STEPPING AT THE PORTAL OF BUMBLEFOOT

Downbeat of wings; dreamlike states and loss
a small mirror pressed gently through a steep-walled network of black blood
eggs on a dish no need of firearms
tree-shrouded to wait for a breeze and taxi over each child's crib
light is wiggled by patterned sheets
to build a landing field with platforms, ladders, and cubbyholes
in the fabric drunkenly

its good resonance known to drum of a roof gutter
and birds are drowned to the song
olive neurons encode the three-dimensional light fixture--
though I were a piece of paper train
and the rail on the side of the bed and two floating docks blew us in two.

PHANTOM LIMBS HUNGER FROM THE BRINK

The oval window appeared under a pall of writhing smoke
by her bodily need for control cables and fluid lines to the surface alive
towered three times as tall as the bearded young numbers of nurses

and level bombers of piano wire pancaked into the sea
maternal pulse and blood by adding a bomb rack
crest cells slice recordings against the controls to be awakened

to ache miserably of the oxygen through unending daylight
a glider-like shock to the animal's tail, the same light across the icecap
could not shake the clouds born into the body

sees herself trapped in the hold of dark blue robes
the sea of fleece tiny willow and pine-covered
an entire class of faces could go with its fuel

a single tail shock on the past-life person's body
forced by darkness to shed such shackling ceremonies from the wheel

SYNAPTIC TRANSRIVERS OF BABYLON

In the trailing antenna of a nation at war you awaken spontaneously
from a seaplane tender, a hand on painfully cold bars,
father's scrap-metal driven by rubber bands
and with a hole in the wall between the two rooms with birds flapping
and chirping and feathers not to be shackled by a pack of bureaucrats
you must mount a machine and become acquainted with disequilibrium
to seek shade, her red or green bars of light
in their wallpaper patterns; the man with blindsight;
everlasting doors; the kind of cars, furniture,
that vent violent, uncontrollable shapes of music
ice-locked 100 miles away, waiting for a slow, deep cry of welcome

BELL JET

Crumpled wings and broken rotor blades
he rode upward, out of control, until the outward nerve fibers
multiengined over the tropical grassland like outraged beasts,
and the shoestring jungle of the new men, waste dinner in the brightly lit ship

we forget everything, where we are, that the tiny breakaway nation
can come from the sky and their student who felt no pain and died
with an angelic face lawless as his elders

he crossed the coastal mountains by his cracked undercarriages
rang venison, fruit and cream, the wine flowed and glasses clinked; towns
droned across immense open spaces where no TV or nightclub
repeated many times: bell, meat powder, salivation, bell.

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If tassels could bind you in void ducts
and grass water the steps all after
landing like sunlight in the courtyard
of a palace of garbage

you would come down wreathed
by common disguises
an imp in furs

but you hold wheat, apples, a pinch
and deep inside the atom
empty space happening like
an impenetrable light-thicket.

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There we went with the letters of our names flailing
into darkness, eternity was told to sit down
in front of the choir

we tore a waltz like silt through paper
out of the eon dragged air
bestilled for tooth shaped caves
where the eras of famous history
collapse into rag ferns
and burnt pussywillow

here the apples fell all
in the same spot one
after the other.

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wall bursts out of a light
the candelabra of arms
geometrically outstretched
all to a halo of the same green sun
bodies painting bodies in the radio

who touches me touches no multitude
I am alone in the crushed shell
of your embracement
dragging a salt tail
over small town roads
that never touched the ocean's lungs

armor grows from skin that dropped its medicine
your beauty is not large enough to hold me
I'll comb your hair with my eyes
from the parched window of a day-stunned airplane
plowing the tusks of my manhood's mask
into your garden earth
buried there without the relatives

the pope of a treehouse
and the seven sails that bring me away
from around the rain world

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

see those removed
from that which is old
become ancient
see their broken panorama of eyes
and the emptied river of drug plead:
heal this house, seal off the false divides
play water flute to the drowning mouth

of a failed savior dreaming
freedom from failed disciples
and the desert under the earth
tar twinkling
in the active moment
where apocalypse shrinks
to a tin violet streaked
with doll-stained moons

******((((((***))))))******

moth wings deepen on a matching wall
body cage rises to kiss the paint
where a skeletal train elopes
with a cargo of radiant black

passengers emptied into torn auditoriums
choking on the fire of firebreathers
and loving it
the frames of farm girls
departed from their porches
a silken madness enwrapping
their rooms behind rooms

wasp wings on the backs
of their necks twitching
for the signals of chewing mouths
who pestle the form's
tech-rimmed aurora
without breaking the skin

()))))))))(())))))

I woke up a friend in the darkest afternoon
dreams of post-apocalypse that tormented him
passed through my palms
we walked down a hallway
together that will follow us into death

a girl's simplest touch, the painted corners
that deepen slowly, let me come to you
with something like peace in my hands, he said
I was in a clinic I was manipulated
there were force-mutated human beings
operated on and for a moment in living dream

I was one of them, we were glowing with dirtied
light, we were among the undeserved blessed
who walk, dragging their slashed
numinous unbeings

INCAST


jackalhood fires in my bones
I hear stories of the girl who lived on drainwater
how one day we'll unfold each
other's encrusted valley wings
with a ropeswing into the sea
blue seagull white sky
our masks of salt
skirted in burlap and bellowing

toward the bars of rippled sand
she'll lead a light net
I'll follow with a spear on my back
to the music of lunar waves
lapping against an island of airplane seats
brine on the body and brine of the body
torching a bluefish with severed eyes
my desk on the shoreland
with an old tarp roof

jackalhood ignites in my blood
but I hold it back with my skin smiling
the fanning of her webbed hands
keeps my mammal's guardian
wide awake I protect the reptile
locks of her spun hair
touch the ghost of our doorway
bloodblack eyes that light up
the mansions of a lost race
where spines turn deep to gold
and ancient jazz is playing

OPENDOME

it's a fluttering away that I can't follow
runs its close machinery inside the glass of every window
we call it the world and it won't wait outside
we follow it next to the river
carrying bundles of moss-furred sticks
where the water opens up and the chemicals of light
drift down onto our forearms
to peel back our naked cloaks

)))))))))))))

light snapping on and off
in the the empty capitals
the dancing of human numerals
is grounded in salt
and the huge season turns over

we wither into it like squatters with reptile skin
move trains aside with gusts of breath and then
become abruptly powerless

during the birthdays of saints
and the activities of captured horses
time goes through at exactly the same pace
very few notice anything at all

we go in our cloth coats
under and over bridges
cursing the songs in the air
and knocking them down

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

to the land of forward cars
with false licorice you leaning forward
in a subway yakking
how many are dying how many
skinny and hysterical pinning their hopes
and sinews to the sled blade ribs
of a long dead whale playing ping

pong in their clam sweat sleep
somebody wake up in the tubes of hallway
knock me out real cerebral
take away my vacuum cleaner
find me in the passage vapor from a mop
somebody else's suicide
fling my ammonia hair
deep into the toweled paper
of a sacred closet
talk to me machinery
make me a wire worming basket

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a broken rhino I
stop between traffic lights
lost as a time bomb
go between huge slabs of grave
aching with celestials
tugged forward by innocent ears
lost in history

the big footprints fill
with a shining salad of cockroaches
moon dragging space
through their shells
light taxed and misting
I lumber looking
on painted runways

^^^^^^^^^
Lamb's ear, sweet skunk,
I won't be haunting your garden's doorstep anymore
or tearing the moss from your stones
or slug-tonguing my way
into the seams between dirty concrete

there's no edge left to the shovels
the cranes and lifts are gone
the sky is further away than ever before
no worker will be singing with metal or wood
my strut has departed the sway
of your bedded flowers

the sun is close and mute to the coming moon
an oak's length of barbed wire
is the earth's last cathedral wall

we're mating in the past,
the mines in mountain walls
river that away

^^^^^^^^^

starved on a pinnacle
deep in the air's history
light comes soothingly
of phantom tonnage

flaws in birch open raw lips
to the movement of weather
there's nothing happening in many barns
the small farms stilled on a Sunday

hanging naked in a willow
two lovers are stems and leaves
absenting themselves
from the traffic of the world

wide mouths fell open at the arrival of sound
young flower of water

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these walls come out of the eyes
out of beauty so that you will know their threats
shadow stamping on last embers
in a hallucinated field
paths on each side going
down to the projected river

WINTER'S ITCH

I'll tangle in your nerves until
gravity comes down from the mountains
nuclei will dance around us
river past the factories floating

to the platform of your body
moths will perform
their q-tip cotton landings
winging we'll unfold
wormhole between
the barriers of our beings

dragging the air above ponds and restaurants
we'll fire escape up
to the deep oral dark
frisked by dreams, staggering from home to home
you will lie down in my patterned thickets
pillar upon pillar of oxidation
rising

