth nipping at the tendon
of the great arch
that unites the double-sided heavens.

Worm on the bread of dusk
to touch the singing lights.

In the hurricane's whirlpool
of trees and manufactured things,
an eye is linking bodies
in the sight of unknown worlds.

Highways drifting like plasma lockets
in the surf of competing skies.
Grains of sand that vomit condominiums.
Hoops of starlight making a lasso
for my bones.

Tape dragging the reel
over a long hill.
Boulders bursting
on the bulb of atmosphere,

the paint of dust with blood
rings of the old orbit resurrecting
tender wires through a maze of
phallic antiques.

Out on a glued limb leaking glass
frame corners cracked in two tear ducts
satin sashes vacated on floating sofas
heel stamp half flattened tubes
on the wide tin pipes
that grow to the underside of roads
iron spoken to red paint faces
reflecting in the spines and shadows
the carve of blood through creaking wharves
the run of a projecting surface
shaping vision to follicle fresh from blade
the snubbed orgasm
trickling waves of bark
to bend the leafy veins.

Dyed by the moving hills
trail hen pecked by tiny meteors
coat hangers falling on tinted snow
and the cardboard boxes of meaning
touched by the dark lands.

High folders radiant with marks
in the disintegrating kingdom.
Hands folded in parenthesis
on an ember that sticks.

Split walkways flowing
over a fallen sun,
lamp posts bent toward
encircling mountain ranges.

Shale banks leaking torpedoed jeans,
sandy fingers packing the air
with specks of reflective glass.
The naked stowaway of earth
benched body guzzling foam
in a hosiery of smoke and eyelashes.

The curve of a granite arse
nicking pages of linoleum.

Blade's necklace of diamonds
clicking jaws on the face
of a refrigerator door.

A trash bucket singing to heights
as it bumps the slate canal.

A cage of hair
pulling a whirlwind of bones
paint cold on the tools and the tar
suffering lunar rain
sap-stuck attic handles
lighting up grey dust
hooks in frozen rivers
from tightening chains
file folders wet with printed blood
that the orbits do not cool
a cycle of shrinking screws
at the bottom of a plastic cup.

Wheels on a shingled roof
follow surging wings
weight takes off
over the milk-sprayed forest hills.
Spiralling throat-sewn injected water
leaking shadow homes
blocks and buttons stamping
independent bodies with rusted blades.

When the fire of autumn fused with my bones
roads floated like balloon snakes
airport lakes pushed bubbles of soap
to the kitchen counter shore
where circuits move through earth
on bent lines.

Hillside fires and sliding horizons
the shutting of crucifix doors.
benches' fingerprinted cups
twitching a crooked filter.

Waterfalls on stone
at the root's edge
spouting ferns
and trailing ravished vines.

Half shadow half man
in the terror of a shaven mirror
ducking under elongated swerving pipes
in a sanctuary of water and metal
light through low windows
ringed cages and the crack of prancing bones
steps outlined on a flinch of milk
crying molecular beams to a church of branches
where some swimming hand
stacked the wrinkles of a put-out cigarette
plates in gilded coils and flat embroidery
ceiling aflame with hair and roving nostrils
eyes heavenward piercing plaster
guy's outline on a curl of snake
where the puddle caves in
and the paved floor glistens.

Pouches of daylight
on the slithering fence top
cones of shovel blades
spilling dirt blood's crushed seeds
through a net of fallen flagpoles
straps of fake fur
in the creases of an ancient brow
rock shoulders pinpricked with beads of oil
crane hands mashing wood colored putty
eyelashes chomping abdominal wound
to catch a rain of boulders.

A canopy of porticos
for the open-mouthed house
embedded in the thick hillside
light bulbs muffled in pine
where the waterfall's footrest breaks
and shoots cracks through the guardrail
of a palpitated road
a doorframe in the railway
pepper edging these pillars of salt.

Chrome knobs twitching on a fortress wall
of wigs that rode a mannequin's stare
limbs melting in a stadium teacup
these ascending reefs.

Embroidery of steel shielded glass
letting light touch a sheaf of paper
trapdoors open animal lids
in the cemetery ceiling
arms trailing shoes under moss
the sparks from a dyed bronze letter.

