I will fuck the air
as an American.
Songs boiling out of the wood
seared throngs and needles
a cursory orgasm
before things get hectic.

Chains on the ivory
notebook of categorized dreams
that have passed through
a rotting world.

Giant's toothbrush
of battered fenders
racing lights of green.

A sheared off dwelling
through an eyelash net
blinking at the deserving naked.

Turning the water into light
levitating golf balls
flickering newsprint skin
adorning his clenched halo.

Coolers overturned
wide mouths of spilled ice
the hammer green and pitted sand
flags whipping and rattling.

Tender paths along the outskirts
peering from pecked-out tree trunks
slabs of bone vacating tar
heaps of dripping playpens
a cliff side subdued into streets
hot miles of speaking wire
a sun sized globe of paint
and a sparking tool.

The highway slithers
to a mountain's foot
a path's birch sides
flutter in thumbtack wind
light murmuring from plugged-in walls
far off over the stony fences
black dirt and thick wood
for the feasting brambles
and blades in the sky
storm's fertile thorn.

Cracked moon tracing
glass electric wires
the curve of the deepening water
long journeys below
swollen intersecting roads
and the bulge of the high split lens.

I'm a good porno friend for myself
thongs twitching on towers of vaseline
selecting tears that are beautiful

latching the mailbox shut
from the inside
towards the pouring graveyards
and fences whacked together
with hot wire.

Green roads perched like
claw footed clumps of hair
on the train pile-up horizon
and sunlit concrete bedroom wall
oily stacked wood and ash tainted
fertile pages
pink chimney's undermouth
where the drum rhymes.

Flipped Thursdays of rotten rye
long slates and grills smoking
a fingered ceiling lapping up a drink of vapor
spigots twining sap
from stretched wood walls.

A glass eye in the spiderweb cracked forehead
steering wheel ribs
a thatched company of lungs
rafts of rubber seeds
fans pushing water
heavy hairs of the mud smitten depths
and viny hallways.

Pock marked skull in the stony mirror
of a solitary rack
the tadpole ridden streamers
of an astral hole.

I will pound on your foul sepulcher
until the doorway's decorations spring forth,
carving with broken bone the form
it was once mine to adorn,
coloring plumes that come
from the dark blood,
the vein of mercy.

Threads of upheaval from
the mercury core,
searching river of deepness.
Blankets of time and fog
making the sacred phrases
swoon with emptiness
a rutted bough.

Oil burning in my throat
the singing of a distant sabbath
trash can catching water in the hall
antennas attaching to the lightning
drive-through screens jumping in time
long leaves of lettuce
smashed into a dumb face
ivories in a basket
leaking steam and vapor
ripped concrete floors
colliding wool with liquor
sanctuary passageways
roamed by a candle's guide
huge leaden spider doing
push-ups on a velvet lid.

The wood's message and the tingling rage
limbs pulled loose from a painted wreckage
tongues flying over the tree tops
banks of fertile snow
beads of ice sliding
the grooves of stacked wheat
horns blowing for bundled rods
coal floats skimming over fields of haze
dead curses propane scribbled on plow blades
the low aerosol sky
gesturing bags of feathers
and fondled ink
petroleum's peacock tail of eyes
inlet squawking through the tin storm.

The lake shore growls.
An island is getting licked
in the night.

Rust of mercy, time's
moisture-anointed movement,
pine needles activating sap injectors
the clack of hanging branches.

Steam writing upon brick walls
and drifting through chain link fences.
Barbed wire sunsets
painted with ice
above the rope locked
shop door.

In the far nook of a fortress tower
bundled in fuzzy string
grids of sound dousing the green lawn
seen from a stone window
and a web of appealing straps
buckle's thrusting knots
roof's dusk to the breeze outside.

Drapes hung against the slanting city
sidewalk's warp of melted video tape
the cracked kernel of a flying saucer
reduced beneath the surging ferns.

Form stabbed into granite
by a fountain's lash
a moss plateau sun hammered
and thorn fenced

the unclothed genital's electrical socket
hovering on a projector screen
above the lunar trees.

Rolling heat's abyss of cupidic water
trickling automobile blades
dropping wooden dresses
for fertile oil.

A rickety leaf stem's rust
between inviting lips
the sorrows of a lit path
and shrouded seedlings.

Sprung traps pinching the eyelash
from a rib cage engine.
Shorelines catching yarn
from a wreck of clouds.
Coin deposits lighting up the moon,
legs flashing on the fertile boardwalk.

A laser-led spiked umbrella
guards against reptilian planets
in the rear view, in the statuesque teeth's
electric blueprint clench,
the bitten fire, the spit
imprinted coal
that drops to a rolling basin.

Eyes drifting the oil slick
above the guts that drank the waterfall
and the singing sword.

Ash prints on a glass wall
pools along the cakewalk
bubbles popping in metallic air.

Vents heaving from the exits
flying designed bodies
foam limbs and lightning
a second door.