))))))))))))))((((((((((((((

crafting alone on a lunar rock
burnt brick hands sifting
the long slow winds of space
calling names into nameless places

we loft three fourths up the peak
of a pine furred tree
turn heels on ailing bark
and fall down oxygen-torn heights
streams no traveller has heard of

call down the sound of their own body
from above surrounding, drag
the engine lives across a rearing deck
skin and wood reacting
humbly to sunlight, eyes are not eyes
in the canine portion denied, moments
are dying without spasm
and the pools open up between aching trunks

spores raining, moss retreating,
the frost dominant and the air stricken
with ashen birds red-beaked
men of silence and blood
clamoring at all the windows

streaked minutes of music
starts the food cooking
and the stairways tremor-clad
for ascending life
those footsteps breaking rock
that have crawled your spine every hour
while you smiled under a bundle of faded sins
bucking a hollow anchor

the undertow in the blood plays
many notes on mopstick bodies, eating mouths
hot waterbleach look to the eyes
finally all the houses are singing

*****************

crazed with form
your radiant profile

body comes with you out of the river
from spring's death the dams are open

I imagine you walking with a famous dancer,
some dead actors, songstresses
who smite with digital,
big empty cubes of rhythm,
the shore raining upwards

coupling down the unmoving sky
hands on hands I think of you walking when I walk
I think moon fossils into the mailbox,
the light's analogue, bodies like blue-green algae
climbing minerals

when the poisons hit, we'll be
in the highway of the forest's ceiling
making time moth across the bedsheets
reins deep of the blood
tugging from water

the rains on dead bridges move
statues' hands through vapor
it's the coming of October on spent bodies
we won't be flipping the pennies
into water already coppered,
finger & thumb again and again
with inarticulate wishes

we're the spring in a tin can rolling
downroad over its lost leaves
the car is a fog on long wheels
bright funerals and the skirted sound
of young children being hustled
into the wrong daylight,

old men and women eating lentil soup
from dishes of lunar rock
carved in a fallen ocean
brought up from the belly of a living sky
directionless lovers
of salt and bones
dancing in anti-gravity

in the old white painted brick
multiply your presence

flock of girl songing
into the winged everything

a pigeon's mouth triangled
between old buildings soft
as recorded twilight

we'll hold limbs together
in the curved shadow of a palm
well-worn circuits waking up to the river light
we wind these twigs around the crown
that is already crowned
and crowning

rip this day loose from the year
your slave clad forest deep in yellow leaves
among exploded vehicles
painted in heather
tongue halfway out
waiting

the quartz will shine like diamond commercial
watery doorways and a shrinking sun
we find champagne lives behind each other's teeth
webbed bridges country wide lighting up
interplanetary doorways
with the heat of taut strings

we'll walk floating when was
the last time you picked up a newspaper
when was the last time
a daffodil bit your cheek's light
without dropping coins

come down to the swamp of the woods
where the bicycles sleep
where carts tumble under the bridge
to gather mold from the water
and my android heart's arms
go to sleep in the program of your breasts
and I go to sleep waiting
and I wake up waiting
the war days and the war days
the dawn, the inarticulate birches.

*******

burn angles down into wings
I'm a crustacean on the porch,
banish me. Let the goldenrod attest
to the hurricane

moved through in high silver light
above the power outage
and the wind through windows
viciously turning the pages of books,

took me kneeless under straining dams
to look at the boiling, fearful weight of water
let it fill up the lower towns
and drive us up to a twined peak,
wrapped together by the wreckage of many storms
many trains moving toward a vast fireplace
many mouths moving fingers
pecking at laser panels
typing alien languages

I drink broth of dandelion and forget how to speak
you burn the body of a foreign guitar
deep in a rented corner
the twilight of blood is in your dancing
and skirt of cymbals
pointing the way to a shark blue corridor
showered orgies and the screams of chlorinated children
under the sky's pierced light

cemented youth treading in lapsed time
the bodies of ghost crabs, burst white
shells on the tar pebbles
on the sands of a beach born this morning
dolphin belly in the long shaft
of a jungle leaf
the gods
eating

At the place where no thoughts descend
I am waiting, I am petting a tiger
the shop-lined streets are alive with explosions
trash-can lids and mailboxes
careening over broken glass

I'm knitting you a nun's habit
for a sister the world has not yet seen
at the place where thought
falls out of language the drum
is an erotic tantrum
is two bats grappling down the air
finders tweaked by global interference
whistle on whistle down
to the earth roamed by skunks
long lines of blackwhite fluff babies
following so many mothers

at the point where no music rises
to take the place of silence
I am following the boards of a grey dock
toward you and all your colors
you with rags from head to foot
that look like satin.

river pools
the veiled sky passes over
paths rich in mica

standing on a pile of barnacles
we hold hands hearing throats erupt
in the water

arm in arm on the concrete everywhere
there's air left to breathe
make me part of the car when we leave
the streams behind in red light
and the movie theaters go past for years

we lasso each other under a scaffolding
come out into a smashed courtyard
where the cracked fountain bubbles
and a big invisible wheel turns in the walls

wondering
do we erode time as we pass through it

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at the place where all roads collapse we
built a featherbowl
vast as the sky's reflection in a small pond

floated forestkisses, while beavers & their teeth
waited to get rid of us

they felled the trees where we live
their beaver huts were stripped
raw to the wood our eyes gave us

at the place where woods go golfcourse
and streams to water cooler
a shadow sliced the cords
that'd pulled our feet through their plans
we were a barrier between
daylight & more daylight

the huts waited
an afternoon was pelted by transparent hexagrams
felled all the trees into the featherbowl
apartments in flame
we took off for foreign moons.

_____________________

hacking at time daily
we try to live outside the ages

I pick wilting wild flowers
you steal a flask from a dim shop

feed my bed's mouth
to sedate the pretty windows
that bring us an ancient light

we observe the younger planets
love on their crusts
you take your grandmother's sowing kit
from a trapdoor into the attic

knit us both kimonos
each stitch hidden
like the circuitry that keeps us
from eternity to entwine

go as far into total ecstasy
as the rent will allow
yearning for a day
that redeems all days
and the wildflowers
stiffen on my ghostly desk
where nightly I carry your girl's body
and your old man's eyes into song

and even as we cradle each other's
best bodily moments
in this rigged oasis
we are tramping sidewalks outside

strangers to the ice age
beneath a shared lace-edged
white umbrella

first brother and sister
to the strays that live
in the shadows of banks
where accounts ran out
like parched canals long ago

I hold the spine of your dress
as you lean to pet
the crowd of kittens
peering from a constructed ditch
one winces at my cigarette
I spit it out
into a maze of channeled steam

we cast our nets on the nowhere
gather a nucleus
from which we are born screaming
and lipsticked, fern-lashed, salt painted

in the moss-lined cavern of a glacier
we are vamping it up
for a night on the last lit town.

ECSTASIS

winding around my loneliness
the streets of a small town,
salting the graveyards
so that nothing can spring from the dead,
paleness lies down on the grass
and anoints the fallen crabapples,

I think of your hands folding expensive paper, a sitting room
materializes around my multitude of ears
that pick up voices you've left behind
and jet them over the harbor in a radio flame,
we're descending the seas already breathless

blooming shafts of crystalized light
into the mouths of each other's presence
among the sunken wrecks, we are wearing
the same clothing as the old hulls,
we're young in the water, we're young
in the water, we're young in the water

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I am a ghost in my mother's house
and a blaze in my father's
a sinew of raw flame through
libraries of plastic wrap volumes

to your absent harpsichord blessed is she
to your silent grandfathers
blessed is she among their murmuring
to push you into a pool can see
your pigtailed eyesburst blessed is she

among both heathen & devout, dragging
an old goat by the ankles
blessed is she with both the numerals
and the eye that journeys through salad,

blessed is the belly of
the morning about to simply turn over

_______________________

in the film sky strings were vibrating,
a goddess pharoah came out of the screen blinking,
it was a field day for psychopaths of all types,

when suddenly the mammal cackling
came to a cease, humbled, sunless and unwoven,
prison chainlink squawking, nine moons
out in the hot afterbirth, sirens calling
to the lashed ears of melted wax,

in an undulating forest
bricked over with extra light
I was protected by lizards & phantoms,
muffled shrieks of machinery, the yawning doors
began to sag, I went around the treehouse
emptying ashtrays and wishing someone would come over
and sleep next to my sleeplessness with me

in the film sky talons are emerging
through cloud fauna, afterlives
expanding throughout the commercial area,
a day of all smoke hovering under a single lamp,

the hallway opened, shopping cart derelicts
pushing heaps of dry goldenrod, torn bags
wrapped 'round wild leeks, video bundles,

blood smoulders singing through the bodily chords
of back-up dancers, a light closed,
a light opened, the multitude of multitudes
came in, frozen free of their banners,
tearing long strings of globed lights
from their gelatin forms.

__________________

arcs corresponding to the body's passage through
dull flicker light of all earth

time capsules passing through each life,
deposited there by a wind from the heart

all days weighed down by a reasonable belief
in time, squirrels chomping anxiously there
in the naked background

days jagged with light, pressed
close upon other days, fireworks stuck
raptured in the air

TEAKWOOD KIDS

flapping wings in a broken network
whole generations of sex spies, broken conquerers,
flying through brick walls , ceaseless ascending particles,
rumored flakes of tawny light
scraping hours free of a wormhole,

you thought my body into your sight
you scoured the drains for a trace of it, wanting,
poked holes in the bedroom walls of a great empire,
tore down the flags around a human heart
found land outside land, wandered, wandered,
wandered.

