.....

Lumina
shadow stains the multiplex
a symphonic mtn
fevering in words


Granite-numb,
diving for girders
in an ocean of unnavigable air,


Firm in falling


I picture gravediggers in a monopoly
 of caverns, polling lights, and the sign
  of a horse defecated into a numeral's
   heart.  I supply the plan horrific
     with energy, run trace to
        the belly of the sun,
          sigh and make love with this
            irresponsive violin.


 My tenants are kindling the wires.
   Light's forced on their potato alleys,
    moneyfuckheads, who can move nothing.
      Similar traces moved lilacs one block.
        Battery of clamshells in front of no cinema
           Town dropped like a key
                Under the parkway of the vast celestial

PLANETARY FAUNA/A FORMAL UNDRESSING

deciding to forgo the usual girl on top

 when the mermaid wore a shell

flipped onto her knees and leaned her against the loveseat

 and the forest crumbled into blankets

turned her head to glance to her to get inside her

 for the remembering shed at the waterfall's edge

slid into wife’s ease, and as I watched

 the promise the luna made to no darkness

thrusting into notice of my own aching

 the dawning of upper layer light

so caught up in watching arousal

 as our waiter pushed dripping emitting electromagnetic

freed to match rhythm to theirs the sun

 which are harmful engorged turned on

by what I was seeing and the sounds more

 radiation and even gamma and I was glad

when I saw harder and faster super-charged subatomic

 mainly from the outside, both on the edge,

  and I knew materials such as aluminum or plastic

   hand not stopping till I’d drained tissue at the microscopic

    ass clench and release over whole-body radiation

     while he was busy filling scream like a quiet lover

      a bone marrow dose kept pumping the edge we were all spent 

      flinging wares, mysterious instruments on the city surface

    up his pants out the door, not wanting

   masking a long parade    employees out of our room

    in the morning through a smog of open earth

  bed, both fully satiated after only two days
 smoking in terror

.....

There are leapyears
     lost under me,
   whole calendars in murk
       where the eyes go sinking,
    women in a hedge
            around my bed,
         a lurking instrument
      that cowers when my memory
                                 kicks in,
       and so many fathers and mothers of
           industries that will not survive.


I go without searching,
      without prying, with so many
          limbs windmilling
                       in my limbs
  that subsiding is impossible,
       but without favor, and
  without tact, I hem the fever skyward
                                        lacking a garden.

.....

Ding  polyps are the long ones, thin tentacles that catch any immortal animal
      stubby and shaped side the urns little buds


          brain is dead if only bombarded with radio brain death means
                                                        past of cold chicken and wine electroencephalograph
                                                     down ordinary daylight paths, arcs spring from tube to tube


                young female corpses have been himself: he topples a huge statue
                        the sound of a language he cannot understand
                                 extracellular, hesitantly, he reaches out        to atoms

.....

The ice fish wife-murderer
                    cat in the alcove

                                           to control the lights
                                           the problem of seats and windows

                    a semi-transparent body
                    a puddle of molten metal
                                                                         two common mechanical

                       the acetylene hour, or less.  Was there any reason for light during the day
                                    will the despoiling screw on the front of each
                                                            fire, the unexpected extinguishing

                                                                                               a hard, glossy shell charismatic
                                                            mad monk which is pitted and grooved

                                    father to son                    their shells litter the ocean

.....

Ocean is laced and interlaced
           both sides for four pointed atolls


                         the universe was water
                  intermixed blocks of graphite, uranium


   thousands of pounding hooves felt I could defy the world
           shooting holes in a painting of cows as metal sponges


                               twisted together and stationary    set into marbleized pots
                 with the line wires ridges and fracture lines running at 90
                                                 eight countries are located in a slick
                                                   machine, spinner heads wind the wire for the barbs




                      flattened antic crustal plate


                                 the bristle of the wild oat   the transported floor

....

Rock dove                the gears turn a core


        copper-lined freeway    white of the eye


                  reel of tape and the take-up       behind the melted metal


         double-frame hammers          waving their flagella


                   bordering on the lid-slit         to the edges of the end sheets


                       signatures are sewed together           radiant energy is also


                               leathery rockweed held fast by disks         two red-eyed parents


                                      another sexual plant               lifting water from the earth

.....

Ice-cold tones in the world of
                               black and white,
    fidget infinity, the curtain between
                                                   continents
        beard of mud    looking out
          at              his love's glow
             abandoned.  And the film reel crackles
                                                   like a wave.

Led into distance, by a silent mob
                    to the outskirts,
                                 lightning bolt walkers
       frozen to the borderline by Martian
                                                         salt.

The strippers of mind gravy, jokes on a train
     the people that people the breaking of rainfall
     fingerdeep in the glowing cracks of the
              lover's skull, the Louis Sullivan doorway,
    the grandfather skeleton around   our lingering
      love  and the torch bearer of lichen messages

bringing hell paste to the face  of a flapper silhouette
 dragging all the daggers of the sea
            over  them  dining  room  over  them
                 cattle tramping the bedspread
         curtains rent soundless by money cinema
         the dementia among the fallen pinecones
   the longing at dim ancient mirrors
                         to be snapped, to have taken

.....