Ripped surfboards pierced
to the concrete whale skeleton.
Posts upright in a mound of gel
that covers fallen stars.

The slender paths
upon a shaken mountain
I've perfected my act
standing before the automatic water
with a sneer of twisted
moss in the earth
pouring from a dustpan sun.

Halls around the whirling center room
circuits chirping behind the wall hangings.
Shawls of shadowed heat
for the feline scratches
coming in from a foreign moon.

Curves of well pruned crops
on the silt-sprayed surface
collision of gas light with lava
the knife of an island
eating and sprouting the seed
that is pursued.

A handshake mirror
streamers of transparency
decorating the wrapped up egg.

My friend in the fetid hammock
dim light on his crooked head
cloaked guitar leaning by a cigarette pallet
back tables on a slab ticking toward the forest
twitching meter snow tapped
and fur of needles
the wings on his shoulders stooped
his luminous blanket
a drum skin salad
the reaper's rag sweeping
instruments clean
around his brick feet.

Speak to me, unbroken spirit,
twine leaves to helmet glass,
tar weaving on the ledge's cutoff,
lamps tilted by submerged chairs,
hills and their hammering seeds
around the woof of lonely rolling wheels,
shod light trickling into the canyon,
wires paved over and magnetic pebbles
stinger glued to the honeyed heap
plume saluting my nowhere mile.

Rimbaud in the concrete closet
ripped rags on the upper floor
buckets of cursive suds
dock's latch of basement block letters
the singing in power lines.

Ridges with the network
frothing torment of vines
curbed outlooks up against
the cream atmosphere
propeller eyes in a sinking delta
peninsulas of salt
from the dawning reef.

Months in motion over the earth
a quiet seat and smile
duck wings flapping wet
on the cooling water.

The empty gaze's
gem of fire
wide paths for walkers
and a blown rail
silk roots of gnarled things
and a flute hewn hollow.

A grey line through the seething sky
seed's pouch of folded farms
the blood of pretzel bones
in a spotlight's simmering rescue
curves of polished wood
with rag cushions
floating on the cloud cover
beneath a consuming airplane.

Life cords poisoning a row of masks
the dream of a weightless fortress
silver webs cloaking the brown sea
jellies lit upon a surging crest
the deity's hat brim
smoke blasted and crimped.

Chains of feminine musk
arranged across the sunset
tongues looping lifted brine
the split tail's preview.

Honey glaze lips on the dim marquee
dog fur flashing in a swirling eye
the ripped vortex is a halo
over a wet deific head
pools thrumming with a demon torso
faces caked in the cinema light
and I shrink my amazed bees
to a flowing pinhole
and I unshackle my herd of heroes
pumping latitudes of reproduced lives
through tender circuits
on a silk board
blown wig of the roving operator
gaze flown to a burnished globe
soul's inertia turning
from source to source
backward in time to the dropped body
thinking on linoleum tiles.

The coal broke scattering snakes
thick wheels of a rumbling throne
roaring that sorts them out
a blade the branches pulled from the trunk
dripping rubber paint and cattails
closing a watery wound
long patches with spiders' eggs
rising and ribbed gardens
sacks of tousled wheat
dabbed with blue dye
blinking at the most remote doorway
framed hallway's furthest stretch
a stationary armchair
glass patches popped and stacked
by the melted god.

Roads beaming over the river
vents that open the air
chains in a velvet glade
dry earth crumbling
from fertile hinges
the laughing navels
plugged with candle wax
vision sliding through pine boxes
packed particles
under the steamroller.

Sheen cracked
of the chrome surface
splashing wells in mascara lined
metallic depth
little oiled hairs
grain's accumulated sunlight.

The ember speaks
from the palm of a declining hand
spores push paths and reflecting light
over the descriptive language
rips in a dead sky
dripping with cracked stone

dimes flash on a long branch
from a  deep valley of minted coins
chimneys cut from cloud chunks
the puddles in swift departments
wires and woolen tools.

Racks of dissected bulbs
shelves ticking with oyster alphabets
and their dusty letters
rings tapped in a box
slim vessels waiting for
the shape shifting diamond.

Seats in the ice
of an arctic stadium
cups full of the spectrum's light
that reflects and breaks.

Voice of thousands pouring
from the excrement of upper decks,
vines and the bones of feet
strangely connected.

Rings of polished glaze
the mute hose wielder
burnt marble in foam
lava's gravity flexed
and penetration saddled.

Carts across a windy sheet
speech written in ropes
the sun's cap of descending snow.

A running side of grey
around the red field,
ice climbs to the skyward splashes,
the cut up days floating downstream,
vapor attaching to the laughter
in double layered staircases,
beds laid out on open floats,
a tin faint edge
skirting exploded blossoms
and the thin rain
from a tire pit up high.

In a tattered piece
of the neighborhood
I am getting a recent haircut
my face looks like it's been
torn off and put back on.

