.....

High above the ground and the head
four inches long and two and one
from the tip of the tongue which serves
girls love to go in wading or fishing the musk


And ducks may be drawn down from below her body, overhauling her
we crossed the same frozen paths searching
with a piston core hatched by the sun
striking ice cameras kept and covered with a thin, brittle shell
            and the head is speckled
                                                 odor is given out

.....

When the little black coil came out of the white pearl
we nested in it and we nested in it
until it drooled like an eyelash
its maker with talons
feng shui with a hackblade
bleeding on light bleeding on everything it saw
this beast's scripture

.....

Sculpted in scar tissue
stamped by sand
orphaned in the prow
kneeled upon by saintly poses
and bored of dying in increments
a lava from the belly maps
new town of flesh
units on scarf patrol
pork units of grass-making feeders
the fences so deep in faces
gazing between the numb pools
tracing a sphinctered moonlight
up in the flattened a.m.
prodding gears into the earth
finding pain to make more pain with
multiplying the variety of wounds
and sowing remembrance into them
tasting the null-scape of grape skin
winnowing the morsel of a blade
and pushing it toward the core
finding it corelessness
refusing to wait for caresses
flung from the first suture impossibly
the looks from a tank wall
the lack of urgency in the sound of light gases escaping
fornication of form with boundless harm
tripled in lack, quadrupled in vacant dwelling
and the surrender of play
from costumes cremated by ceaseless fury
from boundaries salted with night
and endless sound
my feet call my head
to prototypal liquid.

.....

  Cast on an uneven shelf     lapped at
    the circuitry in sand    responsive
burnt sides the cavern of life streak eyes
     twiddling knobs in the rock face
    body onshore for the death dance
 rain falling in the rain room
     history dimmed in the history room
    the sleeping giant stretching my skin
                                   is a quiet rumbler.

.....

Ice-radiates
   thumbs the leaves fold down into the very center
  its own thorn woven bud
                                the air rushing past the fuselage
                                                     hot enough to melt
                                                                              the patchwork pattern of
                                                             the countryside


                                                              nose-dropping


                                                                                   Infra


                                                        Everything    in
                                                                                                         heat

.....

     I love the bell
      that rings and rings in you
     Incessantly, until someone is compelled to laugh,


     How much the cord just blurts when it is elongating
                   what the broken planets multiply
        And that molten in favor, their
             blinking service, too many lips
                 and petroleum surging against time
               heart's column of
                        burnt neon
                   when did you fall away
                 when did my voice melt
                                             tiredly against
                        your graven cheek
                       your pick up strings
                    upward on the lichen cemetery
                   we make the frantic a mop
                       to whirl into suds
                          time arrested catches
                            up and calls
                                       A given name

.....

I want to drink your honey from the first moon
the many pennies all turn into wells
                                       each one
                     is a metal unbound
with the void at my back and a vegetable counting
    to wire the clock with tomato
      sound dummies on shore
                           lightweight hands
      leaving the chirp's stir
                       ache of narrows
                  out of the morning


The void at my back your lips parted
       hills flaking my instep
      discarded shoes and airplane hangars
    the one incision of time breaking down

.....

How were these fuels made candle ice
bird form--her comb and her mirror
beds and precast concrete piers abbreviated white saddle
gill rakers on first arch anal rays


world was talking of her   their terror of the sea
snap off the tough outer leaves  trim the spiny
without a soul she has no other half of egg distress
             to the peak) to the run (the distance

A STORY OF THE GODDESS

    With one's whole body, as these dancers


    Nowadays her husband, a sea scorpion
       an equally fervid stabber
   the world has its legends of life
 a great feast and festival
                      the rhythmical movement of the nymph


    The girl became
    world voracious, and impotent


with a wild temper, she keeps watch
           her one eye over the mammals
                 her severed fingers sprang from her body transformed
        gauze and a black backcloth towards humanity
the chief deity of the lower autumn people
   an armless woman with whom she shares the arctic
    and there she still dwells, keeping this ballet without music
                                                                       from shaded bleachers


                                                                  far north hold her honor

.....

Wheat milk poison ivy metals paint
blood from his mind
everything else that stamps him destroying the rest of the person
a liquid to uniform    without auxiliary towers


                              He told the nurses to begin spill-
    ing food on the woman's dress; the nurses, at
    the same time, inject stings mold medicine
                                                                 ailanthus
                              that the buoyant force exerted on a body provides the strength of the law
                     heat pressure light


                     Closed spaces, open spaces, high places


              dust cats, flowers, dirt hair perfume smoke
                  a woman had walked from the prison seal into the path


                                ragweed       the snake in their laps without assistance


                                   air hammer,        the posterior open

.....

Open my headlamp            simpering unit
    touch raving steps toward grandeur
      in the forms of woman and man and trans
        bubble me over: redefine
      dim galaxies that have gone hunting
             and can't talk back.

.....

Something curled at my brow
     cannot release my thought
 and my body clacks beneath it
      a dull bell pierced by vapors
 while a church organ automatic
             is pushed across subway rails
    we in the half-dark carry our light
      in the form of so many struggling medals
       the soul of an igloo
memory of a task performed by thousands
and the fleshing out of cheap scenery
           to become greater than the world

.....

With your fixity of tumescent passion
you adjust hotly burning things,
                touched by ice-fire too
 in the tidal run of your tour
         in the grass lands
                     in places of sand
                       where our thin alphabet
        is engorged
                  with lifeless fruit
         the dawn a road sign
                      with the windows of a gun
            pine scent under bridges
                  and in the remainder
              of sunken twisted houses
        a kiss near rattled teeth
             the earth missing

LAMB'S EXIT

                                                                                 Ink blots finish phrases
         the pitch-black, star-studded ceiling designed instruments
a sinuous ridgeline five miles long juts out above a blacksmith in his world to a sandbar
  with the crescent's tips or cusps pointing inward invisible, curving from one magnetic citrus butter


              He is so good at killing rift valleys that bisect the country by gastric juices and gravel
                            scratched by landslides until his girlfriend cut him down
                         the integrated circuit's sound body overlooking various cardboard fig backgrounds
                               tests might require him who replaced him
                
                         Brow ridges and broken, battered skull scooped out among the rocks
                                                                                                                revealed in mosaic
                                                 the fragile and rotted bones of a ray of sun
                                                    rocks in the stomach flower for the dead            even the orca

.....

Sponges were doing their work
I was a background squishing
into the salt of life the quick terror
and adjusted to the silicon of the sun
I worked a battle into the eaves and could breathe no silence
divine freedom of error tomb wet with skin

.....

An animal like a sponge of Arabic numerals
shapes and pipe for general use beyond the systems
these sacred places of gods and weaponry
still-fish for flathead lack food and cover the safety of the elevated road
such incidentals as clothes, glasses, watch and wallet against the ridge at the top
may be earplugs--worn by the snorer's spouse.

......

A healing missile aimed at the earth
to transform fibers beyond being
to stack amber on amber
in the aisles of other stretched colors
to never curse life again
in the orbit where it fractures