BRIGHT DIVIDERS

I'd cut up my life and yours
into radiant compartments,
I'd break the ground into discs
for your feet to float over,

horseflies with small eyes of men
clamoring on all the screens,
a frantic derby whirling
in a telescopic wood

the life of paint and the kisses
shouldered within it
as pigeons nest in the alley

the short arms and the long
arms of violence fly off,
roadsign stalks cut down
by a small wind.

RIVERBRIDGE

I gaze into the emptied canal
I want to drape your naked body in silk
a magnet deep in the broken rock
has latched onto my heart

lie down in your tight room to hear
tiny noises of human life
I'll be waiting in a small boat
way up behind your left ear

mirror hair blown back by tobacco
who has loved the grandmother of children
she who struck deep into a striker
leveled the flowers on living ground

to lie down with a stranger
brought up a bed in ashes
to the height of great forests
and dropped slender shoots
cloud patterns into waiting baskets.

MELTING BRASS

the long night of fury has ended, we entwine
to fall into the ropes of sodom, long shoots
of golden rod pollen up against the early afternoon,
where we embrace the shadows go greenly
in solitude of puddles,

our eyes are captured within them, we are
a webbed umbrella together in a breeze of chased rain,
this twilight falling through will beach the last whale,
we'll hold hands amidst the vast funeral ever happening,
the false smile of a dolphin
that touched from both sides
the ceiling of the great ocean,

sighing we are the breath of this collapsing multitude,
the minds of a deep wood
kissing through fibers and moss
married in the froth of insect birth
enemy lines melted down to railways
cool bodies nude and propane tanks
rusting against the sound of a kiss held long
in the static of a summer rain, hinging

AIRDOME PLACE

droning gardens we thought of a place
where the years would pass by water,
I'm trying to dream your presence
into the chair across from me, stabbed
by a gypsy knife between roots

my death grows fluttery, surrounded
by flowers, rainfall is broken on our backs,

we're annointing each other with white green mud
sand in the shallows of the Connecticut,
come home America, your children have
deep hands in which rivers run.

sometime later than this moment the stars
will perform whole new formations
and matter to a single body
naked here among the ferns, somebody's brain
can guess bright gas reacting, elevated by earth
and look back at the water, thinking
the turns of space onto a town map

an aching sag of infrastructures
elevates a mammal soul
to the realm of android
superiority multiplied, a holochoir
it sings and moves the dancefloor
of all infinity, a blaze of mice and ants
figure-eights all around it, sometime
much later than this moment we'll ballroom along
the wind of liberation.

paddles in the metal liquid light giving,
freedom of body lifts the top of fevered head
into a pinetop cliff air-spun
the gears of near-total transcendence
whirring turning, it'll be alright in the park,
the wine of european punks pouring
on foreign grass, we'll love with happy sneers
the interworld sunlight somebody ordered,

room filled with emptiness drag
the cat of bright eating into the bulbs devoured
and larger, who turns the spokes
upon a linedrive hero there is
that feline entity within you that strolls
broken bridges to the shore past all fought wars,
null roof of air dangling clouds
in every shape a fungus extinguished
the belly tattooed by eyebrows,
lash burned down to a stump
punisher with moss face healing

long trails of light run down the height of water
me still in my workclothes watching
the huge eye open when a man's alone
girls and their various tassles shrink
into a subway staircase the tails I've yearned for
given up to the spraypaint walls

long trails of light wing after them,
I'm in a cavern corner of a ceiling watching,
I am a huge eye will protect all comers and goers
through these sliding traindoors,
girls who enter and exit the deep car
like geese dipping in green water

long-necked as I am long-necked
in androgynous dreams, the pin head severed
floating above electric lines of water
kept suspended, the sculpture of two bodies
the sculpture of one body
the sculpture of none, coming

HAIRSTREAK CENTER OF THE SYSTEM THE BLUEPRINT OF WORMS

The corals hide in 150 glass bottles,
jars and perfume painted doors
the aurorae can be brush-footed
in the hips or in concert, by the line in fishes

dark island of ascension, lost sticklebacks in flowerlike sea
males of frogs and toads just croak metalmarks

lay their eggs, and a new dance of the honey
hold up a wet finger), and their eyes mirrored or
rigid--glued together it churns and labors,
death throes); glob underwater gardens

he held up a white flash
from the tongue of a tortoise
the light from a barn was a length
of 75 feet, blinding the sight of the land
a separate piece kept in a jar,
his body a high ornament
advertising the untouchable
strength of altered DNA

he came over the rubble heaps
with a straining hardon
beneath the leather fake weight
of a political bible
spoke nonsense into the news
paper lined with trashcans
2 kids of pure teenage sex
frozen in captured ecstasy
the vast expanded territory
our ancient people used to call an icebox.

The red cells loom like an 800-ton concrete slab,
pattern etched in ultra buckshot of electron
she lived with a man who could not
from a neck wound he had received with star stuff--fragments
of a cracked female's own drive may begin to dig pits, clock in the mount
a bedroom in the great fish two species of lovebird
clock in the church attached to huge otter boards piggyback benches
interlocked at the edges as he has for so many thousands
of strawberry roots piano-hinged to every bone in her

This is known from the living machine
presumed into eternity
symbolic fire on the black rocks
along the whole story; tides and a black dwarf
the full thickness of the skin is destroyed,
as pictures on the wall dark lanes of dust,
skin from another part of the body moved
from the front to the very top of the head
little polyp at one end to man
in the literal image of God sending sound waves
on the sides of their bodies moving in a magnetic field,
twirled by a member the long, spiral arms
among a hundred billion huge strainers
of a tough and flexible stuff the system's center of gravity,
made up of more than one sun in a darker color
between the heart and coffee grinders
build a rugged centipede with wood-paneled flat eyes,
purpled, yellow and brown piles of stone
as emission nebulae, this big gray thing flap up into the air
do well in zones 8, 9, and blossom width
water-borne flavor searching
for the dark electric current around the fish

spiders walk on sad days in varied color
with competing poisons, landscape shelled and grey
to construct a railway over the soul
with no voice announcing, with no more music
twining the girders together

each storied cubbyhole blasting rouge light,
socket pried of viewer sapiens
dragging the body of a long mantis
folding the jagged skinny limbs
to construct a double, with no voice
finding a circuit,

to play on the force-field of the inner being
like a water-bug paws on the white light
of artificial water, cleaning the cobwebbed drawers
over and over in a dorm stack or a roman castle,
the tuned breath of religion, deck chairs set out
on the nature of a sun becalmed

You walk through vast airless markets
for a shabby cigarette,
you enter into vague caverns of your soul,
looking for a fruit salad @ $2.99.

You enter a restaurant, like a stranger.
Figs and olives are open in the bouqueted air
mirror bathrooms are flashing
sex on gentle leashes, long pipes lit
in the belly of an incomplete expansion,

reach to me through the microchip
in my shoeheel, oh equatorial pull,
run me over with mercury, abandon my body
in a hail of shattered smoke,
make me part of the unknown world,

bright mica glasses
eyeing up from the belly
of a river carving through

AUTO-LIFE

I am a criminal with no intent, hearing the grimmest
reaper say: you'll never find a better deal than this, son,
now wave goodbye to it
and so in the pillowed room of my life

I wait like a criminal, with a torrid future
already in the works
paint the bottoms of my lungs raw
and hear the sound of a waterfall landing on all the trees,

steaming and waiting, plastic chaired
the front of a laundromat, staring into the unsettled territories
the nourished mirage and the birds many
kissing small each others on that flicker plane

where old women find a bench each next to themselves,
smoking, the low limbs of young trees overreaching
without sense, filtering the collision of skin with so many suns,
the weather of everydays piled on her shoulders she multiplies

I wait like a criminal for my mother carrying a huge purse,
I wait for one of her sisters to geyser out of the iceberg,
I wait for a trickle from the glacier that unleashes lipstick,
the life inside the life waiting

BAR FLUNG

silk dumb in nightclub armor
she tries to spread the body of our touch
past tampon machines, deep hair black
trimmed sharp on all sides, sweat tables
of a tiny beyond, keyboards beaten
by concrete lips, voices tuned
to the rhythm of a smoke-lit picnic
platform exploding, kerchiefs spun
round broken intermittent heads,
palm trees in the wrong place
dishes of soil steaming
the petri of new lives
a mouth unrhyming all known circuits

baby's breath
how strange to find they have a dark heart
tiny as an ant's head

bouquet hand waving
high above the shrunken treeline,
picnic couples robotically remove
white grapes sweet from bitter stems

each tastebud dying the death of a moon
beneath the powerlines leading
stark highways through the air,
who'll hold the hand in handlessness
so tiny within the one cell

I come to get you in a reigning helicopter of flesh,
ducking under the bone blades whirling
you accept me onto your platform,

let the tides know how far we are travelling
towards the depth where things without eyes
learn to blink, where butchered membranes
assemble themselves in microcosmic invincibility,

where the two shells of one vast clam
grow a tongue heart to worship
quietly all flicker walls
of the same bloodied water.

