NEW METHODS OF DEATH RACKED THE INVENTION OF IMPRESARIOS FOR OVER FIFTEEN HUNDRED YEARS

Ink supple calfskin jacket

two chicks, a pair of carved walrus tusks

perpetual lawns in the sky the warrior-pope

the leatherback decades, architects, builders, and city plan

green-roof systems of god the oak was the tree of life

mushrooms that Tibetans pick in the summer the life-giving force of

her slender, beautiful form, precursor of the earthbound ideal

bodies like guilds and church orders conical head like an artillery

flat, fine clay of the seabed absorbed

blown off his perch by the hurricane the nude figures allow

recognized as a leatherback primal repose

shades into a silhouette with winglike front flippers

SELF STORAGE

Electrical limbs of distinctive womanly music
that liquid metal falls into my faithless corridors
riverbanks honking on ice to barricade a thin head
that remembers them,

the skull coming apart like a pomegranate shell
lime skinned ants on fire in the graves returning
fronds of earth rhythm that intercept the moon
and spark purple radiance
an ark of lilies and juniper

gods thumping the water in an obscene drill
while lunatic locker rooms erupt in speed and blood
and the pattern of these come apart atop a hieroglyph
letting loose arabesques that quack quack quack
the belly of a fiddle warped by water and vinegar

cutting loose and broken bowed on a high ridge
aloft in the scent of a trillion cooking chickens
swapped for a dim male and numbed
to nurse the aftermath until breathing
the curse of a painted canoe
and a long path to the sea
shitting and creaming in her lacquered spandex.

Winged and helmeted, but otherwise naked as a tobacco store
the hollow shards, the bombers limping granddaughter prototypes
to do a quadruple, catching a hurricane made of pure silver
in our flying act, hoping it's still called a circus
if you fall into the net over warm cake
he likes to ride his motor wherever we're parked
the bright red-orange color is refrigerated.

Fold me up into the void.
Mute my voice in the younger
movements of brothers and sisters.
Turn my grill to the moon.
Having betrayed one tribe
and been rejected by another.
Reshaped by a wave
of feminine form
from the man-torn sky.
Plucked like a berry
angry at the stem.
Taste in the mouth
of the earth's core.
No tart no tea no war
wheat worked of life's hours
flowering from the planet
chaff condom's off
buttery has-been cocks
quill'd with mercurial feathers.

LIFE ZONES WITH SPICED APPLES THAT TICK ALL THE RIGHT BOXES

Emerald island dies
on the crackling earth,
dies flouting its solitude
under a hood of vapor,
cracks descending the soil
that had made its foothold.

And the deer turd path
punched into the snow
with the mold of the imprinted earth
radiating out of it; so that
my eyes dampen at the grace
so recently passed, and the caution
of the thumbprint in the soles
of my feet, weight of consciousness
planet wide stacked on erotic statues
only as a hat's brim scrapes the horizon
highways buried in blood cargo
holograms of private misinformation
fences knocked like paint
hide with the hornets.

Emerald island goes on closing its doors.

STRIKE THE NEW WORLD COLONISTS

Port Royal fell through the ages
into the sea to be divine since the same area had been shaken
God on sin crushed to pieces at the optimist school
them mother mechanics to the seismic waves
until the sandbar quivering land reports its treasures
its tall medieval spires and sulfur long opened cracks in the earth
electrical gable ends fell from brick houses like the waves of the sea
and the famous gilded cricket of human wickedness
that opened at Scituate, on Massachusetts Bay.

From a quartz perch
stung in its fractures
by the dreamed body passing
I speak from my kneecaps
with darts of fire to a tall mouth.

Nobody is talking in the moss highlands
where icy moons carved
a railroad canyon's sides'
homesickness for dynamite.

Posts on electric hill
twitching toward collapsing markets
with a leer in torn plateau
like a ragged knife wound
burning needles and no gold tin.

Herded redwoods sending
cinematic shivers through
the wanderers of sex.

