UNYIELDING PANACEA


Walls of lilac that won't
let me in to their heliotaxis
or the spaceport of astral forms
that don't require humble clothing

for I have squirrel hands
love coons who run on concrete shelves
eyes aglint of fiberoptic straw
reaching and bending throughout the body

behind black metal fences and before the cluttered mountains
mischief beyond mischief where the caves are open
and the spring's mouth coats a pitcher's stem
dew is unhandled wetness

and the slit moss gives black soil in small deposits
maybe a form that boomerangs
is the only smile

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Autoharp mouth in a bedroom corner
trembles faint twang as raccoons slip
deftly into riverbreath, with the deception
of clumsy sound, from banks
where skunk and rabbit move
deeper into separateness
through ferns away from aqua lit
human paths tarred under

we go to be intimate behind brick
where pigeons slip into electricity
I hear the paws on shelled things
you are the knees cracking
heat that focuses my wound
all the coils in tubes
that pull bird sounds
down to a wet core
thicker than water.


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*****

A flood in the walls
pipes scrubbed rough by falling pebbles
little moons from the roof turned inward
you'll be thrown out by angels
and find your bed on the other side of the planet

Light chalked its impure territory
in graphs around you
took too long from gas giants to get here
there's a love in oceans of boiling metal
that guards their islands
kept green by heat
fertile by what can never give birth

*****

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A high brown sepulcher
with many bright nooks
on the way up from the dead
battery that was the sparking body
deep in its rectangle
limbs that climb like eyes
rafters that could've been its spine

The lightstream skydome
dissembled in triangular burdens
on a sleeping road, the inside of the mouth
lined with larval tigers
moccasins for the naked body
aroused, luna treading
wings fresh from a basement bath

Friend of my death, lift the windshield
from my half-eaten dials
let the microscopes and their nudging
small lasers that rustle within
purge forth to scatter these
weak instruments, highways clogged to breeding
with mute human beings.

REAL COMMERCIAL

All these days and hours, barely aware of my own skin!
High-octane newness everywhere, I love it!
And sweet fructose corn syrup, I love it!
Man as a self-created being, I love it!
Woman as a way to stop weather, I love it!
Stadiums packed with meat-eating genealogy, I love it!
Garage shadow over the yellow moon, I love it
Blankets left soaked on roots, I love it,
Coathangers nuzzling time, I love it,
The standards of nothingness applied to everything,
I love it!

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The wet brick of living houses
slither on straight lines
moving upward from where
eyes are hands

lashes open powerline whips
four hearts on a stove
a garden party's whiskey and ash
trays the gladiator's stadium

in miniature, condescended
molten silver
figures weightless in trash
stadium seats

you can find me singing forgotten histories
in broken-pillared outskirts
high on edges grand
paths lizard-backed

austerely seething
I'll remember your snubbed name
stub face, eyes turned
concave irradiant

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Existences
a dandelion clock making noise
two conch shells swirling in a basement doorway
two mouths crying hello in waves
seaweed belts and seaweed covers the breast
a pencil stretch of road
angled through the eye of breaking mirage
water life marooned in fleeced trees
winking of all twilight and rhododendron

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sprung throats for no song
fill riverbed from surface to depth
and all space is a web within them

a window to watch a wedding from
the countertop where spinach is chopped
knife between fingers and eyes on forked trees

you're looking for something to call Master
while I'm searching for a numinous vast
between commanded galaxies

and touches that move
only with the aid of tested bone

but worship the ferns, where I spilled
you squatted and smoked

here comes all the freight trains on mattresses
suits that bang podiums and have
mad children to kill them

blood that spirits away from empty ribs
in passion descended
the frolic of uncertain headstones

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The weight on a bird's head
man was once flightless and feels

open the onion and garlic drawers
dried currants tumble from slashed burlap

let me loose on the garden boys
in pornographic silhouette, deprived of dance

to fight for your elegance preying
triangle that holo-hacks
through parched eternities
to support your cheekbones

on a thrift lamp
socket of a gambled wheel
snatch in grey fervor
after the tags of other warriors
shrunk to fit
the vests that protect them

fist that rises in a tide pool
runs on extragalactic color
must be,--diamond cold
on diamond cut--bloodfully reattached

our hot planet

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What the fuck is this proud animal, man,
doing with his time

not what he is
but the shadow he hides in

No werewolf on moth wings
dressing a raw pale form
in a gown of wet brownleaves

The woodpond opens a concrete square
on the road's edge, we can see pine cones again
as if they were

the first flower of the world. 