The lines continue through stars,
thick carpets darken.
The yield of squares in
dim painted tar
begins to sag and put forth
bone bridges.
A train car of parties
drifting by without light
on the fettered path.

Stick figure's velvet
climbing the pile.

The tribesmen were there,
letting desire flow freely as water,
and I was fucking the women,
letting a prod into me to be made useful,
face in a salty rump
for the grasping snatch
slit leading me forward.

They took me down their electronic river
their heights of glass and their scimitar smiles
rash touched waiting rooms
and the half gloom of rock bridge undersides
names of a painted torpedo
rugged paving stones.

Mirage that drums the air
breath's net yanked flat against
agitated space,
and a wanting bubble
streaking past a stick-shift moon,
red mushrooms blossoming
in the pond's bottom
where the forked tongue
separates into sexes.

Granite cards of lettered steel
rising through a crimson earth.

Cloud's cotton clumps on chains
lowered through the atmosphere.

Nickels and dimes stuck to veiny seams
thin rivers pulling loose
towards a higher dimension.

The kneeling statue's bronze
tarred and feathered with angelic spit.

Burst of a sack-borne shadow
burlap splitting into purple light.

Orgasmed puddles of info
the acid's blueprint taking root.

A fitted spaceship's flute
crossing antique worlds.

Ripped spleen overcoat
leaking masks to metal roads
grates opening across the underground sky
an eye's hook to catch
curves of mineral colors
a burst head dangling flags
rings of tattered light
whirling around a stone center.

Ladling green
the long handled terraformers
carving gelatin land and sea sparks
soaring reefs from the shadow growth
long fangs of extinct energies
reaching the clouds.

Broken eyes in glass taps
the staring foam
reflects a demonic mating dance
scuffed floors flickering
in undulating glaze
the wire squares bending
outward into circular ooze.

Popcorn bodies and chattering chips
the milked recessive orators
turning on their leather stools.

Handles that crack in the night
above flushing drain pipes
the grave's ulterior gas
and the arc of space.

Slender paths in time
gripping the roots they snake through

knives across a plate
letters dancing space
the programmed rot of ages
smoke coiling against a high wall
scattered sheaves of meaning

the human race is a prison
chugging through tender soil
silver wax metallic fangs
protruding from a file cabinet smile.

Wagons of steel on the fleshy spine path
bone chains chugging through erupted soil
the melted underground vessel
a fist of sand with ringed fingers
surviving cloudy hooks.

Hilltops in kaleidoscope's crescendo
a rain of fractured light
chipping away at bright rocks
the slime of slender foliage.
Amphibians hopping around
through dusty gloves
the prodded ground shat up
bronze bubbles of green throats
the song of the honking dark.

Thuds from a levitated pool
the shark in bikini shorts
cleaning his vein-specked teeth
with radiant newspaper.

Turf undone by running rails
worms perched on a sailing rock
bright segments of a space ship
drifting into patterned steel.

The prow of a glacial mountain
rigs glittering in the ditch
dug out for planting electric seed.

Cords whispering over blank land
for the screaming ax
taut skins a bone beaten blur
hoops and feathered blades
bouncing over the oceanic morning.

Plants of a wire fed
to the sunburst mosaic.
Rings of captured harmony
rearranging boulders.
Makers of the sex image
intertwined on a tin blanket.
Roman pipes of clay
through the American streets
melded with growing air
and outer space.

Cemeteries of the quilt
the moss on family names
incorporating static.

The formula for silence
a leaf hidden signature
body of bronze deceit
smoking in the grass.

Fringe on the balcony
hacking the breeze
ferret's gaze in marble.

A chessboard face
that closes on a closet
mirror.

Dominoes tugging a thread of light
across the centerpiece.

Muck's mouth casing a sunrise
myself polishing my weapons
in the window's favorite chair.

A pinnacle of green bulbs
forecasting glass
above the stone clouds.

Tapped-out electrical outlets
echoing through the ear hairs
of a million fucked customers.

Screens with their nude frequencies
carving out the forehead's
third iris.

Tides in a hall of red lights
surf's whirlpool of dirty mirrors.

Sap's rage and its tomahawk light
splitting the tunnel's end
the open dark of space
and its funnel for fettered language.

Glass beads of shattered wings
from the porcelain artifact
tinkling down deserted chutes
of an empty water park
fronds beating against the dust
on a plastic window
abandoned jawbone and fangs
chained down to the vibrating ground.

Solar flares flickering through
a ring of eyeballs
screens tilted to collect the sweat
of a human earth, plates buckling
in a flexible skull.  Hooks pointing
through the amphibian mouth,
the shore's fiery progress.
The top of a mountain path
blossoming with fallen light.

Slamming trash can doors
the fertile corkscrew
popping in a vacant wall of foam.

The farts of the powerful ring out
across a chrome auditorium
the congratulated animals cheer
canyons of numbered buttons
and severed fingers
compacted in the surge.

Rockets of mummified skin
colliding with latex sunsets
hot stems releasing flaxen seeds
to rot in the seething ground.

