Tuesday, September 30, 2014

.....

As the white fringed orchid flogged him with a riding quirt
malleable iron castings polished to a satin finish in deep extragalactic space
sprawled out across the aqueous network of glass headquarters
a row of flashing signals on the people who became faceless


earth, air, fire, and pattern of ridge and furrow stripped at both ends
their delicate shades of blue, pink, cream, lilac and rows of tall trees marching right to the edge

Monday, September 29, 2014

.....

Whether pushing a snow wheel
       or moving three tons of guitars
         into a darkened hangar


       light that has reacted
              to what's in its way
             spreads on target


        takes the circuitry from its shields
           and places it against the sky
               to be made leather by rain


           the friendship of a changing place

Sunday, September 28, 2014

.....

Hell-bent song, full of tweezers
and rage-beaten maps,
hold your coil still within me
until it can pierce
     the firmament with curses,
     until it can seethe and inhabit
          the wounds of whole civilizations,
     until all is at risk of being forever lost.


Make of me
     a melody that wrings
          the epiphanic clouds
              free of blue,
  and make the blue places
also light up, recorded or
                               unrecorded.


For I have been in holy sections
with my consciousness smashed in like a bank account
let me be now unblessed,
complicated and compounded
                   ten thousand fold
 by the song at the root of all songs
 by the library that sings in a cliff
    and the ocean a line lovingly
                                   inattentive.


Dance into
              a protected scope,
         scatter the astral video of leaves
            blowing that lives there,
                in a cabinet hallway,
                     saying "monster".
  Scatter my partnership
         to the arabesques of out-of-control gardens
        so that I might see
             someone coming with water.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

.....

She lounges on a mushroom
     with her hand on the hatchery
         of unforced feeling, root-music
            of elms withstanding
       a century of disease
   where they hum on the land
                    in strong droves,
          silver-bronze lamps, in the soil


She thrills the envelopes
           underside of the thawing bridge
      He blankets a field of horror ants
    with denim and lank form
      they are on a hunt for
                          miraculous  eyeglasses,
     unattended lavish banquets,
        things that fish for
                                the dead

.....

The spill of the centuries
      flows vein to vein
               in these limbs,
     a danger is carried in it,
       cell to cell it laughs,
      making the chemical structure of chaos,
             the body an emblem high
          on the mantle of crushed things
       travelling at the speed of solar system
                 moving families of rifts
                             into smaller rifts
                       large rift by rift

Thursday, September 25, 2014

.....

Wrought-iron railing around the pane of glass
a mantle of glaciers by the slope of the land
a disc of silver, a disc of paper or cloth


to reshape a complete body within a few hours
a brand-new hydra drawn together at a load ring
the soft pulp of the optic sun star


blood leaks between the chambers as the sound of the univalved animal
piles and bulkheads and gravel catalysts
magnetic force throwing slaves into water stairs

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

.....

          Music or other human minds
the blissful electric bell aware of the order


                                 out-of-body loudspeaker king
                                           butcher in a house of worship
                           cholla cactus gashed by an imploding bulb
                                              a flockmaster's industrial chain-mail


                                                 bright rim lighting silent floor of the capsule
                                                          heat flashes between clouds develop these powers
                                                                                                                        not the future event

.....

If you and I cannot speak
   to one another's souls,
     nothing is lost; the fault of time
       is permitted.  But the rift it opened:
     completely faded afterworlds,
   incubators broken in long rows,
 the weather planned down
     to a glint on the pillow.

.....

Just as, when young, I saw
      different beings begin
  to drip over their edges into one another,
     so I see them now
  amalgamation atop amalgamation
 the radiance of friction in flesh


  Just as, a prisoner like
     the rest, I reached out
  to be entangled, I reach now
     to be solved by some miracle.

Monday, September 22, 2014

FALSE BEARDS AND PADDED COSTUMES MIGHT SLICE INTO THEIR CONSERVATORY

Ends of a magnet are called from a whiplike mold
hauled to the surface in white satin caps


the flight deck silhouette
birds of coal, oil, iron, film, and fingernail polish


big terminal buildings with fixed wings
mum entropy and its shadow of doom on well-cut linoleum

Thursday, September 18, 2014

.....

Let the silver drop away to reveal
       the silver engine.  Tasks of daylight
                  to be done away with
   that lead the eye in the woodpile
     treed cat watching a wire
         move in the contempt of your soul
               to paw the wood
    stacked on the stacked fire of its being
             grained to sing with microcosmic flight
                    in knotted crannies
                      whose still refusal
                                   strengthens the tide of the trees.

.....

Face me from summer,
arrived in the bright cold
to be held and nourished
by the trickle of void's musicality
just above silence.


While the thickets seal their stems
melt command with response
so that when the flower of language drops off
there will be conception.


Tell me with the test of a limb's hinge
how much we are holding.
Trace clouds to size
the shape of the brow's
focus on aimless treasure.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

.....

The blackjack thickets on strips of windswept height
gravitation shattered across the surface of a pond receptacle
and the anal fin black with a gill cover placed like a blown fuse.


Notched silhouette, sungrazing ashwood and boiled leather
a big-boned war-horse painted over with ritual bath,
a new cloak, and a blow on the wing tip
while its mirror-image was inert
from the translucent intestines.

.....

Like a proud chicken
      one side alive with dragonflies
           the ovum with an old set of instincts
       with a lantern in the pores of an eternal clock
     an inverted saucer that pushes the continent apart
   abyssal plains all brass-colored hot black wire
 spines beneath the eye a velvety phase reflected
supernova remnants running over limestone shelves
   the water-lily leaves watching stillness propelled by three moons

Monday, September 15, 2014

SAUNA-LIKE ASTROLAB

     In the master's metal coat: the pits
            waist-length braids spilled out of her hooded mantle
                                                                    she had read the classics


                         known to dive well beyond relatively thin sheets of flesh
                                    and the plow and the drainage ditch and the egg clutch
                  their introduction into the drier areas constantly reloaded with thousands of tiny cattle


                          when the vessels are closed with the care of diamond cutters
                                  and the heat is carried off in scarlet cloth
                                                                  with armor and trappings
                                                                            gradually extinguished

.....

Peaks with stone cities     white neutral wire
         bathhouses, tables, barbecue     spray out icy matter
              as a small disk of light     served in primitiveness
                         to a tank of hungry living three-prong plugs     through you.

.....

His sacraments were light to her moving blade in sculptural poses
     the animal with four legs bunched tripping all twelve shutters in a row
         abundant fatty shrimplike enemy of the soul grown almost to look like
                 the bones of our wrists, hands, and fingers flat and broad flippers the wings
                     and huge paws with heat
                                 shields, on top of
                                 the mantel

Sunday, September 14, 2014

.....

Shot from a corner, the feel of surmountable force


full-fledged systems: impeccable old baskets
of lowly creatures denied a combat role
shining out of the same star field by a female cook,
sleeve to rail
hex socket
double handful of bones
the roar of the library of congress

.....

Another lake-dwelling person, coming out of a lighted house
caught in deep strawberry marks
climbing rose pattern as the light slowly becomes dim,
staining the sandstone cliffs geranium red through amber to white


swirls of gold braid on the sleeves produce sounds ranged in a spiral track
plasmid ladders on moving trucks, and balloons of the dark water

Saturday, September 13, 2014

.....

Steel darkened warm mineral springs--the wide
                 trackless trains of liquid world city to city
                   fuse goggling eyes, lolling tongues, and the victims dancing on the scaffold,
                            calling out undulating dark lines
                                                            fish-like far and wide
                                             the rest of the body is cream carbon
                                    odd-looking bones right through the muck down
                                          thundering frog chorus under the clouds
                                                                             far away from the old system

Friday, September 12, 2014

.....

We kept the summer in high rooms
     pancaked the outside
  tall glasses on our arms watching stones parked in the river
       shine clasps on a moon that would not come
         plummeting to the deeps of the street
                            to chase life, to experience the favor of drifting molecules,
                                                          to shatter the radio mirror
                                                             in an artificial wood,
                                                           to disown silence
                                                       watch the trucks like a thought,
                                                                cumulus lit up,
                                                                         stoplights striking in error

Thursday, September 11, 2014

.....

Thousands of years to the light in the brain for two kinds of worlds
             light; the slender rods mains-powered aimed at saving and promoting life
                    skin is sanded off, to produce needles or special instruments stained dark by acid
                          overhanging trees phosphorus ooze around the mouth and eyes  
                                these diagrams raised in a man-made pond
                                    where they resumed their perpetual ceremony
                            shoots of autumn wheat in black ridges tunic and boots to a meeting
         glass framing sections and his thin flesh and the rough wool of his leg
     she declared as a doorway between the spirit and the rejuvenated earth
  the coastal silver that includes
    seeds for winter wheat that buried the village of semiplastic rock
           petrified cattle ranches lost scratchings indifferent land
                there is a wide strip across the full range of the earth's palette
                    whimsically bricked oval frames, reached for in music

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

.....

Certain brilliant hummingbird feathers are created by ridges in mother
                 oil-groomed spermaceti in the bulbous head of gold leaf
                            the despoiler 6000 bulls of variegated color
                                        restorer buoyed up by the edge of the sea
                    downward cleaving first the air when they are out of water
                       we are rough men mixed by the wind
                          a hank of hair on their entire and
                           like most substances, fall asleep quickly
                              tube-rack upon rack of them--condensing
                                 sealed by massive, hinged lids filled with trouble because yellow has
                                                                                                added to the red light
                                  lead-colored drums radiate their stored heat into the rooms
                                    the curvature of the drop refracts so that the tank sits on a firm, level wall

.....

Just one prison bar.
 And I closed my eyes
      and leaned my face against it
          for half my life.


That metal staff could stand
   in a forest, an empty avenue,
             an embattled glacier;
         still I would mute
            my features.

.....

The primitive beaut
slaw cutter


A heart-shaped mirror a wooden portal
tilt-top tea layer by layer an old child will shelter my soul with color


Greek houses are whitewashed red rust--to best hide and deflect the evil
milk paint iron doorstops, idle art chockablock with American

Tuesday, September 09, 2014

.....

The rot of time is upon us
    like a casket that no door
                                   can open.


So we stagger around striking poses
               that cannot hold, transfixed
               by a reality that we
                  do not believe.


   The form of things is itself deranged,
         yet we struggle against it
                                        hopelessly,
              fearing the void that victory
                                         would bring.

Saturday, September 06, 2014

.....

A strained barrier skirts the town
   the circumference of a wound
                                      wavering.
    My neighbor wears a frazzled grin, under the
                                                                      compost
       things that don't need names are stirring.
Appointments fall past the limit of sound.
    Every creed and every belief is embarrassed.
        From the parking crowd,
             a woman breaks off and scythes into a paybooth
                                               for time transportation.
     The same blue heron
           across the pond from the plaza's fence
             taking off over and over.

Friday, September 05, 2014

.....

               Protecting the body from an understanding of the world
            skin-covered radiant heat turns prodigal electrons
          a mysterious paddlewheel someone thought of tying
       and in times of calm or ax a tithe of the poetry by which the smell of my hands
     flapped upward toward the treetops the rounded rock
                    pale, ethereal blue suddenly liberated
                       draws jaw downward, raises tongue; elevates pelvis
                          thorax fixed: right and left together its digitations resemble the notches of a saw
                              bends clockwise on itself
                                  after cooling the shores
                                         it becomes

Wednesday, September 03, 2014

.....

Subarachnoid shield upon shield
                                                   midfish


                                   man's buttons strung along their bodies
                                         self-pruning overharvested white death


                                 dendrites in an old tin can, or on eelgrass
                                     lines of photophores luminescent cells deep cleft of buttocks


                     the hairlike filoplumes which sometimes protrude from the purifying rays of the sun
                            a great wheel of birds for color in an electron
                                the mollusk in its talons with an ink knife
                                     a chemical mirror

.....

I watched him naked to the river from which he would not return
    thin-skinned at the deli counter demanding a salad
       bellowing through an asbestos television
         trying the left end of the keyboard
                 while hovering over the right,
   a painted haircut, waffle shoes,
 the brutality of summers and winters in the waist-banded belly,
                                                             teeth-mouth of whales, straining,
                                                          where he held a bargain of fizz
                                                              to his stream of, and left by the broken rock

Tuesday, September 02, 2014

.....

Humankind at the fount afraid to drink
   from the fire of cleanliness
    each humble nerve made banquet-sized
       hall hollow as a gun tube
         where the thousand eyes follow the nothingness
           that is the one's search for a way to murder
                through his numb vortex mute nylon generations tick
        dream-knife kaleidoscope, alien numbers
                  those homely enough to actually experience love

Monday, September 01, 2014

.....

When the ocean left me out in the sun
 the urgency of roots had departed my bedcore
      but the wet drilling went on:
         in long caves overhead, the slabs of altar
        broken by diving nanoseconds--trained filth
       shedding from sightless love, terra cognita

.....

Moon rumbling behind my words
           during a sexual insight
      worm that lit my guts
          throat-sung and steaming, lawned,
           and, fingering the sun's damage,
          decided on falling, for a long time,
       while the well-dressed and the wide
             markets went like a scaffolding
                  to a satellite
                 upward, metal glove
             that stands for a bird melted
         onto my handlebar, kingdom of fleas
                  fern-printed leaf,
                     and hollering languageless solutions
                    broke a meteor's skullcap,
                           a bicycle's bright standing.

.....

Every day my father dies
      and every day your headgear torched
                                 is open to my verses
    ten wounded pigeons on the end
                                      of a tongue
        plummet across
                    a faint Niagara of wishes
               behind our bleached apartments
                       a whole forest falls down
                   we're left staring in the scorched remnants,
                             beach chair to beach chair:
                       two by four our eyes
                             begin to dismember each other.