A statue sewn to a parachute
and the tug of war in the hollow wind.
Ripped cushions that pin whirling quills
to a shaft in the crust of earth.

Chipped lips coating a flying tether
at the end of a fog-lit dream
and the cream in blackness.

Cotton skin on wooden bones
runs across the ice bridge
skanking and flaming
among the running and dripping flags
over eyes of stone
a curb of impacted soil.

Marking bird houses
with charcoal fingernails
kneepads over each breast
the stem of a brush
jabbing at the bulb's womb
fist in a long vase
fireworks from the linkage of the wrist
pouring through the milky way.

Labyrinths of shot-out tar
slate's mica of fake windows
glinting from wall to wall.

Watching the island's moat fill up
around the town square
chiseled granite prodding a clay bulb
tires on string circling a sand box
cream skies wagging a faint gate
to the backwards body
hopping from hill to hill
pine sticks tickling a court side slab
the thorns of a flying vine
that maps the heavens
and chains to hold a rubber seat
as it swings the guts and laughing guise
of a younger world.

Still the scorned sidekick of death
hunkering packs down concrete paths
crooked heels on cracked branches
the tidal rock in a pile of solar rays
ice dribbling fractured ax handles
synthetics flying with a delicate heap
of cooperating metals
fires ticking that have informed cave walls
the shed skin on a chain of rocks
sinking dust to a zone of magma.

Paper sticks holding up a leafy body
fan blades pulsing from a far wall
red foam of bricks in tinsel
coat hanger hooks gesturing
like curled fingers
to a lonely room.

The quills of a creator's fingers
suffering in darkness
escaping heat of long-limbed machines
tapping empty pipes into soil
crushing clay formations
into the vein-led earth,
the prowl of the ocean.

Shades on the light that will not fade
through the cool millions.
Thrower of womb-fond lightning
dressed as his own dancing daughter
in the cemetery of square things
with his equator of oval mouths
singing to tar and feathers.

Strings ripping soil bridges
an orange light from the brown ground
coffee spouts in palpitating rubber concrete
a bronze star fishing through
a shattered walk.

Stairways zig-zagging
on the jolts of a crater's elbow
pine sap from the ruffled ribs
a penetrating chair
that spins in fragrant oil.

A glass sheen on brick walled boxes
and breaking fluorescent cylinders
capped eyes shooting quill teeth
through the roar
of an ancient tunnel.

Rattling wire trails
that enwrap a lunar meteor
a lake of dust from empty bellies
of the folded dead.

A path on the globe's incisor
carving heavens to grass
a perch of stone
on the hurtling mountain
leaving streamers of skin
and bone and blood
a gap between the places
where souls enter
and where they take flight
to dark matter
the super sphere nibbled
by flying particles
dwarfing the hot earth
with indifferent magnitude
cluster on transparent cluster
in ascending chains
to the heart's core
of coalescing gravities
in shifting orbits
a shaft of broken tree length
pointing to the collapsed diamond
in the ribs of a fallen boar
and the substance for eating
and the outer shells colliding
with nothingness into form
with space full
and jungles of plenitude
foaming into plastic
the ancient soul in heels
and headdress
of lactating rubber.

Light drags its feet
over the rippled rooftops
sheets of melted sand
painted iron poles
and rug fibers of
grease-stained stairs
an owl's mask on the face
of a naked man.

Lopped-off tops of pine trees
tangled in lightning-stuck wire
skeletons berserk for hot bulbs
yanking veils across a crescent moon.
A gash in the earth
that oozes paper grids
through a clearing of grey animal jelly.
Ax head landing on the target skull
prepared with wax
the forks of a thriving tree
driven up from a rotting belly
and its web of seeds.

Eggshell lanterns
the rust of long steel bones
a hilltop's bleeding paint can pyramid
cracking toothy lids.

Dealt into the woods
tired eyes on wings
crawling ripples of bark
crashing trunks
and twanging branches
the fluttering of names
rubber rings of banging doors
the curve of an observatory window
ten fingers on the latch
blood under glass hands
the replication
in the loop of the needle
a stone-wheeled bicycle
rolling home alone.