Words made dead and meaning diluted
the froth of a sanctified wound
spewing complex pus.

A gash in the celestial fabric
threads tied to the printing press
the knockwurst of righteous bodies
devoured by a carnival mouth.

Stacks of lip syncing cheese
affirming one anothers'
spiritual emptiness
red rugs on green fields
rolling up.

Treeline curves blossoming
like oil in water
the dark air over the highway
circles of painted lines
that can't be seen.

Rows of mouths
on a billboard reef
puffing submerged exhaust
rails of a skeletal head
dancing on magnetic wires.

Houses on a bed of stilts
leaning with a chill wind
painted by bright red spores
the deterioration of a shit kicked evening's
electrified screen of amps.

Doorways drawn to the moon
waves that slap the rocks
the tea leaves of deep forests
stove ring's kettle sending ropes of vapor
the ash printed grooves
of a brick seat.

Hilltop's curb of reflected echoes
the coal stain of fractured diamonds
pathways ruled by vacant wheels
rinds of the starry night's
material machinery.

Pyramids of cherry pits
in the hands of desert sands.
Polished wooden rings
shimmering around a stone planet.
The decks of empty ships
eating purple clouds.

Fangs in a severed arm's decay
become a body of teeth
shores lit by the tongues
of spreading oil.
Canoes across an open throat
that slashed at the sunrise.

Gills for a chunk of lava rock
the lumpen mouth and hard coal eyes
of a seed that swims away.

The groundhog's all puffed up with death
his scurrying rush has ended
fat next to the highway.

Turned over by schoolchildren's shoes
string tied to his spine
the helium-fed colors
of a birthday balloon
frozen symmetry of four paws
evaporating in daylight.

Paths and the paint of skin
coming off the warped terrain
eyes closed above the open mouth
cones clacking on the quiet tree's
cacophony of branches.

The balloon skin land
spiderweb cracked by
blood rain of birds
amp's pack of dirt
and the ear bones
riding sound waves
ripped concrete's tide
of corroded kisses
fresh stems welling up
in fire light cut sharp
the cannibal mercies
of the dance crowd
pecking and lurching
aiming rigged up bodies
and fragile hands
rubber sticks and stirrups.

Sheets of cold rain
on the plastic wrap
surrounding painted gardens
pine shadows across stain decks
writing a shivering image
bent light on the fountain's pinnacle
topping a hair cut hill
roots frothing and snapping
in the capped soil.

Dust blasted thorns
crawling around brick corners
slats of rain pounded red paint boards
the fungal sunrise
spores on colored latches
cracking metallic flowers.

The fallen airplane's gash
filled by a pond
bronze runway's circle of acid light
dancing thick brown water.

Tall waves reflecting
the lightning's bodily form
the gel between joints
a window breathing
vent's gush of vacant air
meeting the sash of organic matter
surf's leering fingers
that trickle across the corner sun.

Long grasses stuck to the pane
a hurricane in blown-out eye sockets
from some other moon.
Lank ferns draped on shale
the maple's corresponding unit
limp space tugged into lines
star's grid above cubes of wheat
treetop's sprig of wires.

A doorway in the soaring clouds
melting oily chains
to a floor of green
the laugh's last vapor.

The sky bull charges
through the stratosphere of my skull

for a moment I face without fear
the worms and the ants
tunneling throughout the grimacing remnant

a sheathe of daylight
comes down to adorn me
I stand in a strand of hair
and bleed from a burst follicle
the daylight's thoughts:

a rose petal cushion
adrift with anchor
on a liquid metal river's cusp
headed for waterfall

the dry syringe of the shore
a pumped moon
ailing hands that make the fire
singing above the empty cups
with a mouth of cut tongues
the brazen remainder
of life's ascent from slime
with no hat to tip
or lipstick to put on,
a wig of knives
with divine eyes
automatically blinking.

Bolts gushing from my mouth
fall on icy grass:
a spool of floating oil
splices them together
close to the magnet heart.

The earth quakes through
a throne of pebbles
moves bricks beneath
an antique pen.

Bending forests harness
the lassoed ink
and short circuit
my rib cage.

The incomplete bones sing
to the overwhelming sea.
An elfin touch fires my skin cells
blood rockets me over the trees

a set of barbecued lips
stains the rearview.
And a cobweb of abandoned thoughts
bursts into healing flame
from instant to instant.

Two forms of elongating bone
linked by ragged strands
sunlit chains and strips of rubber
long paths by the river side
exploding into zones of spores
docks tittering with bottled milk
a swan's mask of zipper tags

arcs of racing light
far beyond the planet.
Wheat shade in its rain of pins
bark's lisp from the trunk
in crashing waves
knobs gleaming as a choir
eggs riding piano wire
clock hand swimming
through running seed.
Triangle from deep space
a wedge of buffalo sun spots

feather strands painted into a cliff
by a polar wind
houses on sticks
with tattered streamers
cooing to the machinery of cards
that slapped them upright.