THE STOLEN VILLAGE CARPET

Piles of cow dung to keep people sick
stunted olive trees and stony cornfields
hard-hitting eye creams
romantic old world charm in a nonclassical approach to narrative, space, and time
raw diamond geology and geometry to shoot dozens
bush-clad ridges, fertile plains and rolling labyrinth
stained-glass claw-foot balconies
left no incandescent space
and made bloodless peace
giving him wood-block charge of bright, bizarre castles and palaces
symmetrical compositions forbidden by the government intrigues
a display of wealth accorded low social rank headquarters
dance origins of samurai swordsmanship's autumn shoe

Over hills ribbed as carcass,
over rivers that gleam,
I am stalking my infant
intuition, that only the sun
exists.

Touring emptied ponds
and water-lanes lined
with half-rotted leaves
and scum, the secretive eye
of a muskrat.

Dashing nude to the vines, the vapor,
the sight of snakes, the well
of the ground breaking open
like bread.

CHARTING THE SPLENDORS OF NEURON

The glacier's leading edge
freedom walkers and mountain bikers following the coves and ridge lines
hectares of vineyards and parkland leather aprons
panoramic mudbricks and macrocarpa
the iron x-ray that couples with the shirt collar
reflective door of the theater sharp gypsum crystals
          greasy mud popcorn rocks
                    huddled like gnomes
                         swirling dust and grit

THE PERFECTION OF PILGRIMAGE PORNO GODS

Pinkish flames flickered in the behavior of the mountains
rigging new and vastly harder rock
a crazy quilt  of sponge-textured volcanic collisions
huge, rigid plates in a saucy hat and kinky boots
the provocative androgynous mess
sheets of igneous rock called beautiful apprentices
the accumulations of ash, a hail of hot pumice
while her foot presses down on his hot, plastic face

RHYTHMIC OBSERVATORIES

    Green all over the world
       from rammed earth bricks and roofed with hand-split airborne particles
          in hollow trees or in the abandoned burrows of other mammals
 the earth's crust is alive with this particular point
   the sun and the moon to appear bluish shacks and makeshift volcanoes
     a basic knowledge of earth structures, a rudimentary laboratory
      a column of rock and fire blasted up in one titanic explosion
       with subarctic pastures and scrub conifers
                         black basalt
                                 lacerated
parallel fissures   as if the island had somehow been slashed
 tufted
   with       architecture and art   as the centuries went by

Dragged by the sun
to a chain link corner where
tension is eating the garden of
the face of a man,
the kickball past
a hammer of wood stack fallen
against the firewall, to blanket smiles
with gunk of talk, and eat the daily
news anally.  In the upside down room
a cranium of lead redden fire
boil the swamp top down
with a cool eye of orbit's pressure
warped cone coming down to swing set
lifting off with a thought-hooked
penis and a single desk.

Poor old peter weather gale
went the long milk fence faking it
dramas of love in the belly
of a scorched piano
howls of mercy that turned
into weapons in the morning,
lots of tar tarnished ice
leading down to the weeping of engines
on the grim peak of man,
the hands of hell
with their butter of uselessness
arms hanging limp
as the world they operated
subsides like a wound.

Barnacled sea mask
fallen through the breasts and turf
bruised chin speaking rage
throat pouring teeth
burst head slithering blood ideas
flaxen cemetery of buried wasps
graves of tents and icicle beards
rivulets of bronze cereal
to the corners of the king's den
piling and chuckling in potassium
bubbling at the mustache of health
zone-scanned mask
that has forestalled the slippery futures,
piloting painted arial
over the stones of white moss
clucking geese from the downward path
of a torn sky bugged eyes inwardly diving
green scum of the womb
lit by siren tubes.

Mirror glades with soft green
screws turning
turf smiling in shreds
where the web's gloves
found a canyon
glinting with spraypainted mice
spiders unused by time
and hag's teeth on a
human-made brush
salivating for frozen blood.

Ribbon path staked to the sky
drooping between stations
slipping blades on hinges
harmlessly to the darkened earth
trek dropped from the stars
and the sight of fur.

I will befriend you, absence,
and hollow out your parts
in the mighty wind.