The parade in the door frame
snarling mouths and vacuum hoses
stuck doors on cloth
waiting for the oil,
cherries unmoored from life
glimmering to the hilt
a shore drawn and shaded
with lines of visitation
that flicker from
a swamp of ink.

Let the fingered head
lie in its heap of blossoms
discovering five legged tigers,
a plow horse leaning on
the glacier's wall of salt
left for remembrance.

Let the shelter of doves
touch its veins for sweet submersion
in this ceremony to take
out the trash.

Blunted girders stretching hot glass
over a canopy of earth-fangs and clenched hands
benches built on iron heels
godlike form curled up on slats
broken by warped measurement.

Eyes drinking the expanse of assaulted space
foam tongues gathering
like starfish in an open hand.
Piano hammers tapping a stern jaw
to rubbery hysteria.
A cobra's mouth dripping oil and milk
into a cup of blood.

Feathers in mercury that core
a spinning apple
the reading of prismatic corners
by a skidding beam of light.

A platform of ice
deformed by sunlight.
Spindly crucifix body
spine glued to an icicle.
A screaming long-toothed mouth
buffeting concrete.

Steamroller's glass cylinder
portraying cut hands.
Thin white walls flaking
on the continent.
A tunnel that meets
the underside of a drum.
Winking fiber optic lava
in the halls of earth.

Sanctuaries of cornstalk walls
naked in grey pits of water
rain cracking the high leaves
in the quaking outskirts.

Severed tendons
that gush like reproduction
against a bulletproof sky.

Spires of domes
from breaking seeds
with tongues of reflecting knives,
channels carved in bulbous hinges,
a circle of high-backed chairs
clawed feet sinking
in soot-streaked clay.

Ball-shaped bricks
in the action of cellular mud,
threads of gum
following thick-veined eyes,
a cushion of compacted grass
biffed open by a rain
of skulls.

A solitary toilet by the river's
hammering roar, a frozen tent
of printed paper resting
on electric twigs.

Boughs of ant limbs
gelled together with spiked fingernails
hives of knotted silk
dragging a glass panel
to a purple wash cord
wooden cushions for painted people
knobs and pinholes on a high wall
log cabins rolling in water
the laughing symmetry of sky bones
crashing the barrier's heart
stalks bending boxes aloft
concrete blocks trailing blossoms
pushing thorns and needles
to the steaming hay
fevers in antenna
old stereo holes dilating on mud
the legs of loving chairs
for the bent god
pressing copper and lint control buttons
gathered sighs and whimpers
through a pink hoop of screams
the recorded hereafter.

A web of clouds
with clinging bones
a sidewalk cut away from Earth
on a pyramid of soil.

Trails of brown fur
speckled with miniature red leaves
shot-out eyes in the evening.
Trunks unfolding bark
that clenches walnut teeth
berries popping on a collarbone
the scissor's mindscape
of armpit portals.

Windows cracked by a flying
horizontal door
a sail torn off in
creaking hinges.
Pools of aging money
sinking to a concrete court
a jump rope's bags of blood
to blur the ever turning mouth
tongue's hearth and couch
cut lips rolling mint in lavender.

A path of thrown-out roses
rotting into scum green footprints
slim nakedness slapping painted metal.

Perms of frosted glass
winking in a window of tar.
Fire hydrants chugging
under the cemetery arch
on gloved hands.

Squares lighting up
through the fissures
of a punctured heel.
Tiger's flank calling
to bamboo string pick
beneath the spray of nails.
Bedpost's core among
the snaking branches
each cat of nine tails
trailing bulbs and curtains.

A visor at a cave's lip
meeting the brow's one horn
this galloping prism
swinging melodious irons
dripping a stack of cards.

They burn me down to a cold eye
lingering in the ground.
Trees come up on pulleys and wires
bushes painting roots
infertile mountains of thought.

Pregnancies of thorn earth
crumbling heaps of sound.
Peak lips on the points
of tapering leaves.

The bars of the cage
turned to bananas.
Sodden cries from the corner basement
pushing nets of lamb's heart
scales of a curving cliff
swinging chains of caked feathers.

Chopped rocks on the roof

beads of lopsided rain

oozing from cracked threads

beneath the diamond pattern.

