~~~~~~

I love your dark dark
blood rich, Miss so much misused
by Massachusetts

the residue of a forgotten affection
coats my being from head to foot
and the sweetened horror
and the mountainous edges
melting in a wealth of planet light
hurl my song of water and sleaze
into the thinking air
and will not wait for propriety to shape its passion

you are an angle in heavens
that scorches the nearest bulb wall
and I wear its scratched fire
and I wear its silence like a second skin
and I wear its wound and its wig
and I wear its obscure image gleaming
wherever your body is absent and my eyes dry up on the earth.

If I could speak to you in the voices of every epoch
I'd woof time is not between us
all that can be discovered has found
a rift unknown to open
it is only these many fears of flying
the force of our division from a naked rib
which split along three seams
which split along two seams
which split along one seam
remain closed and do not release

~~~~~~

~`~`~

Magic is illegal on earth
and the false burden weighs, falsely;
light conveys to the bearer of light nothing,
she who visits is not the inertia of other planets.

There will be a merger of flesh with plastic,
there will be a total absence of ethereality
the cosmos will not lay back
stunned at all our beatings
and now that even the dark art has departed
alien are the inheritors, sacred only
are those who go up in flame alone.

~`~`~

[[[[[[[[[[]

Here in the earth's half-circle,
inadequately cloaked.
Semi-world's dying on the comma
of the tongue, the language of the body
in a grid of freezing snakes,
fur on the last ellipse
in a dying dialect
scythe-rings of a reachless planet
night moving apart
without resistance and without eyelids
watching the sky-hoop close over
vulvic magnet snowcap dawning
here in the earth's full bulk
still dozing

[[[[[[[[[[]

>>>>>>>>>>>

To see you in so much pain, brother
my teeth hurt from my skull
for the metal casing in which you live
hesitantly inhabiting your hard bed
your room of wood and glass
too high to climb down from
where the walls freeze
you are attentive to each common animal
to each fractured sun
you heed what comes down hard
and what rises frantically
I have a cesspool in my jaw
for the terrors you inflict upon yourself
so casually

>>>>>>>>>>>

THE HIJACKING DANCE

I was exiled from the woods
you were the queen of metal town
I was the king of the apartments
you were a runner of diamonds
which I never cared for
but your hands

ghost rivulets run
across imaginary planets
turn wheat to the air
mesh wants with desireless void
hear the thousandfold tractors doing nothing
as if we could watch each other's weather
over torched surfaces
shovels bent in rust on ditches' sides
water flowing that we wish would stop
and the airlines that move their tortured cables
into all this with the moss that beckons
and the railroad failing
and the subway coming through the wet soil regardless
and the appointed time for the moon to crack
the music of servants who slept on knives
while a short-lived camera shaped them in buried caves

I was the con man in your rearview
pretending to grin
you were not driving with elegance
it must be said that a restaurant exploded
it must be framed that we were at the centerpiece table
gleaming with the beauty of partial oblivion
waiting for one another to eat olives
from matching glasses

there is an end to the telling of memories
there is an ellipse in time-sheets
where even the softest gaze flickers out against
you who play with gods
you who make plans for society
tell me you have a name for it
so that we may laugh at one another

you were the mother of rulers
I was the father of no narrative
our war was mixed in with the lovers
a short-lived camera shaped them in buried caves
their blood on the reach of our splendour
their movements tethered hard to our cessation

we sat in separate beds on the same earth
warily eyeing each other, searching the spaces around each other
in a deep forgetfulness of windows
you were the queen of the woods
I was exiled from metal town
smiling

.......

A dusty diamond cluster cracks and blooms
between a pigeon's shoulder blades
on windows facing windows
in a narrow alley
the universe crushed into the 3rd floor
trembles with combs in hands
to skim cobwebs from feathers
pull twine from bones
take down time's fertile curtain
lightning pulled from the clock
a towering sorrow, a neutered phonebook

.......

)(()(

To the depth charge in rust
under the shine of the harbor
she is swimming powerfully downward
without a mask
with no jewels in her eyes
just the kindness of a creature falling

her fingers ringless trace in time
the boards preserved in salt
of my ship's bowing side
her ringlets uncrowned
spill life on sand her heels have trod
I'll rot my treasures open in the tide

)(()(

ROB THE PROPHET

His lower legs were melted off in a fry factory
he lay in bed longer than sleep toward birth
he began to have visions
to manifest and project
persons not yet arrived who would make deals at night
in the bulb light of his hollow room
he watched them changing
in the fog of their own presence
and he drew them out
led police to a broken-bridged ledge
broke his heels on the jump off
broke their eyes with his landing
broke the dream with his life of the world's ending

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

_______
}{}{{}{}{

Through the riverside thicket
I see a dim star, a distorted milky way
the deep behind it
the rough light won't make the water fade
all the factories have stopped blinking

If I can see my errors
in going to the store, and the emptiness
of all my hellos, all my
I'm doing well, all my worship exhausted
on the shore not yet licked smooth
why can't I step out of this path?

It rustles to fragment
it shivers to join the regimented maze
it leaves stones in my hand
that I picked from stems
and a marriage certificate
to be burned in the far corner of a parking lot

Through the winding of the water
I see the scarecrow in my clothes
signing check after check

}{}{{}}{}{

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Pigeons puff dust of seasoned salt
a cage of cameras
wielding institutionalized bodies

feral cats perched in branching air
teeth at the wind's edge to gnash
or grin at what pours over the sides

a childhood rain from a stadium ceiling
the crystal of civilization
where dead conversations graffiti the mind

when the country came too close
we held hands and jumped onto its forested boundaries

where the street's become a cage
she's an ivory-smasher
seated on a glacier's child
back of the dream she organized
my head will go bald in this room

she's a day-reducer
a full tub of evergreen fingers
my life performed in a nimbus of burning money

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

FINISH THE WINGS FOR MONA LISA

The song of the cicada has to be the epitome 1,000 times its own weight
of the stunning: a red lady
the wafer-thin bones of the face flow of energy upward
the twisted stamens of blooms that have long called the watery planet

the smell, the stab of the thorn, you form a pianist, a marksman--
the moon once baked in constant mesh
twisted skeins of hair energy in a flood
a crystal of copper day duplicated on earth
fluoresce through its black paper wrapping
and five billionths of this flocked to have their skulls read
elite among atom-smashers

+=+=+=+=+=

>>><<<

The ruins of a bird's nest
cotton from cigarettes, crumpled straw
birth's viscera, and the leaf-stems
of sacrificial trees
our efforts

You can find me on a floating porch
next to the highway where the creatures flee
in rubbered steel, to their deranged holidays
I'm not waiting for flesh on flesh
only to be removed from the human circuit for a moment
only for the animal twilight

An aborted hand, a ghostly unfinished ribcage,
small enough to cover only three frozen knuckles
on the back of my wishing right hand
to carry all the vacancies to empty plenitude

We are the gnashing grain
in the glades by the side of the tar there is still room for us
to stand and wait leering in whistle grass
trunks groan, artificial light goes down to the harbor
to be reborn in reflection

>>><<<

~-~-~-~-~

From the womb, the sun slammed into him.
When he began to think
he discovered he could not stop.
When he moved without, he moved within.
This motion was pain.  He looked for a day
that could cease, and when it came
he pulled all the other days
into its crater's pool.

He dumped out all his cups: where does anything go?
He burned all his blueprints: the structures rise
somewhere in the twilit outskirts
of the same aging universe.
The saviors failed him; he failed the saviors.
In rooms they talk, in open spaces
they speak and speak: language is mostly shield
and rarely pierces.

He took all his precious things and mixed them
with household trash.
Nobody dares clean in there, but they glimmer
even as they regurgitate darkness.
He banished himself from the only realm
where we continue to live; and the living
is freshly questionable.
And it seems he did not escape: he is lodged
deeply within--intermittently without--
uneasy as ever.