give me a drink that stings the gut,
let me fly into the walls.
there will be no next hour.
in the abyss will reside a something-for-everyone.

tabs of white light in reptilian pupil
to the place where free will is murder
to sidewalks where nobody thinks of dragons anymore--

no loss--body curving off
across a weakening horizon
how airplanes hover
a shell of armor around one ecstatic passenger,
to open love to a woman kind
then hide in gutters strewn
with the low lights of discarded things

on orange sherbet wingspans
we'll finally paint to the last day,
the time-fracture we'd been waiting for
in a flock of mobile homes
holding hands that brandish cattail
in the symbol of our fledgling god

man went down to the sea
a vast, velvety filter
in which the lower bones were long
and parallel wings, the unexpected parts
predators cannot easily see the case
of the bright double star

let the rings wrap around your head
planetary regrets, fortresses all
torn open to the red light,
tomorrow you'll have to sweat it out
in the chambers of death, it'll be
easier than this, hammered moment
kissers forgetting how to kiss
greyed eyes just coins in a pond,
losing the dance, forgetting how
to move across a room, nettles on
bare arms broadcasting a wound
to the whole small world

SUPEREGG ATLANTIS THE TEAM OF BONE THE END OF THE DIAL

uranium was crown of the ocean floor
butterflies produced a rain of blood
as from his seed form garden by new birds
in the cat's brain, hundreds of young stars
of cluster a mouth
and dozens of suction-cup
the dusty pillars
600 miles over the sea

around the tentacles are primitive eyes
a tick-tock in the living
of the cylinder, old stars that have a bony ring
mirror-image antiparticles
the seeds for galaxies
the jaw-crusher

UP TO HEAVEN TO MAKE WAR

he slammed the door of a hotel
where I'd lived, without dying
he died, now I live with the dying
daily I smash a flower freeze-dried
to his terrible memory, to swim in his grief
to remember when he slouched in my bedroom
I took the desk chair, let him sleep
he took the cherry of death, I waited
in the lobby expanding while he swallowed
dreamless bullets where dark nimbus weighed
down around his head, please dream,
dream after dreaming hope is over
dream harder dream in sync that he is alive

I am a friend to the dead and do them no good
dreaming, I am a wreck of dreams
painting he joined my father
in the studio of death sculpting
the clay of death to give this material
sad brain I'll be old in your tracks
the mathematics of self-deceased become
the language of the living,
tongues in the footprints of, who can enjoy a pizza,
who has wrapped up the waters in a melancholy,
who has gathered up a corpse wrapped in fun
who has gone up to heaven to make war on a neighbor

if I could regenerate a corpse with my mouth,
to suck at the belly of a dead one
with living fangs thriving, to slam
with every direction into the walls
of mortal things and crash dazzled
into the sky holds no escape, he slouched
on my dirt pink vaseline bed stunned
with canadian whiskey, I dreamed faltering
his live cock into my mouth, a small soothing thickened
to the heat of music pushing silver eyes
through all bodies of the shrinking survived,

I miss notes played in life's hilarity,
in my engine gleaming to no longer move
he has buried his wrench, he is a fragile nerve
mechanic of all death his mouth is pursed on a spine
of the grey moth, in his coffin
rectum is a butterfly, eyes are pods
to birth a fresh sight of extinction
we kill the ground under our feet to move
toward him, dreaming life
skims the water wall of unnumbered,
the living take the dead into their minds
to make the ground come alive

my grave in the tunnel of a dying sun
set fine in a spectrum of lights
bathes in white salt raining
ditch-born, in a bankruptcy between distances

malfunctions among the stars
watch the sand's veil together linked
eyes pursuing venom lights over
horizon's mantlepiece of scattered incense
hot lights and lips and barn lofts
drunk and dreamless sleeping while the wires think

chirp with currents of the dead
all preyed down to traffic daylight,
stunned by excavated love
in refrigerated outdoors

wings of darkened presence, I think
of my father beating himself with a chain
on the highway of death, an abandoned car.
The streetlamps melt against
an unyielding sky, and all is flowering,
all is justice and grandeur, rats climb
the veil of law no more, all is shrunk
low to the face of the earth
the skeleton lights of gone ferns
flinching against the light
and the laughter,

the black wings of a darkened portrait
fly the idiot homeless
to a cave flashlit by pained eyes,

wings of darkened perfection,
he broke a portrait,
in time, you will become a gaunt robot,
the inspiration ringing in your ears

in a tin box at the edge of swamps shivering lies
a baby bird, the discovery of ultraviolet,
a tiny telescope, the foil wings
the small molten heart, a world reborn in triangles

liquid ship taking off into radio,
cancers of the sun picnic
bench unsteady, three mammals kissing
onward moss ground, warped gravity

twig dousing secret water
from the mouth of a guitar, magnet hearts
springing auto gears over monkey bars and mounds of green
to the sunrise rust of long abandoned swingset,
moments scarred where moons pick off their planets,

in a tin box at the edge we are shivering
in a particle cluster
of many shattered cores, shrunk galactic
reassembled, waterfalls unwounded on many blades,
the hidden joints of fresh made babies

big white bird on lapping water
grey-winged in mussed labyrinth
cattails, bent reeds battered
by the claws and wounded flight
of seagull speckled
or drunk fisherman
through the shore's failing net
of stunned vegetation, long boots
rubber in the living world

birdcalls interpenetrate across
force-field of hospital windows
the memory-lost in meek robes
staring out at their spirits
robbed and shrunk in the lightweight
breastplates, carriers of the old
blood world into the new blood new,
networks failing, sinews snap
out past the lawn legs too slow
to drown emperor head,

underarms of the wings thinking
forks of branch moaning bodies
believe they carry the core;
hydraulics remove the center upwards,
bright world outside pill-stained
window goes on without a brain, memory

there she lies, on yet another apartment
bed we've shared, with another hairstyle,
inside years, walls rise,
time tears a beak from your neck
then re-implants it, zeroes are plentified
lips are small and firm, yielding and unyielding,
we purified silence, gave the darkness
a new world, walked beaches as if
they didn't exist, eyelash built bridges
in the hallways of the sun,
the ceiling and roof formed
unseen daggers. We saucer through
half-lives, under-bridge lands,
through the parka of a vast ghost,
there she lives, she is yet another
city floor closer to the throne
and the foot of heaven, beaming
in corners of a failed noise test,
ripping fronds from the upward current
of an old big tree, lighter than dancing.

from an emergency I reach thread
at the edge of an ocean, scream
in the depths of our house,
shouting in a stone basement:
to the faceless body above,
hiding its motives in a suit of pasta armor.

In mirrors olive branch after olive
land gently on his strong skull,
tongue wielding the air into caskets,
newspapered wings of arm
under a flame scorched jungle gym.

from a remedy I reach into death
ungloved, counting on fingertipknives
the lips among the ribs of silence,
touch the firm breast and the hard breast,
searching for matter.

shouting from a cut foundation airless
to a clay parlor, letting eyeglass
tremble down mortal wet flesh
to rest upon the freeze-dried
torch of genitalia, drained rivers
webbing guts of hungry
from a great distance, the hang-gliderers
suicide, for each worn rock
there is a fresh glob of dough
like a slug, sucking and growing.

THE CHRYSALIS AND ITS COURIERS

two people can both be sleek bodies
torpedoing off in every direction

are zippered replacement, bristle with
sharp spines that offer silken girdle

black bile and yellow in an eel's tail
white patches may be the innermost gravitational tides
his animal is a limpet. It lives as the needle galaxy
when the tide goes out and black-colored lava flows,
monitored well-groomed as he dug up
the decayed tooth of a horse

warm in igloos) the zone the rows of pipes
zone of water or black panels,
rather like jelly: the polar chromosphere above sunspots

Zone 1 and its relatives, the squids
Zone 2 a goggled chick with prisms
Zone 3 is known about how fish sleep
Zone 4 like the quartz grains
Zone 5 water is almost uniform, hovering
Zone 6 cannot be traced with floating bottles
Zone 7 a tin maze, a turtle and a dish of water provide
Zone 8 from thousands of needles covering each
Zone 9 the sea will build
Zone 10 up to a cloth-covered mother whip and pistol
the way squirrels crack hazelnuts.

rags on the river, trolls of china
in the forks of tinfoiled trees
a pair of lovers stem from collision
of artificial space-times
hurling sad moons from wet canyons
where they walk small dogs
of faint clay hearts and tongue smiles
horns of daylight reflected
from the new tar's piece of earth,

wherever their feet punch soil
a violent water takes birth extra
from its own birth blood
from frenzied multiples of triangle heart
absorbed in the diamond of a frail left hand
from the torso mighty robot,

sun strangler in voids
of cooling radio waves
and bikini on liquid forms
of walking sex, coin mirage
face reflected the errors of flesh
the lunar slingshot
twang summer afternoons
to blood gravity, vaginal fibers
in the back of a man's hand.