A steamed eye

burning through its casing,

mane of clumped trousers

powdering the glass wind.

Limbs of trapped water still beating

in the curves of eruption.

Seeds following the hollow frame

of a metallic button

nailing the fringes of flying walls

to ancient brick.

Sand storms under the thudding cavern

of a plastic dome.

Light tugging ropes of rubber

over the tangled veins onscreen.

Palm-prints in butter

a mop's head on the moon reflection

marble yard's wedge

of linoleum cheese.

A trail of peaks for flying feet
trunk rippled by the stripped air
ice trail to ice trail
skidding cliff side edges
spikes in the earth and a smoking hand
wood frames on the zone's glass eye
carved by metallic fingernails
dropping whacked-off pulleys
to a bed of stones.

Slashed rubber gasping
in the tight flanks of trees
strings dangling from bent teeth
clay bodies' landscape of amps
pouring concrete canals
walls of water with
swimming snakes of paint
rushing newspaper shores
crushing ecstatic stalks
diagonal branches
slithering grey air
cracking blue eggs
against punctured nests
a mouth at the tip of a tongue
with a tongue of its own
dabbing from the eyes
spray painted in napalm
rolling red carpets
to the shattered moon
sleds of carved-out salt
riding velvet lightning
through the rings of gas giants
to an ocean heart
cloth tapestry of jaw bone hinges unfurled
star's path in a web of steam
piercing compost heaps.

Slamming ten ton dice
into the brain pan
parted lips of the cooing skull,
highways flowing on the headboard
where the bed burns
like a wrapped chunk of leaves,
spitting sleeves and rotten underthings.

A falling line stitched into the hills,
sending pedestrians with burnt beaks
soaked to the spine in petroleum.

Spring follicles that pitchfork
sound and space
with a fever of running water.

Rugs lapping brick walls
from the power of laundry cords
stretched between towers
that make the land ache
a vast forehead spewing cabinets
whose doors pour out the painted china
designed with a sacred smirk.

Paved paper from the lava pump
running engines over letters.

I am one of those whom God hates.
I sank balls.  Ate fire.
Placed guitars in a bad place.
And shoved splinters of ice
into the nostrils of the sultry.
I put a two hundred pound
laundry lady in my head.

The hills rolled like lakes of gas.
Broken treetops cracked the fenders
of the automated body.
Paint settled into albino hyena eyes.
And I was born in an anal conception
flinging roses to the flagellant core.

Stabbed into the fat cushions
with a scepter of ink.
Fucked by a destiny that speaks
my angles into namelessness,
I weep the horrible name.

Scribbling on the wall
that cuts you in,
making you their prisoner.
Defying their defiance to
stick to your ribs.
Hoping the wildflowers
will come up through
the eye holes of a fresh skull.
Giving them the scum bath
they've come to expect.
Always the clever little motherfucker
who got there before you
and now lives in your teeth.
Always the evil love
that thrills before it sickens.
And the breath of reality
burning through the sockets of your bones
and the shuttles of your organs
not caring for you one bit
and being very clear about that
for you: the one who
never listens, so beautifully.

Curve of the cave wall's arm
flaking bodies
that each take blood from rock
the hard hat soup
of rock and rolled brains
a chisel in a beam of light
driving wax from bone
as the coat racks rustle
hard benches in the dancing heels
lamp shades on the scum wreck
spiderweb of decks with lint beds
shale marker on the wall
punched with cotton rope
a pendulum of names
is the strap of the mask
landing on a laundry pile
thick with the spit of whiskey
and the chains dazzling
on the levels of the spirit
they have draped
the knife in the foot this far
to birth-grip the handle.

Frayed clouds
sky of fragments
veering into the root's brook
fierce angles of water
that pierce the brain,
chair's legs bothering the back shoulders
of a long broad woman,
the shore turning, a lighthouse
tossing her hair.

Grids of paper and ink
that fade on her searching face.
A harmony of moss and frail corners
caving in under the petroleum illumination
hands on tables bottles and blades
the screens rustling the glass
sawing its way down
through the wood foundation
the feet of stools
and high foreheads of piano.

