scatter these half-lives, melt them
down beneath their shadows, let daisies
morph their careless selves intact
through the metal life of a machete

two dachsunds penetrate in turns
their unminding mother, drag
their diseased thin pricks
on a street, investigate the scum
on gummy sidewalks in front
of the laundromat.

Now sleep is irrelevant, I like
their movements, darting life better
than human information, can't catch
their runny eyes in the blade
of a mailbox flag, return this life
to the scrapheap, let it angrily
put roots through a skyscraping mass
of attacked automobiles.

Two dachsunds walk through
the washing cycle, become my eyes
in a fever dimension. They are such
pretty black sausages
roaming under a parade
of slicked rainchairs,
stormclouds shot with pink sun

flicking nuclear misery
at hairlines of outsexed coincounting
readers of tiny politics, I heft
the bronze of my lover's strange purse
while she sleeps, turn my own penis
into an antelope, the dachsunds
aren't my feelers
I'm the severed arm under a newspaper.

Orgasm all day, watch her in red shawls
naked at the navel and shins, also
the eyes and nosebone, red butterfly
larvae in the glint of all pupil, perched
on wood slightly older than she
at an organ of lit keys, chirping droning
to the powerline click
of a drum machine climbing
the cliffs of invaded memory.

branch sways forth above elongated head
eyes pistil out into human air
for touching, animals fill the laundromat
to maim or orgasm, sniffing dog blankets,
turning prismatic lenses on long stalks
to intergalactic features
of horizon

as loved killers re-penetrate tamed,
fixed civilizations, eyes sway
on the ends of instrument antennae
stomachs levitate to inhabit
cavern hearts
two sliced watermelon flowers
ooze birth
to a light shower of sperm

billions believing in nightmare selves
gun barrels sliding forth a thousand
sighing throats, flower stalks
nudging pothole fringes in hotel parking lots,

the main road a litter of salamander corpses,
their orange fading burnt, sun unprotected
from its own venom of existence
lamb life and lamb meat
in winds of ancient life

green pods hopping brighter and brighter
on magnetized tongues
myriad deep
kissing on the shanks of fallen monument
light toasted hands
gripping dark toasted currency
innocence alive behind supermarket glass
carrying no ticket, ascending
radiant blue butterfly
superimposed
on a tide-surge of maggots

slowly with paws turned inward
you chipped away at all things
with your beauty until buildings
curved in the guide of your movements
and finally all living things
wanted to be in your presence
a blade in the head
fur takes the eyes and the aftermath
slowly with paws inward
eyes bigger than scope
a huge blade in the head
you walked your smaller creatures
down the salt dock over and over
eyes eaten by what they see constantly
you come to be viewed
in the presence of no beholder.

drain
hydrate thought screen
orbs blooming in air on each side
bridge rattled by sunset energy

I watch freedom grow in its peaceful
moments, and think, now we're
really getting somewhere but the youngest
man I ever met whispered gently, humorously,
charmingly into my ear: just remember you're
always watching a funeral party
get suckerfeet and suckerhands
up into the sky corners
something colorless invisible old
is stirring nowhere at all

drink
oilships in the eyes of a good kisser
receding tracers tagged with blood
moth wings scoop after scoop

and many bridges saying
something gorgeous has passed under
something worthy of intake has crossed these waters
assaults on bare space should and will continue
something certain has vacuumed all overhead

the violence of trees and rain,
raw district drawn out
in universal color, front doorway
of the electronic soul, a new brain,
interplanetary imaginings, layer upon layer
tapped relentlessly in to the mechanism,
phallic ultra tip of the prime mover

a flood-tide of raccoon bodies
and lonely against it with a mop
watching the jelly of outer space
tense janitor in love with escaping,

his torso is part of a bridge
connecting states, ribs incoherent
reef's ridge at the belly
of the finger's touch, a black hole blooming.