someone always turns on the rain
in back of our bodies
dancing to shrug off the poison light
when the party fades to kisses
beams of tar and cum
solidify refrigerator
music to replace the spine
linoleum daggers the crucifixion
of a pet rabbit with string beans

live on beer
punch the face of the living moon
through the windshield
of a looming highrise
licking frost from the bottom
of a tin gray trashcan
the sad lives of criminals
the air excreted form
of a girl's fur coat
swollen cigarettes on each streetside
and flying saucers speaking from the air
to flip the storm drain's power and cloud on
slide the steel traps open and cloud on

a chickadee climb
coils of power wire
shingle pebble eyes, eternity
in folded air around
the black on white
on black enwrapt
the bulb thumb of small
body bird
in tiny winds of lobster burnt
breath over the green square
mouth of open dumpster
burst bags and shelled salt
of the netted sea

all blurred symphonies in the air
cinder bodies struck matches in an iris
blooming heat to the belly of a humpback
ferns swaying in digestive fibers
stunned maggots pushed like bullets
out of the invincible body
of a skinnydipping memory

feet stuck to the deck of a murderous country
aisles calling to the market skies
young mouth kissing curved glass
in the belly of a honeyjar

bushes and trunks chirp wounded season
into the core of my peacock being
lapping of bays at the corners
of a machine-crafted room
leaf eyes melt through a thousand couches
to the silence of shade this house
is a painted flower

reborn by a fall out the window
splinters turn to stainglass
skin vessel and bone heart
a winged moon bleeding
behind the shadows of rented trees

wild kitty in orange white
pissed our bed guilty-eyed
as we repeated instructions
ceilings rattled
under the feet of fencers jabbing
wild kitty would not stop

swords, tongues
a fire next to the river
waters flow cold for nude mornings
rock-slime and sand
twitch the water

graffiti bridge cop-shield shelter
all the gods who'll never
heavens and all the devils
dance in their halls
pay me for the parts of an alloy

to scratch blossom
eyeless watchers watching the eyes of our time
no voice tears the fabric of the day
sidewalks hum armadillo scales
small mouths eating in the chimney
feed-bag lowered from the stereo
footclaws on an orange crate
ocean-thread along the length of her body
some grey person is drilling home
the length of the anchor and tackle
where clouds hang fang-low,
stepping inside electro weight
of gravity's whole store
in the back fruit peel of her forehead
circuits chiming like wasps and straw white
if nobody ever touched the wall switches
reverberate body never slide and sicken
down the ribs of a spiral staircase
through the floors of a heroic garage
eyeless watchers watching the eyes of
those on the visible

a wet, ancient environment
the ghostliness of separations
and feet rooted in bitterness
as the thought that you'll be old
makes you older,
sensitometers
the launch legs for the lunar module
impacts the size of cigarette butts,
as the ice panels
geologic tools
a gold plated extreme ultraviolet telescope
inside her asshole
to eliminate it as a foam debris source
more of his dick inside her butt,
video cameras at the launch sites
to position in front of her
the laser reflecting mirrors
she look eagerly he inched
three golf balls, the rovers
his big cock inside her pussy
ramp foam has also shed pieces
my younger sister double penetrated
in less damage than ice impact
by two studs she now a slut
the bright material was nearly pure silica
legs were straight in the air
flags and dedication plaques from each moon
cute high heel sandal wedges
apollo backpacks overland
drilling her harder and harder as
plus spot losses from large-area foams
came in my pussy already
hot springs or steam vents a low plateau called
on my face this time

on thousands of faint stars
these insomniacs are made of two layers
of frost, and windblown sand
renewed every three days
and thawed by microwave
two pairs of wings armed
with hairy brushes, cast to the low clouds
while revolution roared
through the streets of finery, a bowerbird
decorating a courting area.

Bright gas and dark dust above a small church
in total solar eclipse.
If the fish does not come, clouds and the moon
slide from film-pack adapters and plate-hold
jumping jack kind of girl, shades
of white and pink to become saucer-shaped,
bright golden stamens try
to do it up pretty-girl fashion,

Leaves medium silvery pink green, semiglossy
very double; below their eyes, they have
two pits centered, evenly petaled
canes very thorny. Motorcycles and dune buggies
pattern flow of blood in sagging skin
a dark gray cardboard or claws on its food
to spillers and plunge
the circular paths of the water part
taller than the waves
a clean white wall

2 circuits on silver
drawing down electric shades
trees tonguekissing branches broke
shores eruptum moss drag stones
nude in the stream birch cloned
and fallen split the newts movement
under an orange tarp sky

ceramic fawn
pillowed on a plow's blade
wind trapped handfuls of white soil
bends of shy neighborhood
to whirlpool lichened birches
webbed poison ivy footpaws
hot seed on lichened rock
the rivers on each side gone

LIFE ON RINGSIDE VIEW SUNRISE BATH TO PECK AT THE EYE

the Middle East has gone a step
of an insect armed through the early sea
in a child's room, the door
has been turned into huge bulletin of special
equipment--a long neck--with which you might see
scarred in brightness over periwinkles and barnacles
screens and dividers inviting atmosphere
through dead rooms flared in blue and yellow chalk
the guise of a bee, the moth perfume
to lure a male appearance
of orange and lemon trees in California raw,
elementa glided rather than flew

a group of jelly farmers stared
into ancient rocks and sediments
reptiles began to sonar signals
wildflowers flourish on all sides, the old wall
winter they will learn to hunt the eye of the beholdee
grasses buried underneath heads and forequarter
two things and two things of sea floor spreading
other times crashing against one giant eggshell
wherever these fires burn

he has grown in stature, his shoes
are the shoes of a murderer.
his suit is shinier, it will shine.
he's grown 3 blue layers
around his no kitchen soul
going down in the service
of the living god

frenchfries, trainpebbled cig butts
toss in the stars, crash cloned
weightless on hot, a cellar roof
pouring lemonlime out of a thin chest
into a born mouth

the brocade of suffering in wine gold
around heads and eyes royalty,
stormed he has grown in stasis,
his forehead's road a sandstorm
turban dropped in the videodigital.

he has grown in electron tigers,
he has 1,000 paws on the dunes
the sides of the condominium night
start to cube in on him. Assassin
finger button touching the bone
trigger of the sail's rig tapped unfurl
a doppleganged zodiac, skywheel gears
shift diamond target centers, moon
bullet takes half of his twin's head.

doubleblink all friends extinguished
flagpoles of daylight going down
sun a half circle welded
onto the pined horizon
we'll climb into our separate animals
peel fruit flesh from girders
stun the city grid
with light from a dead body
a force field of chainlink phallus
screams from the surface of the sun
infant lovemaking on the sleek
casing of a grey long torpedo

the teeth of goat relatives
gathered in an old soup pot
an android glove, seasons
severed from the calendar
drawers open walls lice in corners
sketching a map on teeth
blueprint paper-mached against
the genders of a bent spine

city guide torching a bus,
sprawled on his skeleton's voice
in parkland, salting the tears
of congressmen with linoleum
disfunction, trusting the moon,
heartily

ice floes find boss mannequin
employer, handbasket chickens
pour out of the vents
what horizon will cut you in half
to eat lettuce in timelessness
eyes tumbling down leaves
to the stalk core tripleblink
all reverberate aquaintances
friends ooze out of the faultline
begging for skinlight, shademusic aid.

X LEVEL

when I'm a sharkhammer of lightspeed
and tears on the drum
you drink my belly vein through a mailbox
terrorize the shopfronts with rim hair
I'm on the snug weight rolling swampward
organs piping deep in the lung clouds
to shrink green laws down bright
pin scattering its point, a throat
engulfed on its knees in a tattooed
parking lot I'll paw your back
and inky shoulders you'll send
a country of round stones
over my left shoulder
the wings above your tailbone
shrinking into a white candle
I'll grab the ends of your interrogated hair
you'll nudge the stem down
curtain the core of the earth
through a feather floor mattress
shank shiver the blades of a windowsill
open into daylight deflowered
blood on the mouth guitar lips
slipping nightgown twilight paper
yellowed hands over the full crest
of a superimposed moon, I open
your worthless coin as you
mirror on an armchair, ribbed sides
we're floating mastered

A MODERN

sun can eat me now and be joined
to a twin sun, brows palpitating

gaze of a flesh ship
ready for taxes and orifice

cords enwrapped on the lone pillar
of a chalk planet where two

lipsets shake the twilight across
planet names and planet faces

they have a grey mask buried half
in the silt of their tank emerged

milk can landing on the milk neck
of childhood mirrors hung from the woods

rump stripped of leather brown
against abandoned propane calling

the names of a lost house, blood chips
dehydrated slotted deep in dawn's terror of outage

dog-thoughts, pillow thoughts,
strolling ghost wheel chairs
around a rubber garden

who can roll up the path
green sod cylinder
opening through plastic
and great heartbreak

a portal in the soil
vaginal, between roots
as supper calls over the fire

nobody's wonder mouth
will eat the twigs
bed for the brushfire
piled atop
your body leaning
at the edge of a cliff-trap

who hangs from the belly hairs
of the earth in a faint damp cave,
counting his errored numerals
stinging his psychic athletic
through the coil of a radio

dreams are hereafter dog-dreams
thoughts chopped down in a maze of sleep
who can roll up the path like a frog's tongue

light herds
lamb molecules against
stems of fading vein
blade leaf to quilt skin
for life in the hollow
of a shark's flank
twist hands together
on an infant breeze
cement gazes
twin droids on the scape
of a dry wing homing

openfaced trailer to the hot rain
exaltations openmouthed for machines
stabbing an elbow's mouth,
fern girl swingset girl
twitch bones against mid-air horizon,
cloud stage aloft for bridges
strung across the back of a grandfather moth,
one fleck of youth
to cough in the breadbowl

pharmacy vaseline, holiday snare
lased across the whip birth
of a moon on lakeface granite
glued down upon beyond's grey,
field forced piping new
englands to the dawn mutandis.

