Pouches of daylight
on the slithering fence top
cones of shovel blades
spilling dirt blood's crushed seeds
through a net of fallen flagpoles
straps of fake fur
in the creases of an ancient brow
rock shoulders pinpricked with beads of oil
crane hands mashing wood colored putty
eyelashes chomping abdominal wound
to catch a rain of boulders.

A canopy of porticos
for the open-mouthed house
embedded in the thick hillside
light bulbs muffled in pine
where the waterfall's footrest breaks
and shoots cracks through the guardrail
of a palpitated road
a doorframe in the railway
pepper edging these pillars of salt.

Chrome knobs twitching on a fortress wall
of wigs that rode a mannequin's stare
limbs melting in a stadium teacup
these ascending reefs.

Embroidery of steel shielded glass
letting light touch a sheaf of paper
trapdoors open animal lids
in the cemetery ceiling
arms trailing shoes under moss
the sparks from a dyed bronze letter.

A statue sewn to a parachute
and the tug of war in the hollow wind.
Ripped cushions that pin whirling quills
to a shaft in the crust of earth.

Chipped lips coating a flying tether
at the end of a fog-lit dream
and the cream in blackness.

Cotton skin on wooden bones
runs across the ice bridge
skanking and flaming
among the running and dripping flags
over eyes of stone
a curb of impacted soil.

Marking bird houses
with charcoal fingernails
kneepads over each breast
the stem of a brush
jabbing at the bulb's womb
fist in a long vase
fireworks from the linkage of the wrist
pouring through the milky way.

Labyrinths of shot-out tar
slate's mica of fake windows
glinting from wall to wall.

Watching the island's moat fill up
around the town square
chiseled granite prodding a clay bulb
tires on string circling a sand box
cream skies wagging a faint gate
to the backwards body
hopping from hill to hill
pine sticks tickling a court side slab
the thorns of a flying vine
that maps the heavens
and chains to hold a rubber seat
as it swings the guts and laughing guise
of a younger world.

Still the scorned sidekick of death
hunkering packs down concrete paths
crooked heels on cracked branches
the tidal rock in a pile of solar rays
ice dribbling fractured ax handles
synthetics flying with a delicate heap
of cooperating metals
fires ticking that have informed cave walls
the shed skin on a chain of rocks
sinking dust to a zone of magma.

Paper sticks holding up a leafy body
fan blades pulsing from a far wall
red foam of bricks in tinsel
coat hanger hooks gesturing
like curled fingers
to a lonely room.

The quills of a creator's fingers
suffering in darkness
escaping heat of long-limbed machines
tapping empty pipes into soil
crushing clay formations
into the vein-led earth,
the prowl of the ocean.

Shades on the light that will not fade
through the cool millions.
Thrower of womb-fond lightning
dressed as his own dancing daughter
in the cemetery of square things
with his equator of oval mouths
singing to tar and feathers.

Strings ripping soil bridges
an orange light from the brown ground
coffee spouts in palpitating rubber concrete
a bronze star fishing through
a shattered walk.

Stairways zig-zagging
on the jolts of a crater's elbow
pine sap from the ruffled ribs
a penetrating chair
that spins in fragrant oil.

A glass sheen on brick walled boxes
and breaking fluorescent cylinders
capped eyes shooting quill teeth
through the roar
of an ancient tunnel.

Rattling wire trails
that enwrap a lunar meteor
a lake of dust from empty bellies
of the folded dead.

A path on the globe's incisor
carving heavens to grass
a perch of stone
on the hurtling mountain
leaving streamers of skin
and bone and blood
a gap between the places
where souls enter
and where they take flight
to dark matter
the super sphere nibbled
by flying particles
dwarfing the hot earth
with indifferent magnitude
cluster on transparent cluster
in ascending chains
to the heart's core
of coalescing gravities
in shifting orbits
a shaft of broken tree length
pointing to the collapsed diamond
in the ribs of a fallen boar
and the substance for eating
and the outer shells colliding
with nothingness into form
with space full
and jungles of plenitude
foaming into plastic
the ancient soul in heels
and headdress
of lactating rubber.