we move as a couple-unit
through waiting rooms, jails,
swift bodies of the unknown,
we wipe numbers from the doors
of rooms we enter in our sleep,

suddenly we're walking to breakfast
through a long solid tunnel,

this subway cherishes its own bricks,
the love of motion, love of coal
histories, lipstick on bathroom doors,
low money in eroding corners, this

time-burst doesn't discover, it is outside,
it is not intimate lasers, it isn't required
to turn into plastic, this radio shrieking
is all my body can carry.

hornets on force-fields of wet lips
tickling the nerves of a close sun
light on the belly light on the stone
of a death in marble

twin dogs in sunlight on tar
twin dogs at the base of mailbox
licking a shovel together
twin nostrils on straws
black susans trampled in mud
hornets stomped in machine dance
proud electrical displays
in assaulted airport; the twin
on its hard nerves, tugging a kiosk hologram
with him in silver helm, eyes flecked
with asbestos, lips septum scorched twice
to match flares with the belly of a sun,

don't you ever lay down on the earth
to be healed, mush your tongue
on scattered maples. Propellers in velvet
sashes, disease crawling over the trunk
mantle the jug full of pulped grapes
a white cat crawling down the silent air
from a fluorescent light, eye of an alien ship

lipstick-blind, dashed by pennies
a shallow drainwalk

SIRLOIN DISTRICT

fruit-meat, saddled with ashes,
where do you go to droop
your velvet antlers,
where do you go to droop
your head on the woodpile,
we can get away with anything,
where do you go to bury
your leavings, where do you go
to dump your blood on this earth,

you were travelling, in a song, in a song
with backgrounds slipping
down the walls of interterrestrial time,
wallpaper of eyelashes, beloved,
stung by yellowjackets
in the horror of a light rain,
touch the beauty eat it out of the air,
to your right side the sea,
to your left side the sea,
letting the death ahead in vapor
blend into the movie,
blend crimson into the mirror,
the element of randomness
in a human face, the element
of strangeness toward all being,
the eyes a closed cabinet,
the eyes whole tunnels between rivers,
going blind to feel the all-seeing

back-fields, scarred in velvet places
dogs multiplying in a hypersecond
swingsets necklaced by beads of stunning viscera
eel meat on rye, government of flour
goldenrods take the corners
bright arms through chainlink
scythe caught in upper branches
yellowjackets swim above diaper pile
pathways stained with oil
sandbox full of bullet shells
brighter than all stars

perfect fallen skyscaper
boosts from orgasmic foundation
radio tower festooned with lacy underwear
penetrated forests, eternally unknown ghost species
the lovers speak, whole libraries of energy

BRIGHT OTHER

tiny pink spiders crawl thick green blades
headpiece stacked and laced
with white straw in the afterworld
are they babies are they about to die

I itch all day stopsign
buried up to its metal neck
in the corner of a high lawn
the one word staring tiny pink spiders
crawl from death to growth
their tiny noticing not much difference

scaffoldings of digital multi-fuck
and chihuahua paw irritates the mustache
the upper lip doesn't care about the lower lip
little legs going nowhere for everywhere
headpiece knuckled and bubbled
scissors invisible between limbs

if the right hand doesn't care about the left hand
the eyes behind fingernails will watch
tiny pink spiders think big
thoughts of devouring in the belly
of their hour on faint legs I
welcome them onto my belly hairs

let poison bite fiber and follicle
never reaching flesh flowers
have black hearts near around us
yellow petals long in the air
interrupt telephone wires all
erupt from their mother's egg back
and the earth has a magnet heart

calling headpiece down to rot in its rest

moths gathering on a steakknife
lonely hands in an energy porthole
twin moons that turn around an invisible bird
dead friend head against artificial heater
woken by backward time to prowl in drunk hours
the porch chopped to bits on the roof
fridge light damp on erections
electrical extension cord chesthairs
holographic muscle fiber
the word LOVE scrawled wide on a windshield

that one grows, until his forehead
is a vista of meaning. His dashboard
becomes a part of it, then his eyes
are imprinted with a historical map
of the sun. This unhealthy mammal
bribed the best of public men to rip
the cloth from his eyeless torso
in universal public. He can't stop
the orange trees from growing, or turn
gasoline to water.

