.....

Spent gelatin of partly false desires, make speech eruct
the literature of need, the intermixed body


when you die in the universe
and not even a single light goes out


pray to your dung-wife ear
open a fecal cabaret
 in mirrored scissors
she wails in a tall room


my life is under her fingers
I love her clean head, her lack
of wavering, before she finds
a place to waver


the empire that deposited its sadness in my blood
is leaving, leaving
by the door between my ribs and the door over
my excess of forehead
leaving for nowhere


we will never abandon this world
it will shrug us around
our particles will simply be escorted
And

.....

In an atomic bomb explosion no larger than the head
metric-patterned uncontrolled mankilling


five beehive safelights a flatbed glazer
slow-moving bivalves old mechanical talk


glistening wet and still containing life city square is obliterated


the drifting color of their skin
the strength of magenta

.....

Luminescent below the glaciers and between the bands luminescent
glass plates for insulators, he strung his wire to your heavens
on the summer flora which blooms dethroned by the electrical


the soldier-poet must have won single-edged iron
stale onions always clung as a reminder together with his slave


his phalanx dangerously thin the humdrum lathe
glowing heart of radio a human storehouse
the kingdom of feedback under numerical control

.....

lemming is a goner
usurper her face means death
archers have carefully cleared streets before her


does sound travel through from the other side of time--to find you
the young king gardener here who watches night
the exiled king where you come from loses his heart


her think his reflection in the water into branches of a tree above a pond
make a sound vibrate investigation
the big idea makes a low sound
it is on the edge of the ice and in the water makes a high sound

.....

Dry forms tickle the radiant light
wet labyrinth comes rearing up
in waves from the bent turf
sodium moon finds a window of houseframe
dark takes the river medicine
flattened payphones give off a bug smell
I'm coming into the aftermath of kings
medieval stains on my lapel
blackberry razor geared my stripper core
for the baggage claim of airplanes lost in holiday
faint skids on technological map
forest of slate archeology
and the shifting of home
seaward flung
the hard rubber bulbs of the eye

.....

Trick animals have brighter realms
pulsing clouds   hollow steel cells stacked tier upon tier


      no claws   no fangs   a soft skin


equipped with sharp spines living dots and stars
armor or suction cup   their wakes and gleams glance off


        In aimless drift, fangs and beaks have torn smoke-
                                    screens,                        poisons,
                                    knives and scythes, hammers
                                    and battering rams, stun guns
                                    and electric chairs, barbwire
                                    and burglar alarms
                                        tons of roadway rape a beam
                                         six million rivets built the towers out of
         the mere scraping of a cricket's wings causes the same springiness

.....

    Climactic drones
               out of a naked cellar
      a trinity of forked ideas
    twelve fingers twelve toes tall
           carrying hay bale sized
                        toilet paper rolls
           through the corridors of sealed knowledge
              its power after the vacuum


Comedy king mop, his death through my steps
                           shrimp ginned down the flaking staircase
                            the fear of mother fur
                              falling scorched through lunch
                     waking large in sex propped up in a short circuited cafeteria
                                                                     soda finance
                                                                   the cum on the snow banks
                                                                done glint through the windows of money

.....

goddess splits in the air
        shelves wet with rain
      city hall in a sludge foundation
           tongues through brick


   and if time follows this
            it will have to accelerate
        keeping pace with the mind in panic


            elated leopards crawling
                    with sudden liquidity
                       from the houseblankets
                     like something light was confused by

THE PRISM MOUTH CLOSED OVER ITS SILENCE

Fucking to the beat of a walrus tail
on a wide deck crowded with strangers unseen
the prism closed mouth over its silence
ten panicked strangers in the mirror
gone fucking to the beat of a stereo with one broken speaker
dying to the beat of a wide deck crowded with strangers
the prism mouth over its silence
ten in two to the beat of a walrus tail thumping

.....

When I took root in your wing
    blood gathered on the brow of the enemy
   vines brought a look to your eyes
     the staggering thoughts that felled no trunks
     brought the moonlight closer to the window
              and aren't we supra
                                         natural
                   don't we take our daggers to the diner
where money swerves wet I'm defecting
       to the burnt underside of the mirror
       no pills in my calendared gaze
           just the drowning ocean
 brought you tired to a bright standstill
          these levels and angles of compulsion
                                                            for flight

THE SATURATED WAR OF THE AIR

               There is microweather in small blubber lamps
                still the great dice-shaker    thin, curiously twisted
                 swinging across the eerily lit countryside with a quality of timeless, hereditary privilege


                A painter of street scenes, landscapes and higher organisms
just above the thin ring line in size, in color, or in the canvas and metal
                           space between them toward the earth like a banking air-plane
                                            stretched membrane as a construction mate lion's-mane jelly
                                               sailor's legend one way, then the other, alternating in a gentle roll

......

    A spinning cloud
a gracefully curved dashboard and slender spring wagon
                  well enough to measure by eye   from lengths of grooved shoe rod
                            a sagging floor beam with a chunk of locust


                          rock-cracking frost, scouring wind
                                and the surging lions of years
                                  the shape of the ocean in the polar regions


                                      fit new handles into his sledges and hammers
                                                                  to cut a length of iron

.....

    Before the silent alarm
blooms, and covers me; before
 voluntary clouds shut me up,
        come and visit; be uncertain
        with me about the time,
       help me touch the lights off,
        and shut every voice in its quarters.


    Bring with me the fire of a rug
            spilling onto a melting lawn,
             gravity making hats
                      on the ceiling of a netherworld.
   Tell me in a shifting taxicab
       how the tons above secure your nexus.


      I'm going home to a tree of barn,
        aura shorn of factory tan
          electing the leering masterpieces
              pronouncing the powder of their bones
                        sublimely escorted.

CLEANING UP ANIMAL CADAVERS YIELDS A FINE DUST

Municipal hygiene bells tolled away the hours, dictating
                       the pods boiled in the perpetual half-light of the narrow


When he finished his pleading, he stood meat per acre on an empty dusk
            sleek in places that might starve by the sheer press of human activity


Roots baked like a potato     a chaos of sound equivalent to white light
            showing off running sores or the stump blossomed into walled cities

.....

My name dissolved in colors
late night in the speaking stereo
my butt pussy-halved for a cavalcade
of salival girlmovement, groaningly
                                                        measured
the fluttering mouths alive with involuntary harmony
your flick tip melting my prostate