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

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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

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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.

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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