I swam in cardboard space

and surfaced in hotel tubs

appearing in the dreams of others.

Searched the houses of the dead

for keys they lost

to some invisible kingdom.

All the trails ended in darkness.

Under the architecture of the old stories

a new story was repeated.

Mountains of teeth

guitar strung vertebrae

night doesn't need to talk back.

Waves of haunted appliances

ripple after ripple of elastic shells

crackling to suck the fiber of animation.

In the edited flow of time

on the sand still hot after sunfall

one cursed and glowing seed

need of the infinite

crammed into this breaking cell

the glory of numbered beasts

this infamous coupon.

Wheels turning all around me

will continue, altering their form

rectangular mirrors will flow

sideways, carried by star spangled

beauties of the realm

for whose form licking frames

of metallic paint crucify

the kittenish image,

engines in a long line

to see the dance of a chartless era,

cherry villages besieged

by tumbleweed steam

the crossbeam's frost in stages

dining on resplendent plastic

draped in unmoving flame

blood colored vines on theater walls

these shadows in historic clothes

the light of a keychain galaxy

all rent for mending

the gears of unthinking voids

have found a voice

ferns of death are resurrection ferns.

Born on a hovercraft

drinking scenery from the baby bottle

watching the vast cat families

climb the wild trees

panes of an eroding game

claws toned on the bark that reacts.

Whimpers in the longest hallway

the accumulated palace enfolds.

Shrines there are beautifully

abandoned, sparse with decoration

lined with expressive teeth.

Lobbies of the cinematic tongue

clicking automative perfume lockers.

Paveways of the Truck-A-Lot Fantastic

coral reefs on either highway side.

She lives with her hands in the earth.

She watches the chickens.

Branches have fallen in the backyard.

She rewires the wires.

Stones from the garden

line the walk.

No one is a match for any other.

Galactic freckles

pushed by some far off expanse

dimes washed by rain

just a scattered handful

ghosts waiting in airports

ghosts waiting in bus stations

weight carried back to its maker

in a bronzing time

aisles built by frost

between the deepest trees

Cliffs of cheddar

crowned by garlic boulders

herbs and mushrooms sliding

into boats of burning leaves

a clay mask on a satin pillow

body of eyeballs wrapped

in curls of written hair

poured forth from neon skin

transparent scalp that rides

a squirming mass of brain

slithering to fill each limb

windows lit with violet glass

mouth packed with transmitting wires

church of blood with three delicious fires

Black sky rolled back by blacker sky

cave's furthest reaches

rippling with cool new yellow light

bright ointment on the lips of the well

limbs reaching to be inked

near its darkest center.

Yarns to be held by fate

and flowing over junkyard lots

apples polished in ghostly carts.

Ditches creased with oil

near the concrete path.