Finery of stitched
and grinning flesh
felt tipped sunrise
twitching on the bathroom tiles.

Racks of split wood in rows
leaning at the path sides
the faces under snow
and ashen dust.

Fur streaked ice
oil blossoming like linen.

Vine grown armchairs
levitating in the lunar haze.

Golden fringe
of the scratched
charcoal smiles.

Spring's gardens of winter
adrift in the yard
stalks drawing
undisturbed air.

Rock whipped paths
that circle what has bloomed
and departed.

Radiant dark
of the earth
that hides fire.

Chains in a glaze of rust
link's baby fingers
drawn apart by the dense
clay moon.

Cathedrals streaked with
barnacles and moss
the paint badge of lichens
alive on the steeple's aim
and lint stabbed organ
tail fondling stinger and fang.

Over the ruts and runnels
globe theaters of bouncing light
I see the breath of youth come out of you
like a waterfall of leaves.

Hammocks of hanging scum
shivering slime ropes
worms tapping of the star that shuts
above our swing set.

A myriad nude suicides
wrapped up in long gone partners
plastic damp chains and the lash
a velvet siege
worshiping the cracks
in a rounded scape
deep earth with a ring of tongues.

The frozen yard extends
through tripled towns,
immortal stations glazed
with petrol, milk, water
and smashed eggs,
rubber wheels turning
above a silver cylinder

the curving gaze
of a catapulted body
silk slips and furry needles
piled branches coated with
adhesive spray.

Orbs with layered cores
descending a cobweb universe
cracked ladders of a falling sun
the filthy harbor
of discarded celestial tools
a ring of gas reflecting
new light among the mirror jars.

Awe's crown
over the cracked ember
where too much ironic distance
has crept up between man and himself
and the forest leaps,
and the tug sharpens

an oceanic bubble leaks
through fissures of a thousand cliffs
the chairs set in silent circles
upon unoccupied lawns,
an ashen grid creaking
empty spires ripping
into knotted clouds

damp hand on a calm antenna
gems lit to the cloth bound cave.

Carts of labile fiber
and plant life
holding a lantern,
nets of gloss
and high-frequency eyes,
puddles of blood tar
curbed in well trimmed circuits.

Roads of rogue mercury ice pines,
frozen grapes contracting
in the ink-drawn belly.

Lonely at the sink, the sill,
the dust-fringed bottle.
Lines going out like spider silk
from the door of the unwritten object.

A green shaft
moves the tin dishes
aside.

Suds of the open pantheon
flow around the inhabited
forms.

Red light on the clay drain
sucking the back yard
the buzzed branches naked
with inscribed stone.

Rod of gold bundled brushes
handcuffed by the shower head's
water.

Chain oil shadow scratched
garage mouth sunrise

gleaming cuts in the flank
of hillside manor

metals trickling from the gashed cave mouth
whirlpool birdbath and beard wrapped moon

satin cuffs for the eye scraper
tucked in velvet blades

a stunner sat on moss
and the electricity croak

turned out hollow globes
all around that gravestone sanctuary
granite's marble door.

Fringe of the jagged chrome
milk dripping from a blade's handle.
Cream's flame stitching a cobra's neck
bones glued to sandy light.

Slithering rivulets among the bronze grass
the nostrils linking wide responsive fields.

A god of gold wheat
riding his potato anus
across the ripped corn,
muscular arc of architectural hallucination
without a bicycle's knotted movements
or the gaseous pout
of an engine.

A tiny, bitter tank
rolling the tongue's carpet

the smashed port holes
of a sinking helmet.

Rolling bark of tree trunk's buttocks
the dance of a thousand crotches
advancing an Egyptian facade.

Coins that jingle in the throat
photos burning the cave wall.

The calf print on empty china
lips winking on the stem's blender
bricks melting across
an absorbent lid.

Urn of the ashes I am
clear night til morning.
A crumpled brow
spitting out eyes on the pillow.
Taffy of pummeled days
laser-lit travel options.
Grace of the electric grid
wheels folding up
into the high bellies.
Cane of the statue that taps
at the end of my hall.

A bucket seat at the dock's end
one pole for reluctant fish
the language of the anchor
seared layers of prewrapped dawn
a cloud's colonic pen.

Stabs of the marked highway
cottages sliding down an open wave
light beams bursting from clattering boards
images of the oven inside the body
fangs trickling with blue heat
green life bundled within the torso
fence posts landing on pock marked concrete
a cloudy face of bees tapping a tower's windows
offices climbing on a steel rod and
panoply of fans
where the air goes to die.

Reams of jailbait hair
coming out of the twitching
medium.  Tar pouring
from the lipstick red mouth.
A chance to light up oblivion
with the orgasm chief.

Cars crashing beside her
as ocean waves crack
den windows and
vines of the ocean
form ladders on the
tilting decks.

Slabs and wedges of the animal
that runs and is caught
moving a mop's head
over the mirror tile.