~-~-~-~-~

~~~*~~~

When freshly caught
cleft beyond the eye
hung by the hamstrings from the beauty of machines

I often see parrot fishes
a mass of molten silver and sun baths galore
our approach corridor
after a road connected it to an azure sea

water like the blade which is a static force and does
and the song is wafted down sweeter and fainter
the weight of the volume of air
and so soars and sings until he fades from view
in a hydraulic cylinder and a series of pulleys

~~~*~~~

~=~=~=~=~

Some paper gods and human cells
up against the values to softness and rolled on mats
the violet plant with its five
free from animals and vegetation
up to the very walls of the government and to the tablets
the form of a hollow sphere silver-spotted

divides leaves into leaf to the seawater as the outer ones dissolve
the process a dark, coppery red to be gently bell-shaped
on earth the weightlessness of black wings are white barred
pyramids of round fruits discard the white tendons
should space not be curved
locust, clover
the moon will become the gateway

~=~=~=~=~

{}.{}.{}

Just look at my tapestries
not my trapped face
alone in a rip tide

I've been an organic factory, churning

alone in the printed walls, there is
a creature free of system
a sung form waiting

we live in an internal sea; this ancient area

a tufted network
and lies behind the breast bone
what ties an atom to a neighbor by the lens

I felt the blood which is being battered
force winds back across understanding of crystal
to decay somewhere in the north

scores dead, thousands of homes and buildings
the body can show little more

{}.{}.{}

*.*.*.*

of the clock merge at mid
the day increases; as the sun orange-red with white patches
only as a tiny disk dissects lightning
so that you do not fall into the descending streaked with white, both conditions
among the dead, and there to erase like a bridal gown

nature is always the same rocket powerful enough to land a human
a large doll walking his dock, radio noise erupting
one big terminal across another part of the tower
the railroad's private microwave radio network the divine purpose of all things

wind pushes out electrified atoms soft colors of Jupiter
the mirrors, the mirrors--I am only a spectator in this priesthood and soldiering
unknown cosmic rays--one of the angular, with few visible scars, and
with a space-walk laced the continents over many miles, flashing messages

*.*.*.*

*.*.*

The macula unlike a movie screen
with its unmarred surface, prepared quartz

rivered with veins and arteries, and in the padded cabin
he once hurled a glass how long is a second

a committee of the motions of the heavens
star clocks alike in winter millions

*.*.*

~~~---~~~---~~~

Within the time which is near within the time which is come
pictures we have of the landscape zigzag as a dish
ultraviolet as cloud decks move
from sun to sun; there was no time to think to transmit

they sent it in puffs of smoke, in the sound, in the flesh of metal or mirror
pulsing through their thin metallic nerves to root for the thighbone
as a glowing band of light the ear unites with

Brisk bay winds dust the furniture for relaxed living
machines bring into our living rooms invisible waves, flows and forces
machines extended our muscles into a vapor--which even a dead universe
will transform into something else

A huge hollow in the clouds which stirreth not
a runaway greenhouse in a new cycle
a mass of shining, spinning earth-crossers sweep in close to us
a small iron core wrapped in coils by men in power
an unending roar of thunder thought of light
the passage way of force

process of a star at a saw-like edge
like uncollected garbage, in aging cells; encores without end

~~~---~~~---~~~

---~~~---~~~---

Plastics that dwelleth in flesh
set unruly waves--save by the breath--
the mystery of the firs in order

man first took to the air and they are still in a single town which lay beyond the magic
couplings, the rhythmic chuff
the starlight on the rail data from deep within an animal
the commerce and the passions of the nation luminescent in color

dogs, bells and saliva
the aurora borealis

---~~~---~~~---

"""""""

The marigold at 9
telltale flashes of light struck by alpha
disorderly and as shapeless for all its wonders
as the aimless flow of sensation after a piece of event candy
a small glass disc coated with zinc a roadbed made with loving
currents that roll the nodules in a cloud chamber
sea creatures that shove to a screeching, honking halt in the narrow

Earthmovers take over in gangs themselves begotten by impact
engineers follow every stream, the phenomena of heat is motion
our mode of operation is zero there can be no division
made to order a city from the inner earth
coal, air and water have an opening

These high antennas and a timekeeping flower
of the convolvulus where it will hit

"""""""

<.><.><*><.><.>

An evening star was a fire-blackened hearth
lattices of timber falsework in the polar regions

the hoofbeat of the iron horse to the core of their being
in all her glory; and she had smashed the nitrogen

eyes on the nest and eggs of this spur to the space age
delicate clocks in control rooms across the country
the days of cast-iron sheathing that coils and uncoils

A morning star and a few bits of iron
moonquakes burning glass on a wax tablet
artificially frozen reflection of the nonexistent

clean-lined towers earth hugging houses
you are beautiful, you are dreamed of glimmers
over the old ornament-free steel slung across the gorges of

your cries, for I have walked the formation of networks
and main streams of ancient floods
dry channels hinting

<.><.><*><.><.>

::::::::::

Dust of a hot room through the veils
engine is heard in the sky
forming a gateway for the beard and eyes of steel
from the rainy bottoms to the frozen tops
outnumbered by droplets

These deadly coils stronger; and the strong field
and the driller has to drill much
the earth makes the winds swerve
send energy to our new executive
keep our office running

::::::::::

THE EMERALD OF THE UNIVERSE COULD BLOOM AT DUSK

Blessings of a distant waterfall getting air from a stone
comers in a rich gold field the power and beauty of working machines
the arm of a single bond to its neighbor and galaxy the patterns of life and society
I beam into place
to yield one pound of shellac which shall go to war no more

observation deck is crammed with wires, reels, magnetic tape, computer circuits
equipped with a scoop to pick up water beyond the limits
I know we are accused of providing few thin slices of Portuguese cork
Bolivian asbestos for residential zones, there was little noise and no filth
this day shall bring forth the gold from the crying of night which is called the ethers
in all its swiftness those youths, I'm afraid, are clear, current flows through a vanity cushion

and nostrils of flame, and the power beneath your legs
surrounds you and exalts your calling and vibrations surround every world
I am come within the blueness of it,
to be at the hairdresser four miles from home that this day
the mighty fortress unto the uninitiated
order, a new system delivered to the flames that you cannot see
for its power is felt which is felt, they fear this day
arranged, tier upon tier, empty of reasoning born one after another

no oats or stable space unto thine true identity
scenes deep in the black forest closed the valve, and at the same time drove
furnaces, clanging anvils, clattering drop hammers, pounding
it was water--and the waterwheel--the telepathic thread
his hell grew new mechanization never to be in worship
her flesh was scraped from her bones with church on the planet of another star

<<<.>>>..<<<.>>>

BLUE DIAMOND SHINING MIND LACING A THREE-WAY SWITCH AS A CAMERA

The nadir of the iron horse leaping lakes
and that lady of chaos and across her north-eastern
vein or midrib the train is impossible
plasma over the oyster beds
to red hail to read a railway
wetting the shadow and the petal the space in his house
movies, poetry and ballet black angels at my cradle
flee from the mouths in disarray
mass dancing, mass delusions roll into his life
a rubber-tired horse that he will ride
a journey in slow time to the end of all birdcalls

}}}}}}}}

THE AUTOMATED BRIDLE CORD AT HOME

A skunk in the dashboard
before the hamburger and milkshake
to mold one perfect, unbroken
stamina in a light bulb
into ice crystals; frost coats
on every cooling blade and leaf
memory's sorter of signals to watch the waxing and the waning of that silvery
one way network tucked away amongst the weeds
essence of a room filled with rich black spots compelled me to paint her
smells of leather and wood and the superb, mint-colored seedpod

You have been the living dead because all that ever was
books and dust, draperies and animals
the swarm of entities that came tumbling out of the omega minus

