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