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Platforms fleshy as mushrooms
take rectangular shapes
rear up in strong wet boxes
take on pock-marks
from adult feet
made miniature by so much
fungal vastness

Say the age is powerless
it manifests an empty pharmacy
our ribs
knife clusters that'll only sheathe
each other in.

NO~WIFE~NIGHT

Ecstasy is not on stilts
walking through the supermarket
imagining garden corners that deepen
with every step
who stands at the stove
with breadmaking planed out
in front of them
staring at a single light
under a deep pool
something eerily reclaimed

Strange soldiers marching
both without fog and without direction
nothing they plant in the sand
ever comes up a partner

'/,/'/,/'/,/'/,/'/,/'

These days live on a cliff
I can't tell if I've already stepped over
people walk dogs along it
there is no railing
the wet earth is marked
by dandelions as usual
but you feel as if somebody's rented your life
and won't leave.

Clover of mouth and strong thighs
these branches are all sap
until you pound them into being
bring a funnel
lined with micro hammers
stone beyond sacredness
the gold and silver mica chips
to open medieval computers
I fondle money around your priestess' goblet
tag your tongue and send you home to your husband
he's a mantis on every antenna
the watching world's put up
to pass the Mayans.

Masculine herds in codpiece
jogging the dams
feel female ascension
spirals we can't find
past rigged ethereality
our own shape lays open
but to flirt with the assassin of oppressors
one must clean his gun
an expert interweaving
hunt with craft:

Retake the caves our fathers painted
polish them to clearest glass
see vulvic spacecraft climbing;
superevolve
or die,
boys.

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The bulb gleams tight
from what wedged this system's
dark ribs open to emerge
multiverse, where we are kissing
blanket of evolved nerves
on a force-field of plankton
two gnats coated in lipstick
while the nonexistent underbelly
sighs to no longer muff broadcasters

Goodbye to all the jealous boring people
holding prisoners, the Milky Way grows weak
with lightless agonies
we're slapping our carnal mittens together
to make sparks from undead frozen stuff
no more aluminum territory
for gangs vast to hold
lay across lichened planks a vegetable body
watch kittens come out of the machine deep garage
to quaintly observe
the suffering created by motion

The bulb gleams to burst
with bloodless blood
to annex a galaxy
blue for the last time
screaming in a sealed tank
water from the lungs and cum from the hands
I'd like to wake up in your kaleidoscope of paws
dreamed white and green fissures
between their semblances
and nothing ever holds
but I'll stand in its peaks
lapping and burning, 'til you
lay me down cryogenic
and walk my bridge body in copper
to the light of your solitude.

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In scaffolding green
sod on boards
outside the fire in the record store
where we never ran into one another
elections erased flew past into ink caves
left curtains veiny with bald blue light
ballroom king and queen of all the killers on earth
moved each other by elbows
marble twins shook off melting vinyl
no more recycled creatures
come out of the basement's catch
out of ruined gods and wax coffin words

To puzzle holds brown and crimson
woods are aching like a bicycle
ponds leaping so high
the tail slap on antiques
of what those
carrying spine meek in a pail
cannot mother towards
metal edges in fresh-cut doorways
a thousand snail shell wheels
rolling carts through the love of space

In scaffolding green
built on the molten
world where we finally met
forgot our bones still moved from square to square
while our essences carved like water
worm of life in the air
a bidet's two fingers.

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Grey furred cock-a-roaches
in the sun gnawing
crunch, a web of vertebrae
the bark in rough rivulets
around a woman's waist
many radiant shells encircle
the base of roots
let the daylight eat the daylight

There was a time when I watched it all starve
from deep within, now bring the little gluttons
I've planed bench after bench
to perch selves by riversides
and watch their senses twitch
the nostrils of squirrels
in claw gloves, agility in all directions
the churches were built by flesh
shed the skin that wouldn't wait and listen
let the moon that rips on stainglass
in the center of all mammal
answer the questionless.