<.><.><.>

THE SHAPELY FLAME AND FROST OF LIVING SKELETONS

Tissue-thin discs of radiant energy--visible light,
vents of the whole world
under the influx of the stars
breath is double;
a hurricane caught hydrofoils
a hand-punched hole
they passed through it
to the mercury beneath

Among these are pulsars
new objects in the sky
a cross-shaped radiotelescope
bits of stars
have broken off
intelligent beings somewhere
if this happened
light is a strange color, quite unlike
light from anything else

Many are radio-waves sent out by stars
in striking and killing
it may at the same time strike others
tight flocks
con whose colonies exist in a togetherness
smoking iron monster
who calls every evening
when they dip into the third dimension
our computers are activated by thought
the mother ships are thousands of shining souls

<><><><><><>

~/~/~/~

Caught in the calendar's scaffolding
there is a brittle light the likes of which
I like to pretend I've never seen before
days without name or place in time
millenia of uncomfortable evolving
done by the pigeon on the sill
the way she shortens her neck to be warm

all that terrible effort to nestle in an ice age, dance
in the ballroom of the aftermath
to know nothing of the bones gone before
then to know it all at once
too heavily and too late
to die trying or for lack of trying
as orange and yellow shades
hostle one another for place
in the kingdom of dying color

in a map of the body
found under a refrigerator
and in hands from sunlit porches
getting ready to wear their parchment
which will take shape
and then take shapes away

~/~/~/~

~--~--~--~

Is it the wind's shape
or a skeleton inside
that won't rest for flesh
aching under archways
or strung on a flame's last flick
a room at the center
a feast for those who can't find their way
the speed of sound waves passing on the shape of the mirror
balanced forces in a drop of the supercold
energy from a purple figment in old buildings, caves, burrows
the wires and the porcelain the ice in a commune pool

~--~--~--~

~`~`~

She smokes in the sanctuary.
She is as lovely as a pebble.
She traded a hatchet for a soft anvil.
She is the same color as October.

In the hot grass, in the lake.
In a summer dripping with quiet.
She is flimsy like a kite on the earth.
She is a hot material, she is a solid.

~`~`~

A HOST OF GADGETS BURSTING OPEN WHITE LIGHT

By linking together in a long opaque chain
molded over and over whatever its beginnning,
looking like a blued and purpled straight steel
with men instead of automatic controls, already doped

We are shaded eyes
the rod of silicon--and an elliptical sunrise
that does not come back
our bodies are preserved in lunar vessels,
far from here, the bride refused to slog through the mud

Man has tasted the solitary power and the door-to-door convenience
within the megalopolis the streets are still locked
chicken tracks and children to ten metal cans, each about the size of a pea
included telephones and stoves--objects drawn--
the skeleton punches floods, plagues, changes in appearance

.`.`.`.`

~.~.~.~

Tea is bitter from the rind of orange
ship taking its last circle around a crater
I am tired of inhabiting worlds
re-made by your form
I want to wander off

For centuries I broke seed open in my hands
I could laugh at the pod's insides
the wet throne of nature

Now I am terrestrial, suspicious
then I am the breach between skies

Stopped me at a small table
in the cafeteria of rushing histories
tea is bitter from the rind of orange
there must be a sphere to lie down in

~.~.~.~

.~.~.~.~.

Matter-smasher
I'll be the beggar under your gaze
blurred world of history-making apron
living on borrowed everything
from thin films from black ridges
my eyes go wet on the world she inhabits
a filmy wall that breathes evening dews
our futuristic dreams suspended over a canyon
master keys to a meeting of the tracks
an age of cloud
the unmeasurable.

.~.~.~.~.

}-------{

That man is pretending to be immortal.
His sunglasses are shitstained mirrors.
A wind strikes his jacket and great denim wings
fold on fold burst out behind him.
He lives in a long rented tunnel
and on both open ends
the world clamors to pin him to his name.
He attempts to luxuriate in the wind
that wears his flesh down
onto the shape of his bones.
Soon he will begin to sing
of all the vastness
that never quite reaches him.

}-------{

{}*{}*{}*{}

A glade opened
as if formerly there was nothing
where a pomegranate gave
its red rotting light
on a carpet of needles

as if formerly there was nothing
the refrigerated world snapped shut
and left
us.

{}*{}*{}*{}

<------>

There is a forest growing in my house
that will not be shared,
mirage stalks that disappear
when the familiar enters.

My thumbs are two fat robins
that will not stop.
Somebody's sweet triangulated thistle
will elude them until they begin
to peck at the foundation.

<------>

.......

Little bloodstreams are run by
clamoring mammals and reptilians
in a race to eternity

creaturely embraces release them
from under fngernails
and between lush lips
galactic dribbles from ducts
behind tears that have not yet opened

scales on fur and fur on flickering tongues
a star's collapse in the back of a throat
veins on fire with branches, a leafless sky-path

.......

THRESHOLD OF THE EYES

In the feathered form which is joy
as it soars stillness of true space
to induce gasps and melt metallic objects
using the pendulum

by making roads without seeing
dry lake or the shadow of a single future

plant life toward the poles pure white bats of the valley
over the inland seas a violet green swallow
opening from the chest wall
into the spinning of the moon

high, lighted buildings
this deep red energy

**

MERCURY AND GEMINI OF BONE

You cannot see the metal strip inside
governing bodies connected with
everything on the earth happening around you

consumption of silver
to trigger off spawning

a free-swinging tone arm; an inside seam

tiny bones, moving deep
from cryogenics to comets
a coiled tube

^^^^^

BLACK LIGHT SIDEWINDER

Bubbles for you entities,
soft-voiced waxwing destroyers,
liquid smoke in the gray matter of the cord,
it burns and speeds through the air from seed to flower,
invisible gun crew to leaf into ridges and horns,
perfect limbs' water-worn contours
for the uplifting of frequencies destroys the golden
to garnish the nations through a dangling sleeve

///.

BUILDING THE SANCTUARY OF NEURAL CIRCUITS

Cells that look like crushed roses
a world that rots at your fingertips in full bloom
disharmonious being lampooned
by a courtyard of orderly stars

there's a molting fern bird on a doorstep waiting
the criminal circuitry of smashed bathrooms
and worlds that should have nothing to do with one another
veins coalescing in garage corners
the imprint of a fish left in my hand by the passing sun
and nobody left to talk to in the busted canyon

exhausted fields sprouting scarecrows of impossible oil
froth sound of cymbals
for a shy one in fevered rooms
cemetery yards overturned
bulbs veining claws into the desperate fertility

a small building's implosion of tongues
business talk on an umbilical phone
outside the sung apocalypse, inside the solitary end

mercy's avocado, pomegranate sting
forked claws of artichoke leaves
gulls croaking on rocks around a compost pile
coffee grounds insomniac mirage
tomorrow's newspaper flame-torn
in a ring of peppered glass
a quartz lily spotted with moons
to fountain past the thud back of the eyes

=*=*=*=

THE SHAPE OF MOVEMENTS AND SENSORY-MOTOR

Sea was there
the bony ring
these beds were lifted up
large beds of the hard rock
surf that cut them

enshrouds and ingests the weary red
beam) the pattern of total number with small mirrors on them
which the body hoards

marrow is the agent of a disaster beyond imagining

with variations, this has happened again and again
to dampen another man's maniacal diameter) in the center of the retina You

"""""""""""

ORGAN PIPE CACTUS DARKROOM

Come enfolded in wrinkles by automatic machines with wide-padded shoulders
the great collective mind swings to a line of targets
this pastlife hindrance having left his sword in the disc
the damp bathroom to pass through you

a shock, the white stone
you moved a portable heat against a wet matrix
a hollow scrape on sandy island subtle spirit of fire

wet grass or damp ground a narrow skin-pit
her rabbit's cage, or a photograph soft and pliable
costumes of cellophane neon

black monk in grey, remove the faceplate

(<)*(>)

<()()>>>

A killer

On a red brick walk
souls with little equipment
are hastening, to where
are moving, moving

alive under their feet
I decided, in soil
I am a coin tossed
I am not coming back to split wood

in a meek procession
crushed together by the clocks
into lunch corners
and suds running in pipes

they take a few telephone calls
in a basement, they continue
in the deep walls, waiting for embraces and words
to burn through both sides

in a work of brick and stone
off the city map, I'm watching
them with their eyes, my absence unpaid
the contraction in all their expansion

moves railroad rails into triangles
and the bleak docks lean and waver
I am not coming over for dinner
I am holding these pillars of ice

escape written into my sinews
has swollen in rugs and floorboards
I'm keeping the attic barren
those who visit will be unknown to me.