That man would rather be a woman of his own
construction, a steakhouse mirror, a champion
of imaginary sports arenas, gleaning
ancient televisions from a belched wind
of statistics. He has wings now
that are different from what he imagined,
from what can be imagined.

little ramps of side-road
descend from monolith funnel
ruthless highway churning
cartilege & bone to marrow stew

dogs in a backseat grin drool
while the shocks groan on
orifices of pressed tar
damaged automatic doors shift
paws split where feet don't
go scampering where feet open

little cries to be fetched
muffled inward monkey
come from woefully
overcomplicated mammal
weather control is clicked apart
machine shell gasps to force
walls outward that are inbuilt
the yearning skull holds two dogs

LUXURY METAL

noise princesses on a firm ledge:
volcanic fire far beneath turning
fitfully to a pond of large mirror.
They take their vaginal intellectual names
down a radio antennae

lubricating the windless small center
with casual outcries. Shells of ant
sun-roasted on a painted runway
stirred by escaped air conditioning.
Kisses print the tunnel's sides
with evaporating tear gas

banished medics reconfigure traffic accident
to look like an advertisement party
this is my core crying out
through many faraway things

SNIGGLETOOTH

the floating water casts out birds
windshield painted in ragged light
telephone dead on the backseat, bark crawling
numb kidneys

bridges chime aging in rust
tar is filled with washed pebbles ashore
tires jump, sole flip in the air,
the agonies in little side mirrors

a rain pile of ribcages

and so much white clamor in traffic
bulb orange shaving the gentle nimbus
soft from every real light
between highway lines
radiant from the edge:
two cyclop virgins
staring.

VACUUM

Paraded in vulva sweaters
two sour green cheek wearers
proceed through the faint pink
airliner doorway, treadmills stalled
breasts lashing electric light
burst slackened veins,
the mountain signing off
through a trainmouth.

We have a mechanically achieving
champion, wearing our tits with a rash
for the storms on fire
in disconnected lands.

Let the dust under sofa
cover your tongue, your backhole
languidly offering new.
We have a chin for the new wearers.
He will march with us into the solar system.
He will show tricks with which to scare idols.
His palms will observe a salt moment
white black grainy old photo tracking
the tracks of the tracks of the tracks
of those healing veins, licking one rectum shyly.

BRAMBLE PORN: NAILED INTO GOLD

I was in the realms
of comfort, a friend was dying.
No November can fall
on this roof, quacks the robot.
We were playing hop-skotch
deep in Elysium back fields,
quacking roosters
raid the field of night, over and starlit over
again the basketball hoop is
tilted by leapers, moth hop
dying on the old rope net,
grey as the whole polluted sky,
hung on a white cotton
fuzzed antler, space-sprung
nuclear yellow, liquidly poured open
from universe to universe. easy,
all quick naked veined
childlike, right for the job.

Ice-picks beheaded adorn
each helmeted shoulder,
the ones coated in lipstick
step up after and after the
unmolded quiver of each other,
lighting the eaten web, two rainpeople
laughing, two drizzlepeople
nailed into an attic corner
by collapsing gravity. And a mansion
is reconstituted pinkdarkly
among murdered restaurant winds
what holds the palm lined in engine oil
drawing the vaporous presence
of otherworld moth
twitching under rock walls,
nudging sheep to the late flares
of the open sun. You evaded
your taxes for this, you bought
and drank twin plastics of vodka,
you rubbed saddle lotion
on the TV wires, for this, you undid
your fake gown, you androided greenly
through everything, this is youth,
swingset's eye on the road wreck's
parade of daily loving bodies.

So that you could go to the bottom
we all talk about
and go there and go there
and go there
and find out what is left there.