Charms of the blue circuit
afloat on a brown wing
the plight of active stars
denied by unblinking network

mirage of windows
in the peak rock

overflowing lines
through height curbed grass
the deep embedded glow
of nestled shacks

shadows dripping
from the fire's illusion
stiff wings of a landed twig.

The ledge parts
on a nearly vacant room
one slight stool and thick table
tools to manufacture the daylight
one wig and drag dress
in an over painted corner
a heap of words
coagulating to the point of a spear
my perfumed and lacquered solitude.

Leaving books and films aside
to watch the fleeing clouds
over a bulb notched sky
creatures of the air
flipping and reaching.

Stuck to a zooming chair
vibrating by particles of water
blanketed like pencil lead
in the blade carved wood.

Chimney poke the propane tank sunrise
pitchfork teeth above the boarded over milky way
long body's limbs of train cars clacking like nutshells
across a leather string
the treadmill blanket's moccasin feet
padding in a wreckage of needles.

Seat crushed turf
halved pomogranates
glinting at the knife released light.

Skies of dancing wheels
and parasitic vapors
honey trails on the fog-lit hills
the sacred plastic
guarding septic millstones
walls of granite graves
descending pine doors

the bird eggs of a crashed helmet
and feather glue of tight knit hatchlings
the glow of a statuesque guard
at a lakeside gathering of candles

roof peaks aiming
for the pebbled ceiling.

Wind-torn throes of polished rock
and haircut paths
poison parted gashes
streaming from egg burnt moss
rut's army of newts
from under a log
the glimmer of regrown bodies
lichen coated bark
in a granite hand
wood's grid of newspaper strongholds
flames digging in cut leaves.

Back yard's wishing well of ant blood
bird bath of fertile acids
the vines pouring from a landed planet
following its rubber coil.

I'm spelunking in the king's tower
when the thin smoke carves it away

in the square lit markets
they're selling my memories
back to me at a discount rate

the kaleidoscopic gravity
of the palace walls
ink dribbled jewel cases
platform aglow with articulate synergy
the rain tap of falling coins
fresh knives of ice upon the tarp
that guards the goblet of my skull
while it swims.

Black night's wages
of the silver lake
curb's licking grain,
spilling aluminum cans
into the covenant,
rinds coughed
over the undulating boards,

a boat with many shelves
feeding the deep rock,
thick jelly shielding
encapsulated lights,
the cracked shell mending
a fertile hinge,
shovel's turn of a raw murmur

tongues of wet clay
waking the immovable
trope of bones
for the fish in the eye hook's bramble.

Fate should take my mask

as many have, leaning
down by the stone

scriptured wanderings
that inhabit marrow
without an imprint

and that imprint darkened,
long roads from the scribbled birch

planks landing from a scanning beam,
stunned blinking from the desert
with religious personalities,
to be beheld as fiction.

Stacks of empty light
the long hill under the leaf

I observe the squadrons
trying the timeline alteration machine,

lines ascending from the blade,
alarms that accompany that ascent,

the firm altar
         ax torn and fresh
tabled,
             One need
a grip and welding color

    one tar tipped
             evening.

Slashed rubber's milky invitation
rims glinting with articulate breath
on metallic roads.
Symmetry of reflected pines
radio tower's feather
the planet's skull
in a ring of ashes.

Breasts pouring hot tar
from the clay vessel,
a bladed seed
sinking through gelatinous soil.
Denim wall's swastika cleats
and styrofoam torpedoes.

Grinning gaps in wooden clothing
stretched across the liquid
of outer space.
Cleft heels dug in
and sprouting veins
in the moon's cool dust.

Clips of machine-torn wool
oozing glass bullets
turf's track of lips
smacking and softly cooing.

Shut eyes tapping little hammers
flashlights on the floating wallpaper.
A cage of ruined rooms
circling a dead star.

River beds hacked to mud lace
by bone feet.
Water tunneling mossy channels
beneath the thriving trees.
Head dresses of scorched leaves
to adorn the dancing unwashed skeletons.

Cushions of salted beef
wearing radiant snow.
An oiled shack rising through
a basement's murk
ripping the mansion floors.
Sun's web coming out of it clean
touching tools of an incapable god.

A mistress' bristled violet
tufts and ancient seams.

Beet red legs
from the curvaceous mouth
of the cemetery.
Cracked strings stretching
from pole to pole
sending shrieks of alphabet.
A flake melting
on the town's tongue.

Gymnasiums draped in hard syrup
quaking leather seats.
Rinds cut gashing the wisp
of a circled cloud,
a vine-strung elevator
peeling wasps from
floor to floor.

Punctured stages
sharing antique men.
Keys to the waffle iron doors
heated graveyard teeth.
Quartz of a ticking eye
bleeding tangled orbs.

Genital moss
carving around the mailbox
a star system's persistent
central void.

Planes of slate rivers
by the flowing sea.
Chutes flapping at
the sand storm.
Lint rivulets carved
into the beast.