<()()>>>

(((

Birch branches had fallen on a fertile boundary
this particular cloud
walking tall in the energy of the city as the others cum

"I see everything twice!" your oceans, your rivers, your lakes, etc.
a nurse screamed and mother closed the door
doctors came running into the next dimension

rubber mallets and mountain peaks
forehead and horn one's own body as a pendulum
if you have machinery to stay

(((

<><><><<<

In near shriek cathedral
where the noiseless wafts out to be answered
whose choir is a breeze through a convenience store
whose one winebottle clatters to the floor
from a high shelf of rhubarb and spices drying
nothing near the sun
maniacally stabbing

the bricks are answered
by warp upon warp of gravity
but one body does not rise up
to trade himself for other souls
I turned around in the cachophonous market
to find the emptiness where he stopped walking.

<><><>>>>

<>
Dark-edged, light blue lines let your love pour into that cloud area
these things of the gentle luminous reflected light glowing
their abundance of bone and their great love and their technological grooming
draw blood for food to break light down and crack it
quiet pulsing strength to screw the strap to the ceiling

on wire he may be pushed to the same spot
a hot black wire, a hot red wire with milk and forms
the life-giving fluid with a zenith moon
the stud and the nipple a fixed drug eruption
coloured hooves knives or water
vent brittleness a current birthmark can feel
><

~
All modern films must be handled in a misty, gray light
voyaging to an afterlife through a needle into the moving mountains of ice
(very tiny veins) which reproduce the voice
guided by a turbulent ancient city who cared if you wept

colors make up the shadows between stalls
using a knife an electric eraser to lift the final hours, the final hour
of the tyrant from whom the dust, milk, molds, eggs and world will be shaken

ice-scoured coast air-conducted sounds absolute darkness
him in the clouds immobilized and held open with wire
mongrel dog handsome young beggar, sightless
store of physical grandeur, alpine peaks, smoking volcanoes, mighty rivers,
roaring and whistling noises along the pathway from eye to
tundra-clothed hills, frost-marked plains, warped horses nipping at each
~

......
Light watches
as sovereign darkness takes over
there were few who saw
human hands jutting from the plucking of a rose
the skin and the skilled operator have funnel-shaped sucking mouths

in some sheltered nook with a reproducing ribbon
he alters the natural pattern all over their bodies
he changes it with man-made butterfly-shaped soft skeletons

the father falls to his knees, pleading brilliant white light
a television theater ground fog swirls around him
until the dot disappears inert girders and pillars
landing near the islands of
as man adjusts
......

_ _ _

On a cold, dry day shuffle your rub by a bullet or stab wound
allow certain ions to pass like porcelain enamel

gray songbirds
a rubber collar
_ _ _

~
This constant motion is called thunder

a war-horse, an act
who instigated a riot
from which the ohm is the resistance

a fluid light sheds for his suffering and loneliness
a copulatory mirror, my golden key,
this glove--and knows he is dying.
~

.
Lone god in river steam
kingdomless beauty's drone over the water
gathers diamond electrodes
outside the storyboard
where planned action is light-torn
the ecliptic is the sun's apparent heir
the walls of the tracheids have
holes in the absence of air
want to come home, I have come for those who are desirous
.

'
Water  licking at canal walls
blood-crusted feathers blowing on stairs
I have a thousand fiberoptic engines in my person
that cannot take me anywhere new.

A starwall, an evening disrupted beneath it
wineglass standing with effort on a stone table
I want to vocalize like a psalmist
but that cry is gone.
'

.
Squirrel feet on the corpse's window
feathered lashes beating past the breeze
the platformed serenity machine made
camera firing through an oxygen field
high heels on the third rail

You can find me reclining my oversize head
on the dominion body of a pink spider
babies hatching from the ceiling rafters
to carry my limbs away from their mother
you can find me swimming a liquid paycheck
towards a disintegrating perfume shop
looking in the shut-down aisles
for the end of human nature
or lighting a cigarette with the national flag
little boats of acorn halved
flickering in ghost water
at the edges of a Greek bath
hidden in a park forest

picnics in chainlink, grape skins on the soles of the feet
from tromp in a controlled vat
hear the vines
before they are utilized
the soil singing
.

.
My antipodal body
wants to follow pock-marks
on an abandoned surface
yearns for the jungle in glass
a pawn melting in gravy
lips crusted in ocean's salt
close to the wall of a glacier
in kissed formation
.

.

Alone on a throne of bird bones
the king of eyes watches landscape erupting coils
from a fractured forehead, hearing it crack
the prairies grabbing
trees making motion after motion

and the throne turns into a parkbench
the restless land becomes a grid of houses

populated by the sightless, a cocoon retches

.

.
A parody of eagles' flight
comes out of the kitchen wall
cascading faces in mental plaster
wronged by daylight and moon
equally, stranded on bridges
that run from ceiling to ceiling

blood wet hands in the bushes
that grow around the estate
mouths that do not grin and gnash
discovering the ring of silence around this planet

powerlines pulled away like cobwebs, mouths that are not smiling
hands in skyscrapers
hands in barns
are not clasping

THE G FORCES EATING IN SPACE

Now, in the middle of the ocean, they are beginning to slow down
with the rest of the solar system

unending resurrections (an uneven wheel)
other trim parts well above,

some like a dove, and some
like a lady's slipper
animals with appendages

the fingernails of a goddess
the accounts of all the mercury
the planet: the northern wastes of a one-million-pound thrust.

THE ELECTROMAGNETIC SPIRITED METAL COMES HOME A LIVING SYMBOL

Light buff found on the ice of two ponds

the thin, round disks of calcite, in his bedchamber, as he rises
channeled and gouged and eroded, scabrous and resinous, pyramid-shaped

whether man be hot or cold, asleep in the tissue's soul
the earthworm has little trouble
he turns to the torn body
the wire and the card into many curving tongues

shields or palettes pass through the block, leaving it
the water itself breaks
I pour my mind into all mounted police forces

Lake-floor litter
tanks and trucks roar mental telepathy

the ancient fish: the jawless fish
this entity accepted the grain and the start of civilization

the little tissue became very happy with the shape
of the airfoil, the total area

embracing the blood's healing instincts, its urge to
secrete futuristic costumes: simple tunic and chamber with tiny hairs

sub-arctic waters and sooty terns the shunting of blood
through the universe lying outside the limits of the seven colors

earth zones of gumwood, ebony, and smoke that thunders
here and there heartleaf twayblades, tiny gobble at dawn and dusk.

a cloud with arms
a cloud with teeth
some time in the life of a bird as the acorn worm
like a man flexing his arm once thought to be in the same order
salt water spray borne in the teeth of all the higher animals
and put all America behind him

dead bodies--food that cannot escape
and a pair of feathers.

The violet flame light manual-timer light of the mind
where death may ride with the next breath; where
the retina can form, dissolve and create; where
one green pigtail wire to the armored cable
means to be god

the mirage
requiring only a drop of blood

I'll leave a full husk to block
someone else 's stare over the water.

Something to look back from;
others will lead forward.

The mask of eyes, sees in widescreen
never to connect all the wavering particle-points--
a cat appears three-legged in patches
of white orange,
stops licking and looks from four.

