Healing circles of the earth
coil to let in the dark sun.
Forms of laughter and thought
are careless with their genius
in the forest.  Two young men
are sharing a seasoned jug
with their crooked arms, crooked mouths,
with the canopy's familiarity
many caresses deep on the millions
of needles, millions of grains of sand
that made them up from the thick
and swampy air of all that placed them here.
Foreheads and eyes ladled out
by the spoon manufacturer.
Avalanches of cool kissing breeze
in this rented valley.  Princely the disarranged
clouds, the thrones of remembrance,
time-positions of eyes eyes eyes
in a crumbling zodiac.
The measure of sadness in love making music
deck of thieves emptied only of bile
by the nakedest man
on a plume of impenetrable water,
where his footrests are proportioned by careful molecules
and the tug of the body sets the bibliography free
to tatter the landscape
scraping notes from each leaf, each guide-thrust
of emerging tree.
Ground and its parallel broken sky
by the birth of departure.

ROOMS FOR PLEASANT LIVING IN A FOXGLOVE STRONGHOLD

the elegant society and its protective Buddhist monastery
tied one end of a cord to its hand to prolong their careers, but a really good antidecapitation
beat with electric cranberry whose canopy of foliage shades the foaming substance
toward the center of the pile.

HEADGEAR TO THWART AND TERRIFY THE JELLY

I begin by laying a blue mason jar on its side in a bed called the cast-iron plant santhemum
roof dazzling traditions of warfare against artists as hairy subhumans
the vines of caged tomatoes blackened their teeth; white stone walls
painted red and covered by a form winkle structure
like a bright windowsill in the shadow of taller sun sleeves
who takes her watering cues from the formation of modern eyes
a hot griddle using across rooftops to freedom
tense with contained energy and undrained pineapple
sound effects, butterflies and birds
on slender poles and costumed with his brave mistress

Mud season capped skyward currents give wetness to hallucination
pale slum holes take leaves toward the order of the earth
long paths of jaggedness with a great view
hard to leave the honey that zig zags the blow alone
hard to fling error at the moon who's become your sister
hung to fling money through the mirror of butchered soul
bleeding from a shot of eyes that goes down to the the eternal
moved by the gush of lungs in a fish tank to a square yard
where years fall hard on the unproved galactic plan
and man opens his head on the doors of his others
in an unprepared garden groaning
the breaking of re-taken letters for a swill of tethered time
falling on forehead after forehead
only to be removed by rain.

Volcanic worlds knock on my tether
I drive a hooded snake through these disrupted streets
leaning past the wheel of its submerged ear
to find glory in the heaven of dirt
wild hands have been waiting for
uplift of scattered fields across the sunburnt galaxies
resting places disintegrated in salt
and the careworn wash of hands
that descends from a tower of ashes
the way that movements walk paper lives
outbreak of the ceaseless voice
that seems body to body by growing
in greatness and error, inner vastness
monotonized by imprisoned powers
steroid-ridden butterfly
chomping on remagnetized sugar
as the blade frisbees his hours away.

Tell tail to fail time by thrashing
talk to the pink whale of civic unconsciousness
shrink wrap your ebony orbit around my tongue of ages
descending wells with the skeleton of failed technology
dwelling in this ivory cavern yours to plunder with
thickening kisses, faggot's breath of my mind
plundered world's transgressor of silences
the map of the mind in a hand's palm
to bomb cities of thought with untaught wreckage
I make the utensil's arrow of this fake speech
you made the thief of my mouth,
I spit it back in high tones of beautified error,
stabbing with bluntness that splits like planted light
fist-fucking the many-mouthed mother
with discoverers of widening streets
walled industries of stolen rhyme
forge of glasses
which disfigure the face of god's self
in the fallen arc of perfected identity
nullity of hooded snakes
in the purple valley of mesopotamian awakening
crescent of fourth eye's ejected totem
windmiller for the digitized ram.