(RECOGNITION ON THIS SCALE WAS IN THE FUTURE; AND WAS PART AND PARCEL)

The brilliant architect, whose dome painted

           the campanile of the cathedral; and

                  outshone his fellows, but in general

            encrusted with

                     rippling strands of

                      indescribably delicate "angel

                              hair" crystals, some 30 feet

                                  cave pearls

                                      whose pristine water is free of calcite

                                        the raw natural diamond

                                    who can congregate in the depths of a holding pattern

                                                 a thousand feet of goose

                                                     the backbone of the power system

Flying cages of aftermore
pursuing halos over factory ideas
burning ferns on picnic high
dwelling green in the water
of the depths where
I lost my engine heart
and regained the anvil.

Fogged moon that softens
the bankrupt sky.
Blades of long grass
holding her feet
to the brick of heaven.
Keening dulcimer
touching quiet tombs
in the chest cavity's
wan valentine.
Wooden tassels that crisp
when attached
to the proper headgear
taking circuits through
the breasts of bronze
and marble things.
Museum with a thick tongue
rolling its embers back and forth
like paper jewels.

Fox trotting through space,
atmosphere on purple ten,
wagging my raw materials
in curr-like fashion.

Spectacles of rose anus
on my hidden eyes.
Ledges falling into the street.
Pickled talk in the flashback concrete.

Striped entrances that skirt the pool.
Knotted walks terrifying blood
and hungry for the womb.

You are training spirals
to go past the body's movements.
And furnishing a sky with bronze escapes.
Grey tempers flare from a locomotive window.
Tear's droplet that is carried
and wound into the steel rails.
Booming pasture and the breast
of bird is the hills.
Shock of reeds from the mouth
of a clown.  Blood on the roots
of a stone temple the mountain
hid.  Hungry women who stride
the wall.  Tickets falling
out of their mouths.

DREAMS OF KNOWING WHEN THE PEOPLE OF THE CIVILIZED EARTH WOULD BE GLAD TO KNOW A WORLD GONE MAD

Time of the beams, and the reported odd behavior of some animals
the trail of an anise-scented bag with simultaneous vertical motions
fish-shape flames swept repeatedly across painters and poets, writers and dancers,
architects of city and suburb nourishment
in which air power would affect a museum or art gallery anywhere

Long walks when the world was
changing, a ringed flag on the hills.
Bit cemeteries pulsing pool light.
Flapping strides that fell through it
like the dailies.  Ignored beauty
that became a spear of eyes.
Pummeling stalk figures with the aid
of the air.  Moving through the dead streets
with the fire of blood.  Diminished time
flaring its ass and nostrils to the
female wind.  Names burned off by
salt and sand in the heat of day.

Staggered harbors, purple cattle
roaming the wounds of the earth,
ships dangling fate of naked bodies in nets.
Fertile tremors of life from the earth
new energies in space
the overcoming thing
in the quells of the heart.

GOLDEN-MANTLED ROYAL BEAVER PARK OF CARNIVORES

The points are the beast squirting chlorine
this chameleon like motes behind a faded window
mountain-framed beans and bullets a slain buffalo's stomach juices
trail junkie who made a gust of wind ripple Your web

THE JOY OF HISTORY

A gentleman powdered his hair, braided it, and often doubled
running naked through the streets, bristling with rockets and machine guns

THE SCOURGING OF THE GRAND DESIGN

Blended into a single holocaust
its subsurface layer of chalk land slumps and ground fissures
seismological data are fed into the tree-encircled old house
kingdom from having kindled a fire with seething liquid
air trembles and rumbles the mountain knee-deep with ash
three small pools of water, one hot and tasteless
lake edifice like an elevator
the levee breach lava lake's plunge of epimagma
the walls of the water and drink sell her body
for their seasonal retreats

Long plains open to gloved hands
eyes in the river boil
for height and cloud
skinny dippers running on the shore path
soil draped and pounded solid on jagged rock
hasty body climbing the veins of a mountain
hasty car from heels & forepaws
botching up on a stone fence dripping sparks
ferns trembling in circles of heat
near the yellowjacket's nest
teepee is a soured bungalow
forts are twined to saplings
in a squirrel crowd
leaves are fluttering to reach
and latex cross and fold the earth