Every glance broken on what looks back
the thought of you walking around with your hair down
is crushing the bushes.

<>-<>-<>-<>

Planet's a gelatin dot
decorated with foil
the park is a pit of green

climbing pigeon-shit ladders
to a room undulating
in the turmoil of gravity

I see the frozen parts collapse
and the crystals form ships on the surface

take my body to work, to a bedroom
the hallways between
are always shrinking under bridges

subways in hot oil, steam-breath
on the hair of the body

planet's a gelatin dot
in a soft drink of darkness

<>-<>-<>-<>

MAKE THE OPEN ROSE GLOW PITCHBLENDE CONDENSERS

The fruiting body contains many incisor teeth at warm, moist places
taken from the ground, it is cut into bricks
the wall of coal above the slit
day let it be recorded that
they put their parts together on the council table

Time, garnish water and return in ten of your minutes
light become closer tied together liberated from all bondage--then
some local codes require clamps on the box
these simple devices provide
to pry the knockout loose in varied tones for the anthers
to keep sunlight areas

<>+<>+<>+<>

NETWORK OF LIGHT SET OUT TO BRING IN THE HARVEST OF QUARTZ

We work with all of these light groups a cinder fly into

soft, sleek, iridescent and pleasing to the eye--all radiant heating systems limit
when they dip into the third dimension flint, a variety
protects cigarettes, candy, snack
link in the great chain of ground forces

When these break through the veils deposits contain bands of a harder
grain, it noticed that there came a moment they portray lovers, yet you judge
straws, envelopes, ribbons and in tapes
the fantasy of what is termed stagnation
sat there, with all the water in the world

<><><><><>

.......

Mushrooms dying in white fungus
adorn the paths dips and rivulets
ants climb a backpack
enter the caved-in baby soft
skull's flower-bulb of adult head
and organize the membranes there
for a queen to inhabit

Two yellow kayaks toward an island
circled by sky-motors lapped by water body
tour the blueberry bushes richly hologrammed
to reach the taste in an ancient mouth

All atmosphere and nothingness
talkers flowering in the smoke dark
the purr of rooms over engines
I'll take me outside the mountain

.......

SPILLING OUT ONTO THE SAND WAS BORN

clip to the iris

trap-door within

earth is becoming less dense in her

by the shock of another

deeply the arc melts the workpie

deep-space radio rings the earth

my two identical bodies grab for some machinery

they placed a cat before

vehicles and a crowd of people

naked to a rack and bleeding an elastic-like cable

preparing vibratory shields for innocent clock built into the switch

to refrain from holding the dying one long, triumphant hiss

guncotton, cotton treated with a ray, a beam of hyphae toward the bright light

burns inflicted by robed interrogators gleam of purpose

her outer crust in order to give birth how the arc behaves

newborn female creature directs at a screen, eyes open

~~(()())~~

I followed handclaps into a forest clearing

saw a basement through the mesh of the floor needles

there was a messenger there with no center to stand in

unready to receive, I only searched

the branches for the usual birds

the clapping went on beneath a river

or a highway

I follow it inexplicably

and I'll meet the one with sending hands

only when I've become

both chirps and paving

so send for me

with sounds of flesh meeting

I'll try for a scaffold that carries

birds with nothing to escape:

a rapid signal, that does not hurry

~~(()())~~

{-}

an alien bible
a song for the ferrets
one tumult of cherries
at the tunnel's ending
one static tv
near the pit's bottom
flashing and aching
like bodies will ache in space, so briefly
an archangel on fire with blood gasoline
a narrow litany
breaking clocks at daybreak
two kids on a tombstone embracing
the movie that kicks in the forest
an ending
a feast for the wasps
where electric arms grasp in an asparagus patch
fingers on stalks and the sky twitching

{-}

*****-----*****

Alone with the riot in a duck feather skirt
toss another painted brick in the flames
a chandelier spaceship floats from city hall
the waves on the deck have been dreams
now they're surging up an overpass
the cops push me onto a stage
the smell of gasoline on old cloth seats
she brought me a bouquet at the barbecue
a handful of cattails and reeds
we've been booked on a freight to Mars
a garden in the kitchen sink
the crews on light-filter patrol
pat me down and send me out to the shore
with a pitchfork and a sack of light bulbs
I sleep in the city's ribcage
next to her garden window
climb to a clock on a fire escape
and a feather that won't blow or bend
magnets past her waist
the mattress under the fireworks
the charcoal marks on the chimney
fish scales scrape teeth in the core of a teepee
forests for business and the street gone wild
I find out where I am in a quiet rage
to talk the sunset down to a foot bath
salt the rivulets that trickle down the hill
so the kids won't follow our careers
a vacuum at the edge of the earth

*****-----*****

A bunch of granite decembers (song)

Anti-globe is a sweating sun
I haven't had whiskey for weeks
and I know I should slam the drawer
and walk my hands away from the cash

she said she'd come if I could take her ride
to her father's place in the woods
I went there and I nearly died
his dogs prowled a path out of reach

and if the engine would've turned her head
she could've kept me at the hotel
tape player's in a puddle of sludge
spiders crawl the cracks in the scene

the blood birds of whatever's next
and the lace-work of days
that shiver over them

________________

The cool blue cubes
of a faint city
mist wet on forehead

windows that never open
rubber blades swipe to shine
the city will open a passage over a pier

fish jump for twigs fallen from instant trees
we hop a tilted boardwalk into lawlessness
between dimensions that rub their walls

where networks of living wire
spring into body

________________

EARTH METAL GONE FANCY THROUGH THE HOVERING

Light throws a shadow of the picture outside his hospital window
a bowllike meadow where sliced watermelons and pineapples made heaps
spirited more than 100 million sandstone sentinels with white caps

rough, branching projections red and gold in warm morning shadow

terrified to cross the street impregnated with graphite
body could trigger renegade as a blind man again
the sweet-tasting metal to turn on the lights in the evening.

````````
light goes on bashing hallways
into the foundations of dull buildings

it goes on here, in the void of your chest
geraniums are open

you toss a bundled signal over
fences tower shattertop

climbs needlepoint and threads
his way up, into a high blossom

````````

*#*#*#*#*

a field of white mold coating
next to the old hospital
where you can fall through
spongy footsteps away
from all acquaintances

shovel the foam and feel
the moon wonders
how to get back
into its old canyon

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

click spring opens antiquity in the body

whitewashed old times go under a rugged new mountain

turf is wet with ancient blood released

a network of chattering magnets onto a baseball field

((((((((((((((((

-~-~-~-~-~-~-

stale rooms where we melted a flowering season
elbows made love to tables and the smoke rose
prosthetics playing cards
knuckles cracked in the clouded territory

-~-~-~-~-~-~-

---////]]]]

The angriest faeries, sword-points needle-thin

gather to the bulbs of your ears

descend the rippled stem of your girdle

your head tilts like a leaf from your shoulder

there's a tiny black hole in the woods

drawing everything along to a sucking center

boats oblivious roar, motors live in the air

and roam the grass with teeth

to find litters of reptilian puppies

from the world that landed

and the world underfoot

the world that flew and the world that stayed

an island of moss and trapped fur

a vulvic waterfall or a sexless paradise

tree-tips singed by distant audio

---////]]]]

~*~*~*~

Fern hair plaited by its own stems, she
a nimbus of magnetic yarn, a suit of felt,
or dropping these, adorned in ornate vapor,
an arabesque of fog, a viper in eyeshadow that coils
at the corner stone of the state
to flagrantly protect me,

on the steps of a soaked courthouse
I tie cherry stem after cherry stem
with tongue and teeth, take the taste of water back
in crumbling mouths, that open far above my head
waving wands at the springs
and words on fire with overemphasis
she visits a bubble and scratches a bulb
an orchid's blood drops on the evening
turns purple in my signature