Come to me on trackless trees mulling
frank head butt trains out of the way babishly
I'm waiting in the tape deck with sugar
propped on molecules that don't have moves yet
to thrill the gasoline with vapor of smiling effort serve
tan the preferable beauty of destroyed townships
in a force field of huge dick
fangs tousled by explosions of speeding thoughts
and the promises of subway interiors
to the future of reptilian sex in a transparent room
for the thrills of fading in darkness
grin shopping for empty space to fillet
mum lips in the future wreck.

EYE AGAINST EYE

   In the flow of new colors produced
   many bodies get lost in the furniture
   wires join the trees outside dancing rooms
   throats gulp and eyes swell vision breaks from the crowd to weep
   rocks pour from his throat his tongue a fiery shovel
       the mischief of gentility in a stabbed galaxy
   limp lovemaking paroxysm'd the gates of dams by wisps of sky lava
      factions of wheat turning to push the sun
   with vigor of agony stored up in attic and basement rooms, with chocolate powder
       the lights in the ceiling piercing a thought of infinite error
             into my tiny mind as my torso flexes for microwave
           and freed the lions and rattles flee from the idiot's wrinkles in my forehead
            and the hurt of whole cave-shot mountains
              steaming wreck in my timid atmosphere
                                                 my stupid life on a long feather of unearned thanks
                re-ignition of tiger flower in the time of my narrative
                 simultaneity of faucets many air-shipped pictures conglomerating sex
                   for the new age of revolutionary perfection that I missed
                     while shaving my ass.

River's breath is big in the air
conjure the rafters high in no final mind
limbs of canal out to the ocean
and wings above the fire of the territory
speak in carpeted tongues
fried with icy outlines into the essence
crater of power, doll of humanity
wavering with residue of free movement
building up in his eyes his walk time
his crouching in the theater of burnt overlords
trying to free the shell of the shape
of a bucket's rim from this run of reality
and fill its rainy depth with troubled pebbles
each selected by explosion from the wall
of error breaking like a re-run sun
speedometer village, eating its language
from attics of paper flowers
crisscrossing the dim bricked air
with the sword of words and flubbed tears
freaking into its near highway
fountain basin review of
finger prints lost to calendar
anonymous mother of the all world
whose come I am.

Land links in the Arctic exert an upward force to hold the object onto the stage

land animals against the backdrop of the sea and broadcasting himself on video for photosynthesis

satellite hand reaching for a computer without sunlight in the brief peak

and reproduce oblique on the two ends of the seesaw

to push the car out of the snow on the bag of groceries

remember the formula for work large eyes that reflect

machine then does work pale olive body, as a whole, the upperparts translucent
the weight of the pennies is the force they become sexually when the rains return

A tank with polystyrene sheeting shaped like a papyrus plant
to send pictures over wires and with fluid pressure on your skin or clothing
create beast lizards on thorns and three to five females long-haired and stocky domestic egg-shaped red blood
with grass-lined nesting chambers, plates of bone joined to the ribs and ultraviolet fireworks
mouth as beefsteak of the general poststructuralist repertoire with paper labels
the materials of architecture and the venue and shadows of the U.S. songbird

They live at depths in the open ocean of these abyssal plains
sunlight deep in the water for a sound wave to look like stone icicles
sheets of luminous square mile standing and running
a round, suckerlike mouth ringed with a rasplike tongue
its plumage to white in winter the name of the animal's discoverer world wide on man

Dawns of raided hose
verklempt in the lighting
that brings their efforts to water
their limbs in a liquid wall
the stage burned that they asked for
covered in tenderness with iron
downy feathers from neck fluff
adrift on the swing set of the wind
drawing the chains from heavy-muscled water
as gravity rises through the lips of their tent
they hasten into halter and star haze
drink stirrups of daylight that frost never tasted
ungather stones for the finger of canal
pinching the eye's taste for curve
gently at the edges where rubber hums
screens of tumbled hair
glowing mapless in agony of cognition
on the living room's fragrant propeller.