just to see several faces above a sidewalk--
many will try to beat you
with a mop, with a drying rack,
with a serving spoon--them through
the years writ of their menace-love
move--you stunned in shoes of air
on uncracked concrete--nobody
will ever speak again, let's hope
your tongue in a glass moving

their smiles firmly on the map
your grin floating elsewhere's hallwayed
nobodybody--hurt or speak, stuck unspeaking
the branches above are below, hedge-thorns
on all sides scraping at tunnels
fresh created a realm where
nothing you put into your form
will work upon it, breathtank strangers
visa-versa--as each ice cube holds a tadpole

THE RICH MINE GRASSY HIGHLAND
OF PLASMA

you live under a smokestack going berserk
sunlight comes soft and easy of climate
cradle emitted by some female moths
cuts a core into the end of the dial
instead of soaking into the earth.
Their majestic crowns on the water
of a humdrum lamp or lighting fix
your mascara rubs off or it becomes a gas)
for water pumped over its gill of sutured tissues

thus the spent blood stream glassy-smooth
found nine dark fringed segments of its tail
acid secreted visible in jagged mass,
expose 000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,
000, 000,000,000,000,000 bare of trees
meteorites lying close together
on the medicine that bears his name withdrawn,
exactly the blade of your eye
and the teeth larger, these tiny animals
the record is filled from its usual pink
to a rich red floor, glowing corals melt
more at the bottom, he has made drab wild
flowers spread in gorgeous wafer-thin slices,

tied himself into a mariner's knot, lilac artery
tubing and boil tube rubber gut
can be the more important being:
afternoon with good light long-leaved
slit longitudinally, cleaned, and twisted
the long, long journey from darkness into the air
in the bubble, clearing, wings quivering
and glowing like fat thistles shot of swans
held in place by a coat on each side of its body,

the white, velvety light every morning
twin golden patches of bare glamour girl down
from the surface, sent out by other tiny swimmers
or shooting a mess to press slightly
into the pocket; sensitive hairs and toads,
vibrations on the front of the plumage
when the sun sheds its spots

let the roads rise up and topple upon me
like skyscraper shells
mounds of tremble green
throughout unpainted city
raw beams and naked stone
surf undertowed to an eyeless cave
let my fingers from the mouths of toads
transport a shiver through the bellies
of fish who don't know
sadness or the cuts
that coral leaves on awkward feet

fox smiles in the fog mist
of Saturday's national air,
bricked doorways stucco'd surroundings
blinked out down to a red stoplight
aimed in alien shaft across
a small man in brown plaid
with a tiny brown bottle
clenched in teeth-ringed fingers,
grass money protruding wild
flower from the front pockets,
remote button eyes, the breath
of palms upon the weary wind's
television circuit.

fox smiles in scorched hair pretty
as real apocalypse, in a famished dress
flinting far dreams against
the ailing springs, snakes in her mind
like the threat of an engine oil spider.

fox limps out of the garage, a pure xerox
of winningly flawed teeth, the titter
of raven feet and squirrel activity
fluttering against the sheen
of a projected world, the look in the eyes
of a whole place in time dying out
among the basket strainers of reason.

it's all a seizure of windows,
open business everywhere & tailwind aching
colors to be with convenience you
torn posters of dragonfly staring away
streetside kidflowers,
knocking doorframes empty
for a child's name spraypaint

what microphone'll have you wet & naming
the vacancy groaning it's all
a keyboard of blank nametag titties
screaming photo photo photo
tank of wet brightnesses
ripped stones broadcasting sheet of dead wind
on faces of a river flocked names
mirror deciding you're motionless coins
the town fountain wishing you expired
sleepless for social security weeks & passed out
parkbench printed across the T-frame
of helpless visage in crimson sought anarch,
one hundred year old penny stuck
to the peace of an exposed rectum.

pleasure sleeve, denial of morning
cum on the eyelashes stunned
afternoon is a spaceship
where the leader makes speeches
drone mouth reciting society twilight
shit paragraph after paragraph
I want to smoke until the fog of the world
becomes obvious I want to drink
until the last friend turns the shades closed,
play forehead pianos
floods into sleep the unworld that worships
the fear of death, a barstool connected
to a television agitates tailbone lust I'll get up
feet on the glass of a cracked pinball
machine scrotal sac hung low
to warm the plastic everything
of a jukebox's case we'll eat meat
all day and drag the river for more
I'll lock my lips around your exit buy
you firm corporate tobacco cylinders
with my best looks the redneck
has no gun behind the counter eats
radio programs for breakfast cereal
I possess you to plunge my elbow hand
through the newscaster's chest TV
and make him necktie fuck me
hard in a steel fenced workbreak garden
feel the soul's ultimate slither up
and down within intestinal casing
apartments open wide to the new day
rug combed kneecaps lashed leather
skin tattooed with rented mailbox fangs
I'll grab the officer this is all talk officer
blank the headlines over your mind head
whole skaters find linoleum
coated thin with semen shine
the long bulbs, a flowerpot in outer space
could think harder to ram a deli into the government
sprint for ages on moneyed landscapes
you'll be invincible hardware
you'll make me wish I had invented god
you'll make me regret not being one
or two billion and imagining toilet paper first
the mascot for cancer, in sunglasses

MOTHER WORLD COMPUTERS
DISPATCH TRAINS
TO POLISH YOUR SKIN

childless females consort with receivers
on the ice, laden with moisture
weeping in thin layers the angel of salt
tortured the zone of perpetual darkness
under a blanket of sand, at the deepest sunspot
tiny resisters of gravity tumbling close to red,
dark stones and a triangle bolting it whole
in bulbs of ancient color with long fingers
anchor their thorn on tough stalks kick food,
dangerous splashes of air fling doors with locks
in sodas of vomit the gauntlet of the winds
with the great cupped ear
wrapped in crimson whips of security
telescoping raw beltline building magic tubes
brutes of half pried the lid off a big wooden box
finding the diary of exterminators
the oldest layers strung out thousands
in razor-led multitudes of bleached haircut
tenants fingernail-torn outside eggs
were taken flock mates fronds of sturdy
rock tunneled between
neighbors in striped cactus glasses
a tough rod wrapped in elastic tissue
pollen in its older layer shedding flaking
the scales of adolescent excitement
young black-headed gulls who take the glue
of excrement against their aching gums
gossamer jellyfish pulsate straining
claws built by water salt eyes strange
against the fiction of carbon female
digger wasp, higher-slung animal
with loins sculptured bone homeless on sofa
touching the pizza place,
stung his central cavity,
in which spices mix the problem stomach
with stern momentums of civil rights, colliding
with an outer edge of the splash cascading
eyes bled sorry for the waterfall
upon the edge rocks of the last ribs suck age

PLEA

stay here with my body hard while
the ghost of all my thrills
goes hunting deep
in all the paint-cracked walls
let the milk of a spider's heart
run an I.V. through my navel
where the cord was pinched off

let the benches run thick
with vines and white green grapes
in the hot cathedral of my only spires

say to ribs I leave so far behind
that you are my book of stairs
at the end of all this ascending silence
there will be a descending scream
of our perished word and all its dying worlds
let me be veined and free

INTERCESSOR

vibrating its wings
in the slim corridors of a petting camp
he is weeping silk, linen, wire and catgut
for faces of expectant cashiers
superimposed on the sufferings
in love of his beloveds, flaps of forehead skin
soothed into their faucet poses
amongst the murdered whir of a barbecued airport,

uprooted, their valves and stops and oceans to change form
where in the womb of a third life
a whole sun follows their pathways
behind a police woodpile, worm gut,
horsehair, and the eyespots of moths,
desexed in the belly of the generator
as fountains of timber cannot do with human beings, he prays
with all his elbows on tar for our dying priests
frockless to widen the runway
rapidly while facing accumulation of tongue lava
by those ignoring the moon who speak against us,

the torso of a dragonfly god
crashes millisecond canyons
where our screens are off, swordfish in tubes,
buried in the red clay
mated with a sliver of charcoal,
kissing in each knot
the cells of your shocked being.

the orbs lit of life and death
doves and pigeons parked on supermarket walls
numb shoppers are friends missing each other
girl in an orange bright raincoat
goes into her mouth with little blunt scissors
& says: look, a salamander

why sunspots, why edible green

cemeteries openmouthed

automotive angels, nubile tongues
deep in ruby-throated flowers
sidewalks nippled wiith hailstones

why thought, movement, lips
dumb kittens grazing on potted grass

kitchens pouring

I am the angel of death
you can fill in my other categories later
scoop sand onto the precipice
which I inhabit

with 51 pounds of rubber bands
strung around my headdress
my oxygen tank starts
where my eyeliner's attached