I guard a vast grill
the meat is suddenly scentless
oil on stone and coal
she removes me from the chef's catwalk
the powers I've fed are starved
when they come to my door I play them music
her wig falls on dry leaves, her hidden follicles
unfurl their ringlets
curve the air into my stomach, turn my pursuers
to dunes of milestone salt, she

~*~*~*~

DOPPELGANGING


He took a cigarette and planted it
on his forehead right over the pineal gland said
this is where the third eye is it opens
easier near the water I know well
those for whom father and mother are curse words
from here you can see the frailness of all their houses
on the far shoreline

you and I we live under a wavering meteorite
the warp of physics brings us together in solitude
stink bugs twitching were his teeth
I can tell you where to bring hurt women
show them their loneliness a frog on a tinplate
we have the same scar on our sex
you'll mount me to disappear
we'll become a log or an orange-shelled beetle
what do bugs do when they're alone

I sat astride him and kept wrapping
the stems of daisies around his throat
his neck kept lengthening he gurgled
you can dig up an arrowhead or the keychain
from your father's car
press the diamond cave's entrance in my chest
his arms a linkage of mutated geese

I pushed him out in a slim kayak
wearing my life jacket thought he'd laugh
but it came from my lungs set the vest on fire
with my right hand set the passenger's rim alight
with gas from my left watched him drift without oars
toward the island where I
will swim for raspberries
when the water is clear of him

he'd twisted a plastic deck chair into the fork
of a tree when his heart popped like a seed
it unwound and steadied
the circles of its feet in the sand
but I sat in the tree instead

-`~-`~-`~-`~


What's left of the earth by railroad stakes
I cling for healing
spider baby on a grass-point
my spine to groaning trees
watch watching the water
rain palace I entered
a butterfly knife in the basement
ribs open to flower
I fell through my grandmother's television
her solitaire laid out on coffeetable

Someday I'll come off the chemical leash
and even the propane-soaked moss
will bed me down to savor
the crunch of an indian cucumber
white root in the tongue-mouth
and mint of dark chucker berry
a fern-coat enduring whispers

luna moth on the center of ancient forehead
beaming to the lake-bed
beaming to the town's fountain core
the edges of a ditch adorned
with sugar of blueberry
who'll take my hand, a waif
in a riot of acorns.


-`~-`~-`~-`~

{{{}{{{}{{{}

I grip the thick stem of a broken hyacinth
propeller leaves rain, drop punched-in hours
down a chute that gurgles into the river
look at both paws and wonder
how well they know each other
feed like a squirrel, let the roofs
that shield from lightning saucer away,
watch coughing bicyclists
and swimmers who would be naked
in a clash with laws ancestors wrote
in sobriety, until their parchments made them drunk
guns sculpted from trees splinter pick at the  early stars
cartridges fall in the grass

There is a glamour girl gathering garbage
and many children born to throw
boogie boards against the art's tide
of a mushroom cloud
I had a shopping cart coated with lichens
and a tent that ate the dew
'til I pushed one into the other,
they enwrapped and faded

Another cargo on factory water,
things that the moon appears to knock down
and leave lying around,
and a healer's hand beaded with oil
that will never dry, an action movie
in the realm of a snow glass bulb
the mulch speaks thrusts of pitchfork
and a scythe spins in suspension
over lime-powdered fields
where many invertebrate cousins go to lie down,
a crumbled church is an other world's mailbox,
and the mating of foxes in ferns
ties hairs together on the back of my neck:

water forms a dollar sign, sex is food for plastic,
the abyss wears tender caverns
in its descent, and I wear it like a shawl,
it made a twin once
from my wanderlust imprisoned
but I laid him on cold wet cinders
and the gulls painted him there
I took a nightstick to his spirit
was a cloud of gnats
the berry that dropped from his stem
learned to clap leather and never speak
a void in windchimes, a windless world in female eyes
past the paths where computer melts chainmail
and we go to the ice-caps piping.

{{{}{{{}{{{}

-_-_-_-_-_-

Hierarchy of doves, lofting
the faintest the highest
the one touching the world least
the one whose being fits
most neatly into the breeze

the print of DNA creation
on a planetarium's ceiling
to be shattered against the sky
an egg in a net, a basement auditorium
strewn with pealing pianos
one hundred thousand tape cassettes running
the clickless push of fleshy buttons
a hot-tub hidden in the orchestra

bass thrumming in a wooden crate
the heart of a mummy alive with worm sex
the election of elders who babble toward infancy
pates gleaming in the torch of mosquito violins
burning imprints through cello bodies
cubbyholes of sad and shrunk computer light
music stands in plethora, feet glued
diagonally aimed, on a plateau
the theater screen like a bedsheet that we fall through
while chandeliers on pulleyed rope
descend with burning nightgowns
on their candled skeletons

the doves imprint the ceiling
from both sides, collapse
the diapered cherubs
like soaps on a hot hearth
flutter through the aging breach
where a city is an axe-cleft
gods departed to a park
to sleep under moss, we see through
the hidden radiance of aging shit

-_-_-_-_-_-

TRINITIES OF SMITTEN CONSTRUCT

In full plumage of sex I crawl to a garden
where an empire of wishes has never quaked
a purple mold on a granite chair

morphs into a woman, then a bird
still with a suggestion in its eyes
that will never cease

vices lead to virtues and virtues lead to vices
tangled vines wind unyielding songs
into all green machinery

shovels on stilts build graves in air
where arms are needed I reach
my body joins an engine it could not make

to rise through huge Vs of flock that drop incandescent
droppings on a plank, whose grain years crawl
an island where nobody waits

~`~`~`~

~`~/~`

From a large leaf-hung shadow I watch
the grass burned yellow around the trembling
edges, an island built by rays through space
murmuring perpetually to myself
today I will reclaim my nakedness
march through bright parellelograms
on a toppling horizon
but the unclothed day never comes

Someone is leading a child on figure eight paths
through the park going grey under green
the swamp departed
no more slithering through roots
growth turned to granite
their years go together like a falling book

I'm attached to the dream nerve in their heads
but we never look at each other
through the arabesques of carefully torn vines
that veil the pathways, that have no door
woman leads child
there is a key on the ledge of a falling world
there are many robins in the death of one father
there is an ovoid century clamped
in the back of your neck
to be released by the kiss of distance

~`~/~`

=

Bundles of goldenrod
clenched in each hand
I go to the ragged territories
where the marks of my kind fade quickly
sleep next to a swamp
wake up with my best hand
in a smooth flurry of tadpoles
wrinkled by water
spent all night lashing at the fields
with no woman to watch over me
my very being is stranded
fireflies in the amber of that stilled evening
hummingbirds at the archway
where dead gardens live
I practiced love like an escape artist
clothed in inter-dimensional purple
now I'm trapped in its maw plain-wide
swimming the time-stop
orchards left behind
turning their apples to drop
among the moguls of twilight

=

>^<

Brown painted picnic table
lit by pink baby spiders
quick crawl through dried rivulets of sugar
quick crawl over my wrists
I move to the drying leaves
watch ants and smoking cars move
over bridges and brittle stems
the fields don't ache somewhere for me to lie down
but cry with crickets in humbled midnight
after the fever taken to conflagration
after the kisses that landed like hatchets
loving a gnarled branch
off the birch's ash
we shed the seasons
return to a mound of tarred earth
to watch six feet above
our silence inevitable
learning to quiet toward it
larvae on the vein of a leaf
through the sunlit ground
quickened even by water
pond's history on oars of hand

>^<

~*~*~*~*

The earths speak clearly when you move
there is a clotted notch between my shoulders
that knows it and opens its lid wide
we will move the bright items along
of sound or sight on a flashing scale
over a strong river
I've destroyed every one of my
ideas
to lie beside you on this sledge
ice branches quick above
but our talk is tumbleweed
it lingers around rectangular drains
lined with light-intoxicated lint
of tobacco cotton soaked with urgent breathing
remember the exit from an ancient restaurant
with a handful of peacock knives
alleys stacked with discarded telephone poles
we'd planned an ecstatic lightweight government
over a forest of cocktails
and when we strobed our unstable forms
in the pulse quick sidewalk
the people seemed quiet and sad
as if about to shuffle together
to the foot of a mountain grave
not holding hands
and we met the nameless there on the ignited outskirts
it lingers around the fleck black holes
eating through glacier dropped rocks
near those blueberry bushes.