Everyday light scattered
from the shoulders, the walk.
Falling from the highest pine twigs,
the seed's metallic implant.

Slim wings for concrete air
bright ribs soaring across
a skin flask
frame wet for casting a dry mirror
the seats of poked roses
spitting shiny beads of ink
screens pissing digital blades.

Charcoal cracked on piled water
hisses planks of lint space.
Dolls of pitted wire
dancing on an arc of soil.
The trumpet's clam catcher
fractured by yearning particles.

Yarn from an oven's mouth
hooked with shriveling tongues.

I am burning my eyes out
on the things I love.
An iron maker, two colors of grass
the lungs of my stuffed sternum
calling to the rocks of
the mountain peak.
Moths flowing out of my archive.
A glass door in the reflected corpse.

Tan depthless lenses
in the energy sector.
Wombs and sockets moving toward
the stacked lights.
A parcel wrapped in tin wire
sprouting fevered limbs.

Boulders landing on a head of eyes
stems and pebbles clipped
and floating in a bright ditch,

I see you coming to me braided,
shyly undulant, cutting
the veil of shade
with fresh scrubbed skin,

twerking the rusted symmetries
into hot carved curves,
tabling my restless frame
to be darkened by your inner light.

Strained fibers bringing forth
an enameled rose.
Ridges worn to permanence
in the surge of things.
Planetary rings turning
to visible water.
The splashing of solar gas
on a radio headset.
Tears and their wings of gold
in the silver dawn.
Chemical energy of streets
worn down into the bone.

Optic feelers
touch the foundation's keyhole
sinew's tremor of light
leaking paths of stone.

Twinkling gaps in time
sighing from a strafed deck
bass note's humming branches
fingering the dispatched and painted air
brick's shadow of thundering bones.

Tossed-up symmetry breaking
on the curves of a leaf.
Tanks of bundled floss
machine gunning the open field
with readymade gravestones.

Cells alive with
pinpricks of darkness
that will cause death.

Spikes in treeline color
that flicker like the edge of a wave.

Speck-ridden breezes
messing with the facial recognition
hammer.

Threads of begotten ooze
tying up the trip wires.
Liquid salt that scratches
the ripped perimeter.

Engines falling out of bodies
and connecting with rippled sand.

Violin cases shedding cobwebs
in a shadow's drift,
while the bulk of guarded things
rolls toward them with a gooey center.

Nails to tickle
the laser-made stigmata
as the blood becomes
a fading shield.

Pearls of the flank
that sorts water
with fire of bones,
wheels of the eyes
uncovering shadow.

Pawns melted to the wet
ground.  Salamanders moving
the earthquake needle.
The stripped yarn of time
yanked tight as razor wire.

Stilted wanderings
that end in a glow.

Peak fringe eroded,
the bridges bend.

Shops in the chinks
of an ever extending spine.

Swirl of vapor
descending into language.

Cartoon bodies,
no cartoon falls.

Lamb's curl
on the iron
midwife.

Sandwiches of scripture bologna,
charred by hot teeth.

Lids of a metal grave
to make noise over.

One paw signing a map
the lightning's condition.

Props and guns
of a wig-strewn
man's room

the long arch
of liquid tar
leading down to the bone bath.

Flipped-out stars
a red smear
on the yarn-spinning behemoth

the resting spots
of galaxy imprinting lasers
rooted stem and thorax

to a beauty queen's helmet
riding sparks and wet flax
where fur leaps polishing
the knife holder

an acid blanket
on the aching round eye
tracking through the
nocturnal force field
a penetrant dart

a wolf's flask for nitrates
and a silver stag.

Tongues leaping to and from
selected rock paths,
dipping bright colored fronds
into the heavy lidded atmosphere,
ferns in glass puddles
a hearth of broken icicles,
the oil on metallic gloves
glinting like a lizard's eye.

Flatline gladiator
faint rubber maker
strewing plastic grass
around the cranial ex auditorium
bare torso and scissored flange
cruel stars and parched demigods
slithering the ankles
of a buttery king.

Hacked loveseats and acidic moon
the seat belt's exhaling rainbow
head cushion stacked with sunset capsules
lines on a park swelling like yeast
the swinging shadow
chained up in clanging
vitamin green adulthood
as a ring of airport chairs.

In the lopped off corridor
voices are taking their fleshly form.

Light crackles at the limits
of the opposite entrance
winged zone's departing swiftness.

Cliff side's blinking adverts
the trunk of a chocolate soda
vents of skylike prominence
cracked embers seeking a configuration.

Riveted silent tables
ascending pillars of sexy smoke.

And the stylish bullet hole
in the gown wrapped around
a poor sucker's head.

Circles casting their light
in the last days of the measured world
a brick bouquet
speckling the human tidbits.

Faces sprouting leaflets
the delighted fauna.
Cubes and their cuboid smells
snacking on electrons.

Roofs and their lattice guards
that shrink the machinery.
Twisted turf and its
cannibal shadows.

