Peaks wincing from

their cracks of ice

across seething valleys

with the eyes they have collected

fleeing plans of bones

my court of ashen floors

rising to plateau

with wax lungs

scattered in smashed chains

around a swallowed fireplace.

Beetle wing sleds

cup coils of lips

anatomy of mouths

cojoined around the throated

cliff root.

The day goes down

to the infinite dark

dragging chains and bells.

Scarred by runaway cities

a plaid sky folds up

the neon vulvas

and phallic

filing cabinet towers.

God's fingers move

like snakes on the grey abyss.

Bright veins of electric light,

all the leaning dams

where I slept.

Bulbs cracked by cold

in a winter's soil

tarnished pans of clear

translucent blood.

The light of earth dawns

from a microwave door.

The tea drenched sky

opens its tongues on tar.

Lemon corsets

wink to green garters

on the body of one

who does not fade

having touched eternal eyes.

She plates the eggs

among fine cut flowers,

seaweed streamers

small mouths of salt

in the cracked ice.

For the sights and sounds lost,

for the love made that never lasted.

For the long lost songbird

who still plucks my nerves

from a bloody distance.

By living I come into death,

through no other entrance.

And she waits for me there,

with olives and the quills

of cloaked bones,

with eggshell eyelids.

She waits with a slit

in her metallic backbrain,

still feeding on what the milk

of my cells has offered.

And I go to her with

paint in my joints, with glue

and its contestant acid

wrapped around my blue

fingernails, in a shawl

of feathery worms,

calling her with the name

that my mouth has become,

a smoking pillar of salted wounds.

In the suck of time

I'm a ragged torso

pushed away from legs

and shoveling brains

while the waves gravitate

to one window

while the seams of the frame

fill with lips and split

in the newsprint flat land

I'm a cartoon juggernaut

bleeding from the hair thin lines

dead alphabets have laid down

this bucket mouth stilted on a salt stalactite

and gulping lightning

forked over to the furnace that knows my name

imprisoned catapult and scarp

this tongue lit cipher scrawling hard.

I've been sifted through

the walls of the world

until my eyes burn

out of my flesh

seeing the porous fade

of the usual lights

oozing in a pine glaze

drip of diseased planets

crossing the chutes of space.

Ships of rusted metal

lodged in sand

the sideshow of a fuming ocean

tossing up suits and keys.

Uncoupled from beauty

tarnished by its retreat

watching the chart of stars

crash into the spine

of a grey rectangle.

Surfed by blood

and an icicle's heat

for furrowed hands.

I've scattered kingdoms

in the dark where beauty spreads

rode the rubber sunlight

from an anchored candelabra

to the singing canyons of purple moss

kneeled under the vents

of giant mushrooms

breathing sweet and dirty tongues

slid through the crashed bones

and their flying skin

in a holocaust of dreams

and punished fauna

seen a demon's bleeding tailbone

as he leaped

my mouth ripped open

by the fragrant waterfall

and slime of divine rocks.

Not the crooked mouth

of anesthetic that I took

or the hills climbing

that are sexed and bulbous

or the hallowed shacks of music

where I shook my bones

and ascended in a pale light

only the solitary benches

oozing wax at dusk

and pools of engine water

where I make my way

only the crumpled longing

salvaged by the blood

that goes in flame above

and the water of speech that stays

quiet on the tongue.

Blood surf of my bloodshot eyes

hollow tunnel of a sunrise

seen from ass-beaten sand

palms blowing to the cemetery wind

that sweeps the grey horizon

through a red clay mouth

and out a brick vagina

snails peppered round the fireplace

that fried their moth wings

a mutant salad seen

from a dog's face

the jelly of carved marble

in a pulsing thousand years

rust's lunar elastic.

Field after field

linked by corroded rivers,

vines reaching to the film

of planetary nimbus,

over fences deep

in a pit of rich soil,

dreams on the water's face

drifting toward a blue fire,

daisies sprouting through

a broken stone, blades

of a propeller's churning

chopping lard

from a trapped brain case,

pine branch's handprints

climbing to a satin veil

dropping hot between

the slide of earthly worlds.

A cleft in the hills

where the skin listens

sky scrubbed grass fades

brown to gently seething swamp

foil of fallen buildings

question marks on mud

nails from evaporated boards

like slugs on brick

a sanctuary pit

where dying organs

form a choir

and resolve in tortured avatar

strings resurrect

the bones of my teeth

a serpent series glistens

the tank full of torches

burns with sweetest oil.

These mossy blocks of brick,

thorn veils of antique wells,

this beauty on her knees gulping seed

all fill with light aged

rays building vaults in space

landing on pennies and rain

punching a steam umbrella.

These corkscrew vines and ivy haze,

mold platforms and fungal foundations,

fingers following the lightning

to an echo's panting basement,

are refracted in a maze of eager blood

a chained lung breathing.

Wings blooming in long halls

the neon orifice

anointed through a speeding web

pursed seams of universe's end

crackling toward an electron letter

windows blazing at the peaks

of concrete pyramids

the ax blade of one face

separating cream of sky

and finding home in zero.

Green hills

behind the fire of bones

canals caressing

lard painted rocks

rooms lit by the lonely

porches dripping down

a cliff face of paint

metallic spiral doors.

The street I knew

scraped bare by roving plows

that never return

to any stop or station

curbs and rutted corners

swirling in a mist

of pink eruptions.

Cloth eyes and button mouths

gone far from animating wires

the upward paths

descending into space.

Hell's favorite underling

who takes the brightness from the blood

bone plaything

boiling paint

with a transparent kettle

casting lines upon the leaden sea

head baked into an unmoving cloud

spoon mouth startled in a pillar of clay

electric dancing brows

and copper feet singing.

A clock of smashed teeth

swirled inside a ring of eyes

stuck to this foggy blade

of funneled sunlight.

A lion in the cracked crust

torn map of the fertile Earth

alone with wired jaw

roaming slopes of concrete

pierced by the magnetic rib

bridges of highway undersides

wood growth over wrecked houses

moon's crux vine covered poles

a creaking city arc

from rural parkland soaring

the dim time's radiance

of walks on chains

and rope fed light

one lonely bottle deposit

to gulp the swamps of glass

and leave his dry mane flying

separate as a mask.

The glories of those days

when the world was open

I could not taste

from the ribs of my frozen barrel

I rolled around smoking

on oily wheels

in a glass case avoiding faces

in a paint tub of wounded spiders

on a raft made of soaked erasers

I stood my lens against a fallen spear

and stared a train tunnel into being

on the tar of blood I watched

the bright garages

fallen oaks with airplane dashboards

sky's flank of seething veins.

Orbs above the mountain

blinking and signing

trails of their lights

cutting diamonds of dusk

from the frail continents

from the high bronze walls of ice

trash glittering in heaps

and riding round fountains

threads of unraveling heaven

atwitch on the rails of yeast

that bloom in rutted miles

A gelatin ballroom

with scarf receipts

draped across transparent chairs

the naked guests departed

to the roaring woods.

Ice teeth

left in a lady's cup

growling and chafing

at a crumpled cloth.

All trains of light in grooves

a spinning chandelier

candelabras to the wind

that swept them here.

Fecal hexagrams

with cocaine pinpoints

floating through

the cave of flashbulb corn.

Faces made for masks

and slinky vertebrae

fading frames of painted crimes

giving off a nimbus

of hot spit.

Shades of the love

that turned to rancid teeth

tripping around

a sun scorched corner.

Bots in their dance of care

melted down

to less than dust.