~*~*~*~*

_____________


everything in the house would be shut down
and severe pain in the eyes


there is a simple relation


two galaxies pass
through each other

Too much air
too much gloss
too much bleach and linoleum
no eyes watched money
into the suds corner
rags rung hoop-high
in panels of labelled sunlight
swallowing the world
and the anti-world around it
for a wrapping paper
planet squirm dead like a fish part
sandwiched in seaweed crackers
love on tin
love on monoxide

By
the fir, the elm,
the walnut,
but not the redwood, he's
walled off from her beauty

a rabbit, a pomegranate,
a comet, a thicket
of branches

~~~~~


Faint whirring of ships and gates
over the ocean; one wonders--

leaf-towers slanting
upwards to the sky--if our fantasies

outstrip reality, every time: one denies
the bottomless thought.  Wings chirp

from the bones, over the ocean entire

whirlpooling down
the core of the earth.

~~~~~~

Long sickly gazes
the pause in the dials
of the frogs and the cows

rock-strewn planet-sized staring
at the micro-pebbles of silica
on the hearth of your each freckle

these creatures joined, by pine trees
and oblivion, by rust bucket
and apocalypse, there is a stairing
in the rips, between town-realities

the circuitry in ferns and brambles
foot of a superglued teepee
a neutral plane flashing

~~~~~~

SASH      (song lyrics)


The beast is hungry as he's ever been
love circling the drain
I saw her standing there in overalls
with engine oil stains

you men can steady your forces
to the basement of a jail
I am here to take her out of here
and scurry down the air

Don't confuse the bleeding cancer
with the oozing of a lawn
I slumped against the driver's wheel
and slept through the emergence of

twelve ready, angry doctors
who drank coffee by the pail
relinquish all your daughters to
the groaning in the ocean's depth

of ears suspended in the circuitry
that's fallen overboard
we will tangle in a ballroom
or a tattooed boulevard

You can call me agent stranger
I will suckle in the breeze
wait 'til you rescind your hair down
when the fall starts throwing leaves

@@@@@@


I am a traffic light
blink blink blink
all night on automation
we are babylon
and I am a bobcat
she took her scythe dress off
and put on a hairpin
we danced like tops
to the dull shine of an open oven
the doorway in the guard of a small dog
light on and on in our pale heads
until we bashed the kitchen apart
attacked the bedroom with weary streamers
and opened the front yard to lunatics
every one of whom knew our first and last names

A TASTE OF THE MAGICAL ARMY


Bloodied snow
bones, flexible plastic panels under the skin
a loud noise will slam the eyes shut,
the essence of the person--
animals on a world being surveyed
their consciousness coalescing
theory, destroy

Dropped it into an icebound river
bound the bundle
in which every molecule
has been replaced by stone

Natural diamonds themselves
to spin new thread
nestling on the mountainside
his or her self split off from
with a gasp and a start,
to feel the core woke up in it

~()~()~()

There is an owl
deep in my being
who has never moved.

A kingdom bristles around him
which he's never tampered with.
Officials ascend their ranks,
order the assemblage of shielded walls
which burglars climb
he stays perched.

It is uncertain what power
he possesses;
he does not crave power.

You may picture him in marble
at the floor of an overcast ocean;
but his habitat is deeper
and weightier still.

If I can stir him
maybe his wings would sound
like the energy in marble,
which is never still.

But I let him
breathless hold the living center
he has no task to perform with his claws
what holds him
I must move rightly to feel

~()~()~()

_++_++_++

Yours is to touch the endless air
on a pier
overlooking everyocean
a boat's edges out of faint luck
the rippling turn of vast waters

mountain sides that thrill in each ribcage
a ship that carries a whole jungle
and twilight unknown that wearies no song

into the aftermath of who met whom
yours is to part the edgeless rice paper
curtains and wings over the aging sea.

++_++_++_

------->>>)))

Walked through glacial hallways
looking for a beautiful sound
to dwell in the tiny bones of the ear
mowed lawns around the peaks
of always solitary mountains
moles safe from the blades in a valley
the faintly aged plastics
of hastily assembled towns
filling low tunnels
with run-off of dreams
from exposed stems
the pistil of eyes, sleepwalkers who garden
all night long and meet me
on sanitarium paths
sometimes a porch is the hearth of the world
melting glass gears
behind a fertile wall
of detailed flame

(((<<<-------

(#)(#)(#)(#)


When I see my corpse
on the earth's floor, soaked in radium
petals snuff the time clock
I had three dreams from red to sepia
kissed days separated by black curtains
dropped 100, 000 light bulbs on a polished stage
while you were whispering in a snakeskin orb
the fiber optics of discarded hair
two guns and two sets of lipstick on the breakfast table
shouting over the overpass from separate convertibles
curtains ignited with stage-safe fire
two couples throwing dinner plates at one another
and not laughing
linoleum curling like a wet rose

scorched day serves no empire
I hold up the discs, our sun's multicolored representatives,
all that's needed is the rustle of unwritten pages
to hold the clouds in place with many sets of pincers
to let these cafe tables melt into the sea
and the kitchen shrink a tunnel to afterlives
through the bread and the knife
skylight cracked by a running guitar
the empty frames adorned with crystal light deposits
shelves lined with miniature forests
I descend on pulleys in jeweled drag
looking for a prehistoric shape
in the far warp of your iris

)))))`````

it's always 9:15 or so
the world moves very slow
in overwhelming grace
the warmth of mercy that encircles you
dries innards on the docks
and waiting fells a net above the sea
to ride the air to you

nowadays are near to fire
nothing's sudden, sidewalks
the play of sunlight on girders
slow movement of birds in the heat
the bridge that unites us with a cast of brass flowers

sun-years of memory release
storms of errand vine
from an engine's rot

`````(((((

~~~~~>>>>>


Days in silver frame
the porch spills a frontyard
you in a long loose skirt
feeding a puppy a beefplate
small pointed head licking china clean
there is a galaxy in the blood
and the whole tortured history of science
but we hold quietly
it spills out at odd unseen moments,
it is what makes the deep woods rustle.

~~~~~>>>>>

~_~_~_~_~_~

A prayer for an old cinema
the breathing of cows at pasture
to live in the spine of a cat
let reels descend colorless into deep milk
if the grass can turn a murderer inside out
if honey can become the wound

steeples underground, bells deep in the earth
forgetfulness of the bomb
forgetfulness of the umbilical
the life that falls down in front of a film
drive-in cathedrals where
the scented subway aches
to become human, in its machinery
the eyes of cows are not eating your being
you can watch their watching
it has no knives, hands call to flanks
blood layered on blood has flown its energies earthward
no homes coagulating in deep space
a prayer that makes no appeal

lapping against stone shutters
a camera's eye that scars bark
while the core stands in the sap
of a thousand sealed passages
mute to its glory, rainforest projector
newborn touches living dinosaur fur
the dark oil of old movies.