With my mother's left elbow attached to my nervous system,
            and various configurations of those with money
           who come against me with ferociously grinning presence,
      bifurcating my non-soul with existing desires, flared
                                                                              into ketchup,
    into groggy dishwash, inghappy in the mouth of the radio,
where an incantation is measured by units of consumption, here are
                                                        pine trees, fall down and
                                                          worship, them, etc.  Wolves on
                                                                                                     paper
rubbed from a tomb-wall,  running
                 faster each second history paints over
                                            them, with my father's brow
                          stupefying my mouth and eating
                                                               blood, the obstacle
                                                                 spiral very much
                                                                                    intact.

.....

Cliff-cusp   blood's rust on the gills
   fissuring the blind water
           as some glacial pebbles go
  time belt breaking along horizon
        sweetens descent,  the concrete bath
     eyes darkening with plunder


           doorway basement,  mind-leaf
                veins atrembled a bead of water
                    toward the hull's split
     the planet mouth opened they rose in dense clouds
             the deranged miracle planet hoppers
                a ring bark borer convenience store
                      clock's interference staggering
lined with dry grass.  The
young are ugly-looking
caricatures

.....

Into the stigmatic
    a single flower.  235 lunar months
feed on buds of guncotton in pools of water
 two separate, isolated coils
                                                           wound on the same magnetic iron core.  An
incubator hangs on all the walls and sits on all the desks (in the cathode
skin grows over the surface of the negative terminal.  The electromagnet
    of a dry cell.  A horseshoe shape pain of a gash in his finger invented smokeless powder


 seaweed to the sequoia ether and alcohol--that reduced the searing heat of reentering
             man-made fabric yellow-green gas on her dressing table.

.....

The house a setting of gardens, and the thin eye bar is black.
  Cloudy crystals and blood red seeds on the crowned and pilastered front door; the woman
       is present in soil, water, minerals and the age of synthetics.

 The bridge of a submarine stands striking a mirror of trees we call maples.
     Glory opens by the clock; he inhabits, runs the elusive entity by grace of thousands
        in open water above.  This protects the dormant opening in the bony brain case
           and a layer of huge patches great factories of the modern fourth pound of fabric.

   Automobile housewife squeezing berries for hundreds of years as a wrapping for perfume
        with plasmid vectors slender and the ears large and naked.

    He is grayish-brown streaked with the intraspecific killing, the exit holes to the sea.

DIVING BIRDS AND DOOR OF COLOR

      Blood is the mortar.  Turquoise, defying envy
           that powerful yellow belted with a broad red
          to this house.  Firmly clasping bright lights and glass
 the noblesse of its legs to the ominous rope, thankful in the middle of
                       boutique slap bang bellow of a bull alligator and the evening cries
     to shake out the water.  Then,


                        The empty capsid of the phage is left as a laugh, large head, and doggish appear-
                                                                                            ance as the earth pig


               bones are closely united            and the systems within
                                                       use  a tiny electric-impulse of its many lives


                             to detect those pebbles that fastened to the still-sound parts
                                   sew the dead into shrouds with sheet-metal.

.....

at that moment
   when man has dug for himself
           the most narrow hole,
 so as he smashes his head on a random ornament,
      a ring blade, a dust star,
  and re-opens the tiresome mystery of himself
    and falls under it cursing
        with music and with tax forms,
             with so many holes in his consciousness
               for his debts to fall through, that
                 saplings and electric towers bring him
                 to an upright position, limber with confession,
                  until he weeps on the pornographic globe
                               with a file in his lips
                                     and a plan for an invisible escape
                                        and a chainlink valentine
                                                on the heart of the sun,
                                            a steaming paycheck,
                                     the rocks in the distance where he fell
                                          the hissing of long beneficent wires.

.....

a lone crow stabbing
  in the backfields
   with nothing shiny to catch his eyes


          his blood on the level of his brothers
            his plane unpierced in spite of pecking
                 every meter to breathe at the sky


     earth's own prey in the beak of his mouth
       the ground snoring not through what he has eaten
          sleep on his tongue from a sun-source
         a beaming white
                        cloudbreaker


    the layers of the trees at his far sides
     and under the bone-skin feet
      stalks of chewed and muddied gold
                  in rainless beams
              his charcoal and senseless senses
                        tail feathers the sister of a shadowdance
                  bent
                    glanceless as I bike past

.....

 Someone is counting a key alphabet
 with ironic fingers
 in cabinets that encircle the skull, the rafters
 someone inhabits all those who imagine them
 with the magic of the practiced


 dripping with extra limbs
 someone is shutting a poisoned door
 and the agent of all these
 is smiling not to open it


 over the film-blasted hills
 they tunnel the air with dialogue
 fight immaculately
 in alleyway after alleyway
 and balance a knife on their world
 while another knife watches.