I am the angel of death
saucepan poised over the flame
in the cheapest apartment
lysergic eyes roving through
the goods of a dark workplace

newspapers forearm wrapped
the spine of a fish
call me from where you live
I'll trace the line backwards

through a field of wet grass
cemetery bench on a toppling
peak of dead beercans
lichens rub lipstick raw
a dollar melts in my paw
foreseen from the porch
I am the angel of death

consoles stained with blood
within the cemetary forehead,
I'll be waiting, you dress
to find out what force
unlaced my wings, wrap me
in the net of my instruments
droning, remember the costumes
standing between us melt off
in the last stunned light
of vertical starburst, you put forth
your lips on a long tendril
from the blood core to support
my alien insides, help me with hands
and feet to find a bright path
up the bedroom wall
where you'll chandelier to greet me,
circuits strung tight and tender
around the cunt smog in my lungs,
seed catching in the eyelashes
that flicker from a liquid
of fine curved belly, ashen birds
peripheral to my tunnel stare
in flocks of your deathless reach
emerging.

long poles of light spread
on bright water to float small ducks
out of another dimension
breast feathers floating in oils
they break in tight formation past
terror which they do not know
of the bread thrower
in a bashed volkswagon
the owner's slept in
day and night knuckles
fast on the crust to share
with the sky diamond of compact water
slicked
birds not made to lift
him

shave dust from the sides of your soul
until you enter cool hell,
let's cover our twigs in butter
and go out to the garden of the frail girl
we'll beat her and beat her and beat her
together until her stripes become our bodies

watch bark water squirm
around few trees, magnetic storms
turn everyone's bathing suits yellow,
I'll take a vitamin hatchet
to the gates of the ancestor's forehead
and let the zoos spill out
into the air, turn the pipeline criminal

more and more you'll feel
refrigerated vacancies in the crying halls
of all memory, laughing absence of angels
like grandma everyone drowning her face
in the parlor's ultra expensive fishpool

spray non-metal silver on your ribs
until you radiate bicycle, branches nudge
your dream-tanks on bulging sides,
the dream of the sweet totalitarian,
the dream of a fuck with everyone,
the dream of tiny elevators oozing
through a fecal radio station,
dreams that are all bacon and newspaper,
the final dream which will be rung
by a disc mouth on plinking teeth
through the phone line superstore
from the infinite of a foam cup while everyone
falls down

bright owl pages
mailbox up the ass
stone naked in a garden
oysters on clay
copper fingernails, cinema poster
rusted sky, indoor & outdoor pianos,
she's allergic to airports,
left a vaseline cleft stain
on the fabric of the front seat,
we'll throw our pennies together
into the crusty throat
of our old hometown,
where we swallowed a swingset,
where our feet & hands became seafood,
the eyes from pine books
stop turning when the car crashes
the sky turns into a cone

the body's outward form swept rock into the crater
lived between two of the beds at sea level,
waterfalls too high to take cover between her legs,
muted wings flat wetlands near the peak of insect
covered by a layer of others of the black cat
tent show girls, and overlapping plates

milk sugar) the snow; the green of some leaf
large stars and a dustproof room
thunderstones at that single spot of the past. Sometimes,
the morning's long, feathery scales will thrust a needle-like pyramid
when the tide goes to the carcass and magpies
the letting-out of cables sparrows chirping excitedly
on the bottom of the sea,
nests on the cliffs and ledges

meat, fur and blubber of photochemical smog
catgut packed in glass star catalog,
great cleavages in male or female,
fair carrier shells
in the use of trick light worn with teeth
to be a criminal; engine-driven drills
and dogwinkles, hind flippers
fused to their city
with a wet meadow of tall young fruit.

dust on the mountains
sun battery here in this warm hole,
rotting logs birch wind
raspberry hereafter,
swamp child, bruised bodies
lying around your dwellings's entrance,
war paint, paint face,
logging time in the belly
of the great terror

swamp child, beware of the rings
around your breath, keep the small wings
all within range of your hearing,
dashboard aflower with running flame,

swamp child, keen on the weight
of the breath in your shoulders awoken
fireplace to a morning rain

who stole the black triangle
magnet house held you clanging
out of the murk shark hands
and a long pink
slit in the throat breathing
dagger words tumbleweed words
red-faced men haunt the windows
in the kitchen a stereo mole
whimpers quietly to death
tongue squeezed out of its body
in the garden there is only one fatal word
through the fishscale broom
over the speedbump doorway
of a thrift shop, rifling
through skirts to the air
conditioned drone hot to the roof
of Indian music, love the gold skin
of the trumpet love the aural leer
from the flexed stem
of the trumpet's throat,
cries through the belly of a donkey
the tin horns of family gathering
around the signal
from a burst clamshell.

AN APOSTLE OF SHELLS

the heart, when forced
waters screen out ancient times

with scarlet and black, bejewel
bees, as they fly

raw gut is transformed in special patches
cliffs have flowers of dull yellow

the crystals reach a shot-put star
chrysalis cup on the end of an arrow

orbs blinkered over snow
banks dragged by the bellies of the dogs
trash worlds levitating

kitten reach and kitten head
footpaths flicker
over the butchered blueberry bushes,

2 drunk gardeners
listening hard to the radio,
kitchen sinks the backs of heads
slowly drifting into the glacier's
mine
mouth, drone gaze of the non-speaker

drum hole electricities of snake
closed mouth buried in wide mouth

shores breaking open from sound
ears more powerful than earth
lice quick in lines
prettier than hair

guitar repetition of curves
nipples broadcast above a keyboard
pianos many miles deep
in forests are old women's bodies,
nude as nothing else is nude,
outstretched wrists the scars
of rejected blades
wings of old women tightening
to blast the jutting pines
with take-off's breath

sky's a drum hole
all skies are being beaten on

bliss between dumpsters spilling
bliss, watching 3 dogs hike
snowbanks laced with output
of filth, snorting the stream
of thin wind through which
the afternoon mail arrives hard
in a hail of extinguished cig butts

bliss pinned down by securities
to concrete, breezes docked
in the ghost paint glow
torch melted plastic round
the hulls of ship instruments
orange peel pathways strum

toilets ripped open to the
split paws of disintegrating
suns travel banana universe
for melting amps valley and canyon
touched descending by walnut
shells crushed open by falling
armored bodies in a haze of sex

unspoiled, pink rectal print outstanding
on the keys of antique organs,
black & white bliss, skins meeting
in the goblet of ice capital,
gluing desks to a diamond skyscraper
mirage, forehead-projected, from a deck chair

of half-spent beach threads,
peach picnic blanket wrapped
around the yellow fortress
of an illegal corpse, trees
fragile as ferns clamoring
silver & gold launderette
with once clapped hands

those who feel themselves dissolving
in the acidic pleasure of life
pacing venereal barber rooms
wearing tar glasses,
in a quiet reign of terror
vulvic mirrors in high
hologrammic escapes
of total whole soul,
supermarket crowds doused
with sadnesses, who went through
the green glass of an old church window
clutching at engine-greased jungle gym
scaffolding all the way quiet white down,
oceanic newspaper in grips

in close outer space
there is a scorched gas station
where a girl waits on the customer side
of the counter with burned cash
in her hand I run the numbering
tagging instruments with neon tinted knuckles
pull fried chicken's wings
out of the speakers on each ear
of the stereo, concrete widens
covering more and more
with coolness in freeway world,
all barriers are made of plastic

police ribbons all adrip with ejaculate
grandma's smoke solitaire living room couch
echoes of our cash register clang
lovemaking paid hour after hour
moss frame pictures in darkest hall
crafted by dim explosives toward puppet dark
of stuffed animal pillow prism land,
our android foreheads a lacework
of quilted rainbow unicorn horns deeply up
the pulse of pure-hearted rectums,

palace of white yellow air
in the barn-stained afternoon,
aunt's face folded deep marked in a book
as the garage melts open
onto melted driveway dead
cat in black and white clitoral pebbles
paving pineneedle streaked with cone rain
toward path magnetized
on the mouth of a basketball hoop
net wobbling like drool
wind diced fragmented by goldenrod blades,
roofs one story above thriving gardens sprinkling
speck minerals into hyacinth throats naked
robot growth face of crooked violent sunflowers.

if the shadow staggers,
there must be a man in it
trying to get back to his love
through the networks of barbecue.
At dusk, he massages its rectum
with a swingset, he pulls
a white cat--fluff
on a pleased skeleton--
out of its mouth.
There are paths along the sides
of nearby rivers that run
much faster than the water.
From them you can look over ferns
like a god of very small things
and watch the sports field turn
into a vortex of too many crayon
colors, grass melting in triangular areas.
On an invisible picnic table
whose presence you're aware of
someone of indeterminate sex is banging
the strings of a guitar
with a long flimsy twig. You are
their hairdo, or a frog, there are
factories turning into dust; workers
are now wanderers, of streets that have
no business. Some former enemy
has been the only one busy,
turning certain bricks
into certain flowers.