Vine-scarred curbs
giving permanent twilight.
Swamp tanks and their
eggs of thought
webs poked about the frame.

Sanctuary's foam of glazed air
tucked in dusky banners
hot rings of singing thread.

Rat's face on a thieving body
arms fetched from the supply shed
bolts hitched to a surviving tree
sucking up the turf war.

Pans and bells adorning shackles
flowing speaker wire and high red walls
glass abandoned in a sinking brick
soul's fever in a tin shell.

Slapped against wet cushions
designed by the special academy
the diamond headed one
for intelligent people
who understand sadness.

There's a picture of me
falling under the world.
And a half-cut roll of dough,
and a knife with a pickle.
Seams tracking light
from a scar, the electricity's
music flaring, a diagonally
plummeting silver cube
on tied-up wheels,
a door near the onions,
a winter's frost.

Scorched fingers
dancing over the keypad
in the back, among
the wrapped cheese
and hanging brooms.

Sun on the silver decks
of oiled metal
the twisting hook and series
of round blades.

Bars and ceiling loaves
horizon's heaving oaks
a sprouting razor wire
its leafy tendrils
levitating a steak knife

surf's curve of grain
along a vine wrapped fence
dark berries and ruddy hips
the drum skin of the driveway
raining bouncing balls.

Arrived with salty curves
glistening around the dewy eyes
with bruised coloring;
an unsure nimbleness
erupts here.

Side tables with the crap news
chimes clacking on guitar
ruts in the concrete freeze
slipping in the sweetened hook.

The dim lit smoke
of sanctuary mornings.

Waves of cream colored stacks
wounds yielding harvest.
Wide stitches with oily corners
lipstick printed
concrete thorns.

Lids of a kettle drum
handled by lunar gloves.

The rain paths
across loading docks
leading to a shuttered table

tics and their accumulation of moss
to ready a birdbath's acorn.

Strides and sparks
of the never ending rail
quills tucked into the pores
goddess of a pine ridge
with cream and waffles
ghost tread skidded
through the aisles
sinus belt's tug of sky
velvet's entire sword
sleek chromes
of a rounded engine

the starved horizon
bent on gas fumes
and leaking blended light
thorns of a fur strewn balcony.

The ground hog searching the grass
is a brown spark
of divine light.
The branches that shadow him
continue outwards
in abounding grace.

Grubs flicker in soil
his green teeth
take them from
the mercy of the ground
his fur glistens with luck
til rain drives him under the ferns
and trembling bushes.

Thunder mounts the moist sky
an electric sleet
ticks at the windows
like an old machine.

Maybe the great labor never ends
as even the grain corrodes and cracks
behind a fan of muscle
chairs remain empty
locked in a clear glass room
rows painted and waiting.

Bodies bleeding out of the flower mound
slim exercise for everything and the color green
drum heads doubled up in the mushroom stalks.

Bronze eyed throwers
flayed with white mud.
Waves that curl at the tip
and pause alive as pen ink.
Furrows running that have spoke their depth
shipsides bending to the ancient life,
a cracked quartz
in the distant surface.

Ice ropes nipping at a glass hinge
living candelabra.

Souls washed up on a hot beach
or a silent peg
adrift in a newspaper office,
beast carrying my decorative belongings
over a faint hill,
and the cave mouth
slash of light at the entrance.

Armies in rows on each rib
vigilant in the bath tub.
Eyes in a peacock array
tracing wallpaper gold.

Sighted through the steam smeared window
many generations of man
and a hundred revolutions
and the last sneer
abed.

Tongues in a desert's ring of fire
cool to glass
roots coil around the snails
ruts begin to speak with wet dirt sides
berries cracked on the green snag's fringe.

My helmet's eggshell shard
is a bed for a snake
ribbon's lash for untied vapor
stalk's needle threading woolen vertebrae
the mouth on the steeple
swift movement in high hallways
and the circling bell
froth of the night sky
an electric glaze.

The rock seat nudges
separating parts
fruits bitten by the run of sap
a lunar sledge
latched in a lightweight briefcase
stuck to the ledge.

Sparks along the rim
horizon's reservoir,
streaking green and slashed orange
tumbling burnished rails,
fractal's cotton on the highway
the bead on a gem,
gloves folded beneath
a fallen chandelier.

Minnow galaxies
twitching rainbow eyes
over the beetle's wing path
silk of insect legs
in the seam of a leaf's palm
pincers flickering in white molasses.

Dial up bones
punched silk in a courtyard
skin's water boiling off
eyes floating in bronze tapioca
threads of blue fuel
pouring towards the alphabetized heart
the touch of liquid metal.

Stuck to an ascending wall
the tin spirits rise without roots
to the hemorrhaging sun
hot ink in the affected silos.

Wings transparent flick
across the cobalt sprinkled mica
checkerboard pipes vomit linoleum fangs
rippled ground's horizon window
an arrow's ocean
crawling vine's light.