Bubble-nest is bluish; the tips of the spiny rays
the female lays the mince, prawn, bamboo shoots the oil in a heavy-based pan insects, chopped meat, plant
the sun's family of willow moss in our solar system
stratopause separates the ocean in this way to weave beautiful cloth and dye it in grazing lands
he heats one of the pieces into corn cribs to use the metals of the united states
while an acorn drops an oak leaf the moon's gravitational earth
when the valve closes, the foot becomes a hydraulic fluid
as the sea star contracts in pressure of machines made by lumps of rock
said to be waxing because it reflects flat plains
that are covered in dust craters
highlands and towering depressions
steroids, comets, and meteors on disk or cassette tape disgorge meat in response to ritual
the males strut, with wings and tails in which one dog pushes its muzzle
as iris, cinquefoil, cloven-hoofed animals that eat flesh in order to colonize an angular egg
and cut pieces of card stock with a pencil as if they are juggling
wild fuit and nuts flocks of sheep and goats made by computer graphics
an obedient machine will sink into snow
now chew the cracker in the data table
make a mark on the side of the fallen trees, linking cities, twisted vines, and natural civilization

Flea ruffled ears fears man
lurks a laundry trash bag into warmth
crossing my fever with more fur
the stiff paws of a sorcerer imagined
a notched bridge walking with a freshly tossed salad
gasoline air on the lips of a calendar
many hands rising from a freshly opened matchbook
pork belly eyes the frisk of the sea's
cold machinery of lovemaking
bigtime hands on the sheared wool
of a hell-hole's happiest walker.

From the center towards iced water--the spring onions in the oven
supported by springtails, and including beetles and and heat sensors
the mouth of the female from a higher to a lower level to time a meal cooking
swamps and marshes a huge mass of gas and dust controlled by chips
neighborhood sealed inside a ceramic, metal, or plastic thousands of people
edge of the lantern piece by piece, to the mosaic of metallic leaf tissue paper airplane bamboo

Life filled up with bile flowers in the bottle
the bottle zapped cold with answers
tone perfect manifold oxygen plan man
sends kisses into the zone of walled-off horror
bats lashes for the mist of Everest
when orangs stand erect breathing is fed to an inner layer
water on Earth exists as ice locked up
grout from half-marbles wandering lumps of dust
men takes care of the sewage and a red longitudinal band of airstones
the fulcrum around the outer edge of each teardrop in transmitted light.

CAT

She can feel the focus in my love
when I go to ink, and wants
to be near with it; she knows
the chemical force of the rain,
and fears its touch when I've
gone out to feel through it;
tangled numerals in the leaves
drip little down to us
green blood and jittery stems

Large refrigerators to straddle the midpoint over which force is exerted
and that will precipitate heavy metals from tap water with convex underparts
marching through many bodies to the endlessness of time with eyes clenched
softening the prism atmospheres triangular on earth
round with thinking, and raking yards in silent dreams
making love to mimes on schedule in the regimented rain.

The flaming house surrounds me
ten thousand daggers for ten thousand men
and I am crouching I am the lamp
naked cowboy cruising in a bathrobe
running broken-toed through stilted linoleum
vampire propeller of lost days, with a haircut
emptiness of washed-out background calling
floating in mid-air with eyes, with not quite right shoes

all forests are outside calling
together in triangle trenches from the outer
world carved inward by departed woods
shoveled dawn and shoveled shade in long piles
shrubs and their berrylike motions
tastes and their fragrance of falling
beams a tangle of flotsam flying
dead set pentagrams in a gruel's barn of mouth

rhododendron and blaze of gerbil
paths descending from sewage in the wet hill
long ditches of walkers with suspended tongues
buckets of tin in a stone unwashed floor
corroded walks of antique draped in ornament walkers
blazes framed in arctic sun trail
form relinquishing the keys of death
the flaming house comes to life in light of many flaming houses

neighborhoods dark with scorn decorate the hillscape
showing light the broken rock fences going out of style
long branches are hands in flight from gods
who never cursed the soil
nursed to life by torn tits and sheen of green earth
hanging limb in the middle of my life that never caught fire
that stays with me and pursues me til I raise it like a fist
conglomoration of shelled beings weeping in orgasm