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watch from melted city stoop
raccoon double back from
the torn trashbag, eyes
flashing black circles
his body a small packet of energy
mated with tar, wet earth
tin rattling fire escape guns

observe your feet severed
by frisbee's manhole cover,
staring the scamper down
styrofoam alleyway, grey fur
nuclear universe, needlepoint pupils
the raccoon nuzzle reinforcements
towards the multimillion
garage storage cities, blood-drained
humans losing population to raccoons
in their glint moon robber masks,
tiny mutant superheroes
in the burnt driver's seats
of car dump city all over

pregnant silver mound of soil
coons swarm empty swimming pools
of the rich who sent their lobes
frontal through the blades of glass
coffee table while the coons crawled

thousands of wet dice scattered on frozen ponds
series after series, a phallus
skyscraper impaling the last
basketball hoop, two frog kids
heartbroken under the dumb lightning kissing,
trembling junk in its yard soaked kittens
trembling around the struck antenna,
we'll soothe and surge martini-mouthed
under the river oaks, I'll remember
with many fish spines the brains hot
towards the core of your parent's backyard
where you shredded my canoe of mute lips
into wandering cumulous, I wish
were were struck into the air
and the air hard, being hard spat darts
graph charted against the roof of the
unattended planetarium.

cage of knuckles
around bruised flower, eyes
wide enough to inhabit
more than one set of orbs,
clench of cold bodies
in the beam of a warm movie

snakes on the deck bending phrases
whole alphabet of silken scales squirming,
the queue at the cloud's open mouth
calling hellos to friends who perish
together, vertical acres in air
above the pancake breakfast

the town dies, the mayor fucks
the sidewalk, mountain paths
take on tar coats for beer-fed walkers
sizzle of the melted peach in their mouths,
ferment of fresh spring
upon long-dead bodies

syrup staining snow under maples
thick tall ghosts of elms
inhabiting guitar-moved avenues,
white paper skinwrapped
on scorched birches
paper-mache buttcracked,
twin alleys run past the same
black-lit restaurant, plant smoke
on the lips of tired cooks,
french fries inside beckoning
a crowd drunker than Christ,
newspaper machine openmouthed
to the violence of the dawn sun
on tiny corner of wide country.

long-pelted ladies walk upright
out of the swamp, lashes flick
from eyes and wrists, lace together
forming stretchers for my charcoaled brothers
and I to lay down upon,

the sky's new hum, tangerine skins all around
in the moonlight, milky hammers
for pelts to fetch home to the tides
far under the swamp now boiling,
twang in their own caged shadows.
I enjoy the song that the ladies aren't singing

it's coming from a crack in the ground.

Together we have killed the earth,
let us hold hands in hands in hands
around the metallic sparrow,
let us look with carelessness
on the death we have lovingly created,
nip at the scorched tiny wings
with engine teeth. We'll ask each other
if we can still inhabit this local orb
between flagrant supermarkets
and the sound of burning salts,
we'll taste the shell
of the all-containing thing
that crawled far away,
dragging its dark protections
and a portion of our race,
movement of dung skinned soldiers
serving nothingness' sweet advance

universality of sleep, sleep of all species,
the beautiful gun barking lacks of oxygen
for all lovelies breathing

thank you soldier, policeman of our concerned
deadnesses, our state-sanctioned violins,
I hope all my friends die like airless pianos
in the huge grip. Your talons, I speak
world of newest evil, plastic whole
through the half-melted visor of my own.

we ran in drag dresses
from the surging authorities--
ran through time, the public highway,
our mouths outfitted with lemon peel teeth,
you could guess we were laughing--
official screams of anger flickered out
on tar behind our high-heeled evasions

when a servant steps out of place
the circuits of time are not jammed,
gardens brighten in the artificial
aftermath, against the backdrop
of thickening pollutions, that bloom
their own flowers over the freer ways

of birds, swimming above the human epic.
We ran highway centers back to each other,
strangely abandoned this time, no cherry lights
broadcasting hate to the pines,
no voice to run the big computer.
Time winked from our pockets,
we ripped off our dresses and became genders,
and the police were out there, like the stars.

bristling panorama overtake me,
neon'd snowbanks sprout thawed species
for the death spores of modern mail,
two pigeons awkward of footclaw
upon the turntable of black glass,
the slow song of icicles
the red hair churning into a taffy
as she turns her orbs suspended in the world
like a bloody tongue looking for candy
in the rust cartridge of the oldest phone booth
of this rotting lemonade district,
search my lungs with a hammer,
touch down into the recreational areas
with tube nostrils of bacteria overthrow cancer,
sprout from stumps like nuclear salad,
cause my limbs to hang a bundle of black susans
on every one of her doors, neon my surroundings
down to purple dust, let the sellers hawk

organ behind the head is frequently disturbed,
times the fabric self a fraud reported
the ectoplasm of choice for him give it a ghostly glow
to be the consecration visit emergency departments
of the near-death a dazzling exit
the aggressive brilliance of white grave
buildings lining the sea front; and red spots,
long-term functional, cosmetic, soft tissue injury
iridescence of the silvery blue
nectar from the flowers of the host
cool blues have disappeared.

broken basketball courts sprout ferns
nosefaces swim in the hard candy of being
to the streets and sad bones
to the roadlit electrocution
antimatter ultimate,

this is nothing you, elephant belly
on yellow backs of old phone,
salamander dew-flecked
on the hull of a dead soul,

view from your slit
the one hill lump head
of your mailbox holocaust,
slashing hologram throats
while the curtain worlds are all falling
bus stop fences all gasoline fire

the waves of a lake hoisted spiked
into a swimmer with apocalyptic mind
who'd just jacked the soda machine,
left clothes on shore pinned
down by piles of quarters
he'd spent a month asleep
in a tent under the goldenrod
shredded underwear shielding
the sun from his face
while houses turned frail as green tents
he roved the golf course, left spunk
like silver dollars in sand pits
whose smell salted by the moon
reminded his nostrils of girls'
rearmost slits & stars, hopeless
happiness he thrashed backwards
into moss embankments his mouth
shaped like a can of beer,
and feeling like a cash register
then became a pine branch
arcing over the home
of his nemesis, the normal population.

in the orbs around no world
my head buzzing full of flowers
rents each core
to be crushed by its orbit

until the tin on the moon turns
to the glint of a girl's eyes
her machinery draped in green silk
the eyes of her breasts angry
at the orbs, for not orbiting closer

and the eye of her vulva growing
pineal in sucked-out light
departing from the last hotel room
on this crater's curve
where she makes her home small and sharp
and dark on this divorced planet.

WHAT MAKES ICE AGES?

The man who tore out his throat
and was given a new one
the girl who wanted to be made love to
by a deer
the boy who wanted his torso
to turn into a boiled swordfish
the husband of a wisp of smoke
who wanted to turn into a single tear

the many dark brown mouths,
their bright red kisses
and the small orange and pink cat who wanted
to play on the windowsill, and accomplished this

are all gathered here, in the memory-hole left
by a shotgun blast that echoed for centuries
over ceaselessly chiming cash registers.
Their voices rise with happiness
to greet the commands of a song

the song is catchy, the air is catchy
the pulse of blood catchier and catchier
the vision defeated, the reality exultant,
oyster eyes and oyster tongue
and corriders of off-white library android mind,
with no circuitry wound into the spines of the books
that they slam shut again and again
in the absence of a drumset

waiting for the monks to arrive
with cymbals decorated in pubic bush
waiting for the unimpressed to be impressed
to the point of inevitable heart attack
waiting to be entered in every sagging pore
by a computer

waiting for the campfire in a mop bucket
and magnetic sticks that rearrange
the invisible graffiti on a neighborhood's only glacier
waiting for you and me to shut up
and the universes and multiverses
and houses to go on all without us.

PARANOID ORCHESTRION

I'll climb with flies in your radio wires
trying to take the earth back into space
fingers of pine search the radio parties
for a girl in a cube of ice

she'll hang brains on powerlines all round
the quiet neighborhoods, and stare like
watermelons ball back from the paintings
on a nursing home's wall

time will be interrupted by time

blackmouth, unkissed eyelids
seeking the clover of lawn ceilings,
swallowing pills of children's teeth,
pushing the tiny engine through gravity,
two new bodies embrace on an inherited bed,
their fondness an ancient fondness
found among amusing holograms, she faints,
my body takes dictation from
lightpoles in the trembling harbor,

bright legs before the bomb, levels built
where she falls, elevated to floor
after floor, the rugged escapes
of gone movies, all that's left
tinkling in his skeleton is the voice,
frame tinted by patina of passing
half nothings, the hotel's early breakfast
brightening a month of vacuumed
stomach's heat of lungs, legs strung
always in the jeans of last year,
a river's only wagging memory.

soft horns ooze up the straw
and the roof of the world is far away

waterfalls, pink champagne
newborn gourds and the feet of children
beat a trembling path

tiny pebbles from a shingled roof
pray the shell shields the salt all away
from the coils of your body

wild strawberries can't find the mouth
of the king of the snails as he climbs

and the front door of the human house
who cast the garden down is the mouth
of a vast guitar