Light drags its feet
over the rippled rooftops
sheets of melted sand
painted iron poles
and rug fibers of
grease-stained stairs
an owl's mask on the face
of a naked man.

Lopped-off tops of pine trees
tangled in lightning-stuck wire
skeletons berserk for hot bulbs
yanking veils across a crescent moon.
A gash in the earth
that oozes paper grids
through a clearing of grey animal jelly.
Ax head landing on the target skull
prepared with wax
the forks of a thriving tree
driven up from a rotting belly
and its web of seeds.

Eggshell lanterns
the rust of long steel bones
a hilltop's bleeding paint can pyramid
cracking toothy lids.

Dealt into the woods
tired eyes on wings
crawling ripples of bark
crashing trunks
and twanging branches
the fluttering of names
rubber rings of banging doors
the curve of an observatory window
ten fingers on the latch
blood under glass hands
the replication
in the loop of the needle
a stone-wheeled bicycle
rolling home alone.

The parade in the door frame
snarling mouths and vacuum hoses
stuck doors on cloth
waiting for the oil,
cherries unmoored from life
glimmering to the hilt
a shore drawn and shaded
with lines of visitation
that flicker from
a swamp of ink.

Let the fingered head
lie in its heap of blossoms
discovering five legged tigers,
a plow horse leaning on
the glacier's wall of salt
left for remembrance.

Let the shelter of doves
touch its veins for sweet submersion
in this ceremony to take
out the trash.

Blunted girders stretching hot glass
over a canopy of earth-fangs and clenched hands
benches built on iron heels
godlike form curled up on slats
broken by warped measurement.

Eyes drinking the expanse of assaulted space
foam tongues gathering
like starfish in an open hand.
Piano hammers tapping a stern jaw
to rubbery hysteria.
A cobra's mouth dripping oil and milk
into a cup of blood.

Feathers in mercury that core
a spinning apple
the reading of prismatic corners
by a skidding beam of light.

A platform of ice
deformed by sunlight.
Spindly crucifix body
spine glued to an icicle.
A screaming long-toothed mouth
buffeting concrete.

Steamroller's glass cylinder
portraying cut hands.
Thin white walls flaking
on the continent.
A tunnel that meets
the underside of a drum.
Winking fiber optic lava
in the halls of earth.

Sanctuaries of cornstalk walls
naked in grey pits of water
rain cracking the high leaves
in the quaking outskirts.

Severed tendons
that gush like reproduction
against a bulletproof sky.

Spires of domes
from breaking seeds
with tongues of reflecting knives,
channels carved in bulbous hinges,
a circle of high-backed chairs
clawed feet sinking
in soot-streaked clay.

Ball-shaped bricks
in the action of cellular mud,
threads of gum
following thick-veined eyes,
a cushion of compacted grass
biffed open by a rain
of skulls.

A solitary toilet by the river's
hammering roar, a frozen tent
of printed paper resting
on electric twigs.

Boughs of ant limbs
gelled together with spiked fingernails
hives of knotted silk
dragging a glass panel
to a purple wash cord
wooden cushions for painted people
knobs and pinholes on a high wall
log cabins rolling in water
the laughing symmetry of sky bones
crashing the barrier's heart
stalks bending boxes aloft
concrete blocks trailing blossoms
pushing thorns and needles
to the steaming hay
fevers in antenna
old stereo holes dilating on mud
the legs of loving chairs
for the bent god
pressing copper and lint control buttons
gathered sighs and whimpers
through a pink hoop of screams
the recorded hereafter.

A web of clouds
with clinging bones
a sidewalk cut away from Earth
on a pyramid of soil.

Trails of brown fur
speckled with miniature red leaves
shot-out eyes in the evening.
Trunks unfolding bark
that clenches walnut teeth
berries popping on a collarbone
the scissor's mindscape
of armpit portals.

Windows cracked by a flying
horizontal door
a sail torn off in
creaking hinges.
Pools of aging money
sinking to a concrete court
a jump rope's bags of blood
to blur the ever turning mouth
tongue's hearth and couch
cut lips rolling mint in lