.....

Green, blue and white vitriol vibrate through the water
  a comb or headgear in the limbs dissolved and vanished
   traffic that races frozen shoulders
     an iris says my compliments to the stiffness of crinoline
      there seemed a way to chairs as well as the bronze table lamps and let the
                                       iron patient help to wash himself, if only the
                                               face and hands, if he is able to grasp of prongs and drop
       sparklers have not yet been made of gem linked in a chain
         the giant coiled chain of natural molecules
            a wild flower with red-backed leaves, blooms

IN THE DEEPS OF THE PLANET PASSAMAQUODDY

  Warm-blooded animal warbler
                           in fields that help it to trap the sea
                    the lightning-synthesized masked attacker
                                    an artificial womb; its cisterns and water


     A half-moon was over the world rain fell from the high atmosphere
                        flower of flowers cross from a cross among the food
                                      a woodpecker from the desert will judge the city


       The monasteries which dotted this rise in his status he bolstered with astrological reading
                                          a scientist in his wild, dark place
                                                                  devoured by fishes this law holds for all

.....

Branded by emptiness
 I will go down in the streets kissing my enemies
 all the levels of being will each have a sidewalk
     storefronts will barrel the sound of thought's music
       and send it in bright curves
            to the mountain's scarves
               to the toil of perfection within

.....

Light-pockets on the riversides,
     wreathed in the wreckage of trees,
      following a murmur into amplified darkness
     as a blonde telephone nullifies the calm


 bereft of formlessness, the hand, ticking, the hand waiting
  in thrall to unaided time the whole body, ticking, the whole body waiting
                     paleo eyes naked on the underside of life
   notched spine dragging a season of loose fur
                   to the boundaries of experience where the wolf cannot move


                            the seeking that is wave-like
                         a current whose cargoes carry
                          what is transformed not to be lasting
                                        thud-moon, pants of light, shirtless glory
                                                in the fainting room,


                    taut mirror of wettened options,
                         seething vine that strengthened the mortarwork of these bricks
                     varnished eight-cylinder candelabra
                                  cymbals slapping like wet fish falling
                          history's collapsed pattern the reassemblage of matter

.....

I want the blindness of blood
the uplift of earth
to occur with the flip of a page
and the body to keep turning younger.


Or I want the occurrence that crosses planets
the body turning in prayer
I want the blindness of earth
the uplift of blood to be accomplished.


Stretched on these that have added to me
the shared light for a moment spreads
and is furthered, not muffled, by thought
the fondness for gardens draws
an acid bath from the architecture of heaven.

.....

     The gift of a thrusting universe
bright fluid bones move through my skull
            flames leapt there and fur in waffle patterns
                kept the ceiling moving
                      field after field
         to be stilled in the thorns of an acre
   found sprouting on the edge
                      of a voidless tide

.....

Where the fingers are cut the other side
   reaches through a hologram
            touching ten years into the future
         skin parched by acceleration
       and when the stalk of the body splits
           pomegranates and walnuts fall out
              clattering and gushing
                   on the hearth before
                          the infinite floor

.....

An incense of sad bodies
                     moved to passion
    by the drone clock
        ticking clouds into place
 while the engine suffers from language
     wafts the ground floor
             to the higher stories
   where satisfied talk cracks
        in bewitched gaps
     elegant fingers on long planks'
               moonpaint

.....

To be harmless
    to be wrapped in oil


      to be boundless, to be with all
         the same


       overlooker who is not present, owl
               that our shoulders do not share


                a tag and a forced
                                     destination


       luminescent with mortality

    through the pain and the glory of the sexual revolution
    to the charged ships eating galactic garbage as they carry our symbols of the sacred


           the shell that forms in the dusk
                and dissolves in the cruelty of days
 
                   lapsed, loved in completeness
                       interflower, beaming arena

.....

Moisture-laden electric signs would flash their answers in most large towns
long sheets of muslin held up by the echo sounder chrome-and-leatherette
     opulent and willful to yield energy


                      everything but still, clear water

.....

Upstairs, my self
                is carved out against
                                    the music,
                   fleet-footed death
  dancing coils omega electric
the rivers of the earth
                           are in my skin
             solitude puts wings
                         in my corridors
                   and the miserly heavens are shut technophobe
                         the mind to him is a sleeve
                  and to me a prism

.....

In the womb-cave
   thuds from the walls
  a weakening of welcome and atmosphere
    light hurts the neighborhood
          into my awareness of garlic
     as I lie down necessarily,
      in the place where my love is held,
                                to things that fail, in unadorned
                                                                     twilight
                            my friend lies down
 with his helmet switched to roman numerals
     and all his care stacked close
          to the upper hallways,
            where he has burned
                              a portrait.

.....

Daughter nuclei
        departed from the radial pattern
                    that is the child of the spirit


      to shudder at the thought of some wheat
                a hint of yellowy-white fur
              night-blooming along the inner face of a molded cap rail


                       black rimmed scarlet dots to the bottom step
                         long silky coats the color of dry grass
                                              which grow in glorious alcohol

.....

Aura enters three doors in the smiles, and a gong sounds
        but he shall not escape the disklike, rasping mouth, the crumb caged arena
            regally gowned motors and generators are built with coils
               world's waterways turn to his sport, and one of his aggregates of salps
        a dark-haired, sultry girl, subhuman savage, naked, fanged grating on an air conditioner
            the remora is quick to detach, snatch the transverse parts within the oval
                 soft needles on a sprig one very deft kernel of love
                     our earth is being crystalized
    in the form of tapes, books, and vibrations through our beloved brother

.....

The world is rebuilt from the earth.
     One must first analyze light
            and become clay and mud
      the densest clusters of chips and the planets about us


            Glowing body gives units in all directions
                       emotion:  the moon will be conquered
                                                                 and then


                     Radiant energy is sedimentation radiant energy is ultimately transported
                                   into the air and shouting
                       commands, he is belligerent
                                              but his pistol world is finally the immensity of the stars


                                     A magnet is dipped into a dish of tiger
                                                            the gleaming
                                                                  underground

.....

When you leave through a roving crisis
when you descend your apt beaming with alcohol
you will find an island in every state


you will be seen in kept images
you will live on in fatherfuck of shaded rails
he will find his roadway familiar
your own seeing will be ended
you will be kept by a scorched mirror


traces of interplanetary riot against death are black holes with their own traces
your ticket aflutter in a train breeze with light on it
the disintegrating wish to kiss sadness


botched I think of my superior friend
the cursed brow and thistle of comedy
the goateed chin grinned immeasurable
and he was gone

.....

 gale wanderer
  who has forgotten the taste of cinnamon
   which he never liked
pours from the seams of his hands
       these feline collections
 telepaving in liquid metal tide
    the sparkle on plateau
        of united atomics

.....

The spokes of whisker
 the murderer's face
             predictably tender
  slant-cat portraying
           the beauty of air
                           to be felt;


 thump-tail, unwandering eyes
     will flicker soon
                           and contradict
    each self is a ceiling blister
 canopies of daffodil
                       come down
          with the motion
                             of thought
      and the public park splits;


           right down to a canyon
       the dew walks, with mouths
     made of moss, the winding hurt
                of all life in resistance
                                 to oblivion.