Pine top trees I grapple with
surrounded by a bank of oaks
in high wind
the eyes that the cold would allow
smitten through a rainbow of gloves.

Shelves of tormented wire
pushing glass tobacco
the chins of brass dragons
and garbage tits.

Searing cords and frames of paint
the broken bridges that talk to my slanting body
scarred nose of a gnome in dust
growing lanky with
the bloody hinges of genius.

Lakes on fire through the frozen goldenrod.
Sparked eminences leering through the birches.
A doughnut of punctured land
crying needles to the dark hearted sun.
Lips of burnt soil pushing fresh lilacs.
An eye in the earth that does not record but devour.
Curves in oil that bring forth the child.
Poolside razors clenched in teeth of sentient palms.
Rings of mercury descending the tongue of knives
in a transparent girl.

Knuckles tapping on lightyear-long girders
highways crumbling into tooth-strewn ditches
the lamb on an island of tar nuzzling absorbent foil.
Mouths in an otherwise vacant mirror
cleaning steam with gags.
Grey-haired teens feeding the elderly with fire.

Dining room skidding and rolling across an ancient floor
in a marble of fossilized scat.
Tea fingers tapping the hemlock into a swimming spoon.
Thatch work of indecencies that disembowels the moon
and heats the bright commerce.
An ax head held in the jaw
the cock of a crucified man
emerging into rapture.

I was born to sow pain into this earth.
To touch the long tables for feasting
and make them shine with poison.
Moving floors on chains
and the spit clay basin.
Forks and shovels dangling
from a sheet of vines
in the hellish air
around my head.
Circuits of white fire
scraping down the evil backdrop.

I know I am wanted:
so many yield to this kind of hurt.
Fit for yuks, a blond yanker
open and empty headed as a goblet
plunging over the hillside's cliff of wet lips
cursing the stragglers' inward faces
for staying alive, their meekness toxic.

Mouth a smashed berry
eyes hacked eggs
thick steps lost
to the gash of the taint below.
Yarn on pipes
trickling the rust of a gravestone.

Flowing branches latch onto the sun's cage
a door in the tree house's forehead
pops with a squirrel's bush tail
and berries on the smashed edges.

Clouds tugged over the mountains
by a mill of nails.
Rails in a sinew of arms
the trail keeps reaching and clawing
bright specks in the little dirt.

Brown light on my red skin
overlooking town from a forest bank
oozing letters and fractured numbers
coming to my knees on a split stump
ribs blessing blood
head straight on a crooked tooth
cave's heart that dangles an iceberg
the skull of a lonely man
flowering beads, stem's water
the length of fiber optic eyes
a fireplace of guts
giving the wolf aroma.

Daylight rafts and moon-sunk canoes
paths that skirt the fenced-in houses
ice around our places to be walked on high
where the sand hills are gone
heaps of crooked rock
machine shoveled stacks of water landing
a rioting fan of eyes
the plume strutting in a field of daggers
raging, open follicles that dilate and blemish
shorelines mapped in plastic lines
molecules of the pale man's world
coming flag to mailbox
with a skillet of sinister ham
toning the arm of reproduction
in a hive of mirrors
dripping oil of lips
face coming out of the roof
like a surface buoy.

The dome of a frozen pond
breaking the roots of the woods
cold lips resting against the sky
tar diving under firecrackers
wood heels on a treadmill of glass
island's rift of steam
dripping wreaths of branches
over the luminous nudity
hoods of wheat-colored plastic
lids of cooked tapioca
rolling back on icy pulleys
a cornfield flattened
by a fleet of rubber rafts.

My friend of moss and twigs
wades in the river with belly-deep eyes
his famous sweater is wet
frames around his glassy fingers
shining eyes to the tilted sun
and the obtuse moon
elbows calloused to crack
the curving windows
making his tobacco signature
from a dog's cushion
globes of piss in strings of rat fur
a mattress angled like a rocket ship
on the beads of a shingled roof
breaking the leaf and the sacred bubbles
spraying the doorways
with exterminating glint
nine ceilings underfoot
in one well-fed bedroom
grinning beard beneath a ballcap
ready to read and speak to the neon tables
wooden visitors from the sidewalk
and a shark's jaw shape of lips
in place of teeth
divulging rinds of smoke
the bones of dry rivers
catapulting water.

