GIFTS FROM THE HORSEPOWER MAGNET BLACKOUT TREATMENT

Now we come to the epoch, stamped in red
on the back of the neck,
two thousand costumes wield complete power
from a blue filter to a crooked screen of sex
when the different parts of the body are molded,
aching aura of sounds, with large paperweight eyes,
all their clothes in plastic bags,
arms from the brushes, the energy of sugar,
swarming from darkened day they strike the water
escape the intellectual shadow
slowly turn into fishes in the new structure
and turn into birds water-clocks and entrails
a giant heap of alien metal twenty girls are busy melting

The fringes are a silver death's living blanket
on the distance of the moon, insect broadcasts
and vacuum chambers, a small wax-covered wheel
in a steel vat of broth, maggots revolving a stone door.

During this quarantine, the spring should rise slightly
when the points of light turn corners, grinding wet
the two slits in our fitted suits of steel,
the harsh fate of these probes,
and the intermediary messenger
taking place in the halo as the galaxy itself
with rudimentary hind limbs.

LOVE POEM #21

The two worlds are huge gasbags,
the outer boundary and its living envelope
in the five solid organs
every person carries a map
with visible threats, in the spheres
of the planets, which fitted into
the outer corner of the ring finger,
30,000 times without pause
virtually tireless.

--such love, I might fly out all windows
at once, stun multiplied selves into scattering--

if it seems to leave me in a cold star
it is always moving tides
both inward & outward,
the frontal openings, the rearmost lobe,
it is moving the showerstall white walls
gurgling micro-life under the docks,
masturbating the left wall
masturbating the right wall
moving the showerhead
and long fluorescent bulbs
down through the central throats
a million wet ducts opening
in unfathomed stretches of lawn,
mysterious goldenrod, warped black susans,
masturbating the sides of a barn
in basketball hoop sunlight,
while the world shakes to be with them,
to be a red ray of care
from another planet, to pray
all other dimensions into this one,
masturbating the full black of space's heart,
going under the electrostatic tide-waves

--the lights are not alive, but love,
look at the lights--

to clench salt in the mouth like a diamond,
to work up through a furry throat
to view corrosive frontiers, to be
totally an alien, glimpsed over and over
through a roving windscreen, hung with robes
that shine the belly of the three thousand,
the comfortable millions
perched on bleachers in grey blankets
sacrificing their faces to cloud-beams,
masturbating a high green, near silence
until you fall under the elms
with a face like a coin-plate
watching the graveyards go by
like armored cars, letting the candles rain
with wicks dancing on marble dashes,
instrument panels lipstick-printed,
with furs in the damp corners, chandeliers
displaying row over row of human faces
with stretched gazes, if it seems
to leave me in a cold star it is held
two pockets of sand in the face-cheeks,
parched unit
dribbling, until the shadows smoking
in cliffs of moss shingle
come down to fuck me one at a time
and leave me peaceful behind the waterfall.

colored hill spreads
an ocean of sand
raked into frozen
bushes, interspersed
enchanting form or the disjointed
out over the plain

raw desert, man is seldom
the horizon, no farm or wind
catch land. The feeling is intensified
by the littlest sound--the faint
dry scrub, the whisper
nowhere

the desert reveals the arrival

tight band of energy around upper forehead,
belt of pulsars making ribs clack
together tides lap upward on a woman's body
everything is wall upon wall of young leaves,
cranes lifting and releasing, the activity
of the harbor, limbs begging
with enwrapment, two strung mammals
among the muscle of a bluefish school.

all over the salted city mops move
on linoleum sidewalk
shadowed people among gothic architecture
depositing and receiving
cash on stigmata palms
waiting for stitched enumeration,

waiting for liberty to come like a junebug
scuttling out of a slicked anus, the future's scarlet
angels on accelerated parade,
all tides filled with floating machinery,
ticking in seaweed caress,
rocking rocking

dreams have a clock, to follow
themselves around, we must escape
our dreams, we must dream new dreams,
we must be poles convergent
with one another, kissing glacial
stamina out of the stopped rocks.

ORGAN MISTRESS for Olivia

pipe organ mistress, dangling sounds
don't touch you, as you soar on the lifts
of powerful factories

lit red black dress going up
to the mineral deposits of foreign moons
with a smile of all time
quivering on bodied lips,
as mailboxes snail out of the daylight

these are the days when the piping of the organ
will lift you over the clotheslines
in short wafting hops, tracing fingers
along the rims of chimney mouths,
telling your form to each cumulous

surrender to sea & smoke,
lobster cages drying on a dock,
clouds moving in counter-currents,
sun on every burst pore
crabs stumbling into sunlight
from under beachfront woodpiles
let your lips take on a dirty look
become an invader in the shops,
let neckties brush you lovingly,
ash sprinkle all panoply of dashboards,
earth a clothes-closet, until
you collapse in a mist on the pavement,
low tides of fire
carrying the pigeons and penguins away

there will be a kind of dignity in being
hammered by the years, oilslicks
dribbling down the long hills,
glazing leaves as they pass
into fluorescent centers, where men
trade uneasy glances with one another,
wondering who witnessed the murder, eyes
that danced only
in heavy shadow.

the vast power of trees
strikes you in the back
of your lipstick line
the flaming half of a skull
smashed apart by raging
molecules, taught to be
as a star burns

unaware, the throat of a gull
opens fish belly's
ointment store of oil
all is bisected and trisexed
no question
at the disintegration's beam-end

intricate flowers bow heads
down like dogs in rain
you are carving your naked way
through goldenrod with a kindling sword
the pine trunk tent red wine
dark, mouths enveloping navels, memory
the flashlight jammed up your rectum
quick thoughts of other planets
erupting peace,

overflown streetlights
superimposed elms
diamondshaped signs,
dark green bushes I'd like
to lop blackberry icecream dark as shadow
on each of your tits
watch you scrape the underneck
closest to magnet
sea level, with your silver-tipped
claws, thorns on our hard labia

milk brow telling it all in ache
to your mutest mouth
orange peel interior lips, blue-singed
my five-fingered surroundings
buried in each knuckle
up to jellyroll
struggling free here in the best
heart of the hologram.

run out on electrical wires in an attractive area,
you deserve all the pleasures broken of hedges, front
lawns scared to sleep, universes turning red
at a stumble, a throat sticking to the white air.
saxophoned
cliff ledges faces turned to the eaten
belly of the moon
smoke street cigarette stubs
to dig up the center of the earth
madness is contagious in slight glances

the headpiece shines like wax
at the tail, you are a unit
of purifying force,
petrified atmospheres in cobalt blue & green
jelly deeps

there's one more thing I have to kill
then I'm rollercoaster
over the solar system
the golf course kissed with blood
one more dry morning on fire
the windowpane scratching I'll build
a twig bridge from me to your forehead

all kills and births take place here
in this gleaming
they're bringing a big pizza
over the neighborhood hills your lover
has the least shiver of a face today
your robin breasts are
going over a glass wall

sodomize your equal in medium rain
I'm coming over the state pen
doughnut rolls plastered to the labial wall
papered tent skin screaming through drunk
in electromagnetic belches

brown smoke and black
disembodied gateways
agent
patting a force-field of bare cymbals
your beautiful wide intelligent