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

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

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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