Cream curve of a melted street
bubbling up the gradual hill
trees popping like roman candles
until the open web is an inlet against the sky
pouring the praise of hands
out to bloodlessness
the grainy sill of a ship's window
the shards of little bodies
stabbing at feet on a treadmill
forks of A-frame houses upside down
shingles bleeding sand.

The cursive of a long knife
on the back of an empty shelf.

Transparent beast of burden
gripping the chain link wall
stacks of ink at your rib sides
plates turning and gleaming
the card table and electric set
wheels inside the punched holes of the speakers
porch sidecars and fingers of cut squash
familiar ladies and strange flashes of mercury
the bar with its light bashed wood
its gambles that come apart in the air
and its sinking vertebrae
brushing hair and lips aside the volcanic heart
fine animal or decaying substance
hatching another mind scheme
in the available mirror
watching the notation on scrambled rock
scatter straws to the expected dawn.

Rain on a maze of tubes
each square morsel reflecting
a carbon window, an ant's
pelvic bargain,
the thorax divided
in playing segments,
bones on the roof
in web forms tickling girders,
pipes on long beams
trickling their heresies into motion
the interlocking daylight,
water's ribbon on sheets of bronze
the embroidered carcass
an anchor chiseling depths
the tar's surface brimming with omega
salt vein cooking
the magnitude of the heat within
churning vegetable reptile
disguising guts
bringing a rat's tail to the table
with their antique storm
a vine spent in the lost hen's hay.

Mucus rolls in my head
like a silver lake
overflowing to the sea
brains fall into the bright
petroleum of a trash can.

Lamps riding the ridge of the brow
beaten by a current that pours out
in a glory of hair.

Sprawl of cracked hinges
and barking fish
stars clawing at the helmet's curve
the tongue of a continent
trailing off into water
submerged by the print
of a captured hand.

Saw blade of teeth
the birthday candles
of a reaching skull.

The melting of a prisoner
whose blood runs into all the cracks
a sky map pulling keys and twine
from a grundle of palm trees
drifting raft
of the paper's scream.

Rivers in my hands
still flowing I am somewhat grateful
to the oblivion of things,
clouds atop goldenrod
puking puffs of white light
prow's knife in the soil of summer
an erected madman
slapping his face with sandals
on the steaming shore.

Nuts and bolts holding
red painted bodies
long hallways through
pulse of trees drinking
all the names of the sun
a yellow leaf on each eye
a seedpod's violet taper
touching buttons on the raw
embankment.

Nullscape to scrolls of creed
rolling down the hood of a parked car
armor's pentagram of pink clouds
straddling the crooked letter.

Paint lines on the spines
of a heaving earth,
an arrowhead shape of cracked tar
around a sky-fought fallen body.

Bright foliage of branches
wagging over the torn void.

Disorder of roads disguised by a grid
blood oozing from rocks and soil
granules tapped by tiny saws
filling up wood with computers
each cell in a cool blue light
wires creeping lungs
shadows tortured by the reaching hand
tanks near pissed on leaves
clicking rust teeth
to the sprayed-on sky
limb spidering out from the stabbed heart
roots foaming in the deep woods
mud shingles on fading eyes
all the puddles gathered together
at the frozen cornerstone
speaking of dust and retold actions
the movements of dead men
on a strand of hair.

Above in the salted courtyard
or down by the anchor
where anger pleases me,
docks go out to the clouds
in a soft flowing memory,
some walkway of what
I can never understand,
and I am gone
walking
without the feet
I never got to know.

Seats in an orange leather octagon
around me, one wide window
stars hitting like moths
a different sky.

Fired through the dark material
shoulders brushed by a fiery antler,
face beaming on the surface of the sun
a link that comes to greet my tail
a field of stones purring and chalking.

Birds on a steaming board
skiers and airplanes
riding the current
of a single grain;
rumpled towers
spouting painted oil
in puddles of grass boats
each oar and porthole
a severed tongue
specks of sand
on gelatin moving,
starfish springing
from the pores
of a merman's shaven face.

Limitless broadcasts
of rice on copper
the cry of a dumpster song
from these chimneys of clay.