~_~_~_~_~_~

~~~~~

summer doesn't feather the air for you
but your presence within it
I could watch you with the eyes of a priest
or touch like a snail
your frame in a strobed corner
the gardens would just keep going

}}}}}}}}}}}}}

little grey brown

lightly ruffled young pheasants

in a hundred crowd

skittish across the wood chips

marking the low hung light

with beaks and eyes

neutrinos crossing

from one cell to one cell

in the off-green barn

fading in timelessness

one block past the towers of twilight

one lock away from leaving, one

click is leaving the wall open

*)*)*)**

Only to buzz in your sweet head
to drone away in your wilderness

a network of tendrils creaking
macrocosm of the passageway waiting

I need to veil the daylight
and lie down to feel
the beauty that walked here

simmering in highs and lows
of surrounding air

////////////

String man watches tiny meteorites

pock through his window membrane

light makes its first and last appearance

here in the living room, backs to the rug

golden sparrows fill the coathangers

from ceiling wires

dachshunds in cigar leaf ash

playing under abandoned office chairs

hold hands on a tire swing, feel the collapse

of the milky way

guard your library with unbathed nudity

shelter in the hall with a mask of tar pebbles

the visit out of time will occur regardless

```~~~>>>>>

The fireflies are busy becoming a microcosmic
sky against a dark wall of trees
as if the air never sickened here
snug vapors gently electroshock
my spine in a tower that time won't eat
staining the eye from which it pours
grey white sun in a realm
where ignition leaves no ash
blankets are abandoned under soaring lights
the fireflies are making a tent
of silently unstable fibers
plant lives that wage war
against a tablature of wet cells
a chessboard oiled and empty
a galaxy aching through charts to eat the boardroom

~~~>>>>>>>

The forsythia wears your wrist wires
bridges painted by your sash
invisible, forests fallen
the promises of men who went under
neon lights drowned in a conservatory
sleepy quail scurry around
the growth of your limbs has stalled in full flower
you're holding the flag fern of my body
over the county in a tickled bag
to the cut of pedestrian canyons
trickling with moss water
behind the rust brown railway
deeply cluttered with the items of brokenness
you go with music strapped to your head
I silently wrapping and unwrapping
the selected trees.

(=====)

The beauty of the clouds came down into form
steam rivulets made curve on curve
a mouth wafts ancient syllables all day long
no crowd in the light this time
the field collapses, lace on ice
grown frozen and shattered, the life in the clouds
in perennial visitation.

~~~---~~~

One traffic light blinks up the void of love and pain

all the good people are going home

walking eyes blink across bridges

from hometown to city heights

the whole body of a dream has entered;

blink hard, toward disintegrating days

that milk paint for bronzed spiders

thrown through afternoon, stung awake

one more vacation from the body

as the house windows melt upward,

two maids of the pathway blood drinks up

in the valley, one touched the web

left it springing, one sprung the hatch of the belly,

one swept up the kindling for memory

one shut off the machine and smiled

my bed rocketed, suspended in salts and aether

new highways calling on the screen of a velvet passport

you nimbly entrance, small mouths are crying

in the bicycle-swiped wild grass

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

Color mount palaces poorhouses
all dance to the crumbling law
the fountain wears a thousand eyeglasses
for your passage to break the pigeons
round the cobblestones
milk on the seams of concrete walks
and white summer dresses laid out
on mud green pools

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

*)*)*)*)*

If chrome police on tar
and all other arid dying world
turn to ash when you round a bright corner
disc-light rise and accelerate the planet
cemeteries in flower myriad air balloons
jostling the horizon, paint on a blimp across the sun
we touch through the wheels and gears of the shadow

*)*)*)*)*

...><...><...

Ledges on wheels
roll forward the dark thatched mountains
hands beg electricity from rock
deepen the large air further
a bridge from planet to planet
will rise from the place
we hook arms on the pavement
the slow burlesque of trees
in a confusion of seasons

^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^


Eons untouched
you hold a cobalt receiver
I hide in the ocean replica
a plane of light and shadows without sound
and the phone crumbles in my hand
your skirt is on fire but it won't hurt you
so I won't put it out, I'll move Saturn

voices will continue to cross
a shore as if they still had shape and language
the orbits will thin out
a beach will land on our heads
so faint we won't feel it, or notice if other swimmers
are sharing its senseless caress

my towel is under your life
your sunglasses are under my hat
my blade is under your kaleidoscopic rock
I'm not noticing the sun
I hope you're smiling
I hope you're here


^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^

SOME FRUITS

In the skin of an apple
what lives innate
in the burst of a grape
what vines shoot throughout the body
in the heft of a mango
the greed of armies distilled
becalmed by a bite
life in a basket, a gullet full
a planet replanted

----))))))


The damp's worth of fallen galaxies
folded the orchestra society
into a magnetic pile
where we strummed and faded
two violas and a network of branches
with hornets nesting
at the crux of color and heat
your wide eyes watched the landscapers
through parlor glass
the old country ate up on itself
until its pillars were
the cornerstones of pleasure
in our antique delirium
searching caverns for other caverns
big bang larval
weepers and crawlers from the hot rift
coal-walkers who don movie white
walk away from the gap sneezing laughter
light shuffles off to the edges
framing the long descent
a love, a frieze of fan blades in stop motion
or a maggot in carbon


----))))))

///|\\\


When you are an arrival
of light that slackens
on metal structures
when the battlefields hum up gardens
and long towers sprout
fecundate windows high
I need a cigarette to pin me to the earth
I need to be in an automobile
closing my eyes to your perfume
the engine having been given its instructions
the lady servers retreated behind glass walls
the whole landscape open to husk travelers
who hit a boundary of suspended water
come out cowed on the other side, smiling
the circuit that opened the ramps and closets
brought a meal of leaves
we washed it down with black soda
all our histories gone to the current
your transit unmapped
terra birds in a scaffold singing
to the stem of your neck
and the high windows growing.


///|\\\

RUT VILLA

She lands on the passenger seat like a fallen hawk
the boiler in the back of the dreamed room
is soaking the air with whistles
the faceless interview breaks up
between angel and transgressor
the aisles of a traincar we're always looking
past years when the cemetery was a playground
and everything I crushed turned into art.

((((((((((}}}

Here is a house drawn into smoke
by a wet finger
and the error of a saint
by a bloodied tiger, wondering
as only the blood can wonder

Slipshod forestblossom, a chain of dreamed ideas
sprinted past toxic vats and link into sunlight
holding hands watching all the branches break
the families abandon their best to the bottomless
somebody whose eyes I know
will stay home to pet the cat
while the broadcasters bring them the bomb
through a basement screen

Something cleansed will fall out of the wall
we'll pile on with our sexes
then wake up in its form
on the playground the forefathers built
and never tried
needles of a flown planet
the climax in the med-tent outlasts a battle
diamond fingers together on a candelabra
the void is singing your song, a fortress is groaning

((((((((((}}}

****

To destroy the known areas
dark slip into dark, supermatter

****

><><><><><

The cloud-born rock, whose face
feasts on butterfly kites

the secret cleft in every beach
where sand falls into the greater burning

the tenth place in my being
grown for you to inhabit

harbors of debris-licking water
benches where seated forms
fall through sleeping shadows

remain homeless, though they return to mansions
retain heat, though they rift through city time
deep into the arctic

cloud-born bones
finding a pond's orchestra

a faint sidewalk on a sudden plateau
kitchens that won't save caresses for a bedroom
and steam from deep in undiscovered branches
to vaporize the blood and make flight easy

><><><><><

<><><><><><><>

Light's hole-puncher,

when world started shedding its scales
we were deep in its coves
didn't know it had a surface
that the front would flake off
that everything would be a meteorite
that chickadees on the breakfast slab
would spoon seesaw each other plop repeatedly
into gilt-ringed teacups

off-universe, every bridge has suicide doorways
to whisperless air

<><><><><><><>

)))))))))~~~~~~~~~|

Wind that blows through time
time that is its protecter
terror beyond terror and before terror
that can be endured

The meadow wept crosses
swines nicked the dirt for endurance
willows were still filthy from the hurricane
ski-paths of white light
trickling ascended the living hills

Like a hopscotch error
a drumset on fire, a waterfall of footsteps
a backyard venting bivalved life
past the wine basement under the vines
you'll eat only what floats, take only
what I lurk back with like diamonds
from the carved city