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The sudden dovetail
of two huge spiritual animals
kicking of water in a brick doorway
where someone comes home daily
exhausted by light

A dance two do with the pattern left over
when mapped vicinities overlap
that cause each other to rear up in folds
of ancient color protected
a mantle breaking sidewalks
and a voice that never stopped urging
trickling along all wires

To the triangle where you stand
from the grave slanted
in a gold hang
bulb to slipper adorned
with shine that fled
from lesser planets
to touch down
riot of laughter thudded in a watermelon
before it broke loose in backyards

Raucous to find the deep honey in one throat
passing blades that always whirl in saucers
the anti-climate meld of two forms
that respect antique distances
and passion whipped dry by lunar sands
in an unwoken hour.

CARNIVAL OF HERMAPHRODITES

The small airplane can lift a grand piano--
listen to the wrecked belly sing--
you and I stand guard against the sky
from torpedo earth--
the cockpit has a drum set under glass
the astral curve that satellites will melt upon
a woman's body is coming
directly out of your forehead--
paint a porch on each wing

Watch me mother fuck fry
interplanetary meat from a pure tin can
and liberate the sex slaves from father Mars--
ovulant, purpled by rhythmic trees
on the eaten riverbed

There's a Tesla coil in the blood-blue
of your unwasted eyes--
break your hair on my proud belly
or ignite the amplifier with a labial crane--
that which reaches like a fist gloved with sorrow
from inside the body--this is
the total destruction of rock n' roll,
in a hallway blasted empty of history
watch paint fleck into mouths
from around the corners
as a hidden sun eats
the simmering form, plummet
canyons with quiet propellers
as the engine vapes what's left
of the ancient world
and the wormholes sicken into flower.

A FRIVOLOUS POEM

Furious idiots come over the meek hills
like a wedding party on stilts
clamoring to make their money
devour more money

Hills that have eaten more space and time
than her body has
hills mounting from the riverbanks
not to envelope anybody
not even to be
are overlapping
convexing they decline
toward roads that wither out
at the foot of a mountain
a force that is nobody's mother
a water running deeper
than any god-theory can go
nonetheless runs out
and is replaced
by an energy so vast
it needn't rise to the casual

Gesture without thought
to the blood that runs me
ache in your womb
for the bones that are craft and nothingness
within me
to be built again
in teething miniature
and I'll refuse with a knife in the morning
refuse with the clapping of certain librarian twats
whose hands pour urgent coffee
down the back of my neck
while my homeless doppelganger
paws a computer

The river is certainly eating your shit
but it will eat more and more
than you can ever shit
you have a couch on your tongue
if you do not learn the strength that resides
in currents of speechlessness now
you may meet me wherever
homo sapiens do thoughtless things
and expect to be paid handsomely for them
and I will not even bother to show up
to beat you with a rake, a lawn blade whirling,
a drag queen's wig flown off by rubber bullets
and the battle that takes place
in your skull addled thrice
by the place which I am modernly leaving.

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My father's windows
aren't watched by anyone
move me across gravel
starred by inner earth
the windows themselves are watching

Knick knacks and bric-a-brac
are laughter on the shelves
somebody's enemy has fallen asleep waiting
my father's been looking in every wrong place
but he left a path in the air
I'll soar it and never sleep

So many barn houses stacked on curves
behind the strained tumult of future highways
gardens bare as the sun
my father's looking for a woman
I'm alone with the sand

Friends and lovers left me
painted with psychedelic mud
my father is still noisier
than a house full of gods
with no war to push forward

into the toppling zones
where we suckling descendants
sent our sterile offspring through a labyrinth
long heads on long necks are screaming
but they have no form
and we recede from oblivion
into the frailty of peace
never advertised as beautiful bodies

My father's windows are now so wide
there is little house left
for him to rest in
he keeps staring his undirected stare
the shelves are parched lips
with no clapping monkeys
the activities in the kitchen are just a wind

he looked for a cook, then he learned to cook
his life's a breeze that can't
find the proper door
to flow out of

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Bring me twigs of fire
from the foot of the tree already burning

torch at the outskirts reaching
where we banked an auto
up on a series of sensual rocks

moss sprouting, ghost lambs
moving over the pastures, sprung
from a touch of milk
a helpless engine
the hidden fury of quiet grasses
across the street from an ice cream shop
and the flash of
nubile hands taut calves
dipping reach into myriad freezers

I slept against the boundaries of stone
woke up with my hands burned by figurine branches
walls of white wrapped waffle cones
calling hunger mine
and the milling of kind old women among the thermostats.

