For the fiery clasp

unfurled in female limbs

the forest creaks and rages

cloth piles on grassy floors

animated with radiant thorns

dancing on a concrete dome

over a chain of water tanks

a leaf's vein between flickering eyes

where the sun splits into confetti

small scale model of a harpooned whale.

Cell's ember meditating

in a smoking chair

towns toppled into rivers

by a rainbow snake

one solitary tongue.

Shining vessel, womb spider

on the borders of sun-split senses,

retrieve me from metallic ditches

where my torpedoed body

has been scattered in twitching pieces,

thread the oil of your hair

over these discarded fences

in their field of rust,

kelp breathing and pumping

under the eyes of a drone's kiss,

resurrect me from titanic mold

to fill your slim light

and blend me in the blade

that you wield over electric waves.

Trumpets blowing in tunnel walls

the light source drowned in a molten core

rails exfoliating greasy gloves

toward a pool of eggs

the tidal drift of a fragrant table

phallic prongs of coral chairs

metallic net's festering eyeballs

through a shrouded sea.

Bubbles of galactic baby spit

feathered weave of lizard tongues

the tumult of android wrath

from empty human hearts

a skyscraper syringe

bruised knuckles on liquid glass

the gelatin veins

unyielding empire.

Highway lines littered

with wet smashed lightbulbs

electric wires dangling bloody jewels

the heights of glacial seats

from which a moon is exploded

racing water bugs wearing reedy helmets

aisles furnished with divine fiber optic glow

flickering through cemetery woods.

Bones and flesh of fallen dust

with mushroom thumbnails

forehead planted in a glassy screen.

The soothing distillation of back streets

powdered by exploding motors

me and my girl's guitar

waiting in an artist's loft

for her to return through ferns and highways

perched on the dreaming saucer's edge

as it flies above moaning trees

the river's rope of brains

heading for a brick nest.

Scriptures tabled by a steaming window

the strings of lamps in copper chorus

all the glue of one solution's wound.

Warehouses of the lucid dream exposed

under rented clouds

blades protruding from a thousand suns

orbiting toward disharmony

the cold scales of an interlocking kiss

silk screened and bodiless

cymbals glued to a wall of ice

whispering behind thick domed fields

and faded farms

the slow leaping of spidery water

and subsiding grain.

A green tunnel in the sandy earth

pouring liquified bone

the hail specked lampshade boulevard

swelling toward the sun

dead stars in a series of cages

the flowery handcuffs on a crucified skin slave

breaking toward a lunar spoon

and the hot glaze of an empty table

the ponds and lakes and swamps become

a sky scraping wave

a line maker sleeps in a dusty armchair

behind a mustache screen.