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arcs of song
plow over the dust clouds
shaped anemone fingers
sleeping into the air
torpid wrecks who wear bihuman faces
talking an airplane's carcass
over a kitchen table
while eggs sleep broken brick
and hedge to words

Limbs a-tangle with the movements
they sing rootward
to the back of all yards
yolks popped on branching forks
the bookend holidays
that rail and end
in empty bellied woods
fraying sideward
this shard, that wayless way

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After all the planning the planning
the planning, gridwise
that failed in buckets
failed
gratefully we enter the mystery

nothing in particular need happen next--
cosmos on the backs of my hands
and if I turn them over
will it spring from the lines
that police identify
on the other side

Salt grain highway
opens in the quartz of your eye
without, sting for love's dimension
washes its material impact
free of irritation, spirited mineral--

but bring it back for dinner, dear
spring's windows condition air
as a flung baseball bat
connects against the chainlink--

`~`~`~`~`~`~

At an open patio
where life is pouring
skies that do not create furniture
births of metal bodies
ride out of the earth
we're not sure if we're clinking glasses
or touching hands
but something is holding

On lightning paths
it moves bodies beyond form
time like a blade cuts chronology
across the sugar rails
of a butterfly conservatory
button quail are little commas of lard pecking
don't touch the wings in your hair
it's murder

Here's a brightness to be defended
it doesn't ask
octograms of garden gird
leafy gazebos
our guardian flowers

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Big bones of the river
water cannot be wayward

past the melting boulders of the shoreline
a single cat walks in enigmatic amusement
throughout the piston levels
of a power-blown factory

He paws at a planing table
where passionate machine, arms of men
once churned the agent dust
that turned their lungs to powder

the flick of his tail's without wisdom
but not unwise--he whiskers
in my whiskers
and my tailbone blinks,
basement resting riverbed
foundation upon foundation.

`~`~`~`~`

Nothing will take seed from me
unless the daylight is a newborn hammer

it won't be
river is lightly rippled

dims a forest edge
to seaside corner

from bedcloud slide
to tiptoe

someone is waking up in their own mural
to find a family of bland mutes

around them that did not give birth
and would not walk toward death

with calm, but died talking
of things unworth remembering

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Long fields of broken stone
we used to call rivers

a doorway of industrial depths
toppling in the blood

we hang from the math of bridge girders
in geometry of underwear

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Ornate platforms we brought power
brush over us in arabesque
the shadow of their works
we set precious gears in motion
they're paving our bed
with months past months
and seasons without motion

Where flames park on garage way
strips of electricity lay open
to the deafening night
winding the foot of a plateau
up on its pentagram shafts
a pantomime of mating grabbed
ahold of the fault line and hung on

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Show me the flamboyant one
who got past the guards
with a peacock of marijuana;
allow me to congratulate him personally

Lapse into speech
the way others fall into silence
across my desk a shadow towers
they talk on strings
breaks timber over
my legs rooted in marble

Parallel bars of steam
water tanks on stilts and wings
layered in heavy daylight
perched among lichens and spray paint
pigeons don't look up at
their cousins in steady blocks
of the higher air

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I quote, like a video machine
her eye broadcast
the total destruction of the real world

Lush rugs urge feet to third eye
in a sexual wobble; watch the fish tanks
return breakfast to surfaces
of algae green
and white stripes the fish are alive in
my shinbones and my bird
chest grown pulse
trembling to her shower
where she moves bulbs to peaking corners
in the rearranging rooms

She takes me to the stirrups
she's been put in
lets me feel the cold
life between forefinger and thumb
lowers the fluorescent cage
shows the passion of my speech
to be so many tumbling numerals

Campfire at the top of sodom hill
so many breezes that torched the morning
breathe back to me
through netsmoke of too many guitars
what you were saying when the real pearls shifted
she touched a ledge and found
a downbeat, mossy husband

While I chameleoned

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Her death's real walking past
with little dog and shopping bag
small shoulders loom
larger than monuments
lie down on their own shadows,
the spotlight on goldenrod,
crashed cars in an oval blaze
nimbus around her body lain transparent
floating away on private terrors
over the haze of the capital,

Where some waved signs
we clenched in an alley,
waiting for the obscure visit,
our demands as small
and as dark as the earth.
She taught the pigeons to play squirrel.
She taught rugby to tennis, in another country
I've never tested
the bathtubs, the electricity seems
to crawl around quite harmlessly
until she shows
through a subway or a space worm
to be a dandelion
at the top of an unlit hill

Trapped in a vase cut
from oxygen reality
little particles follow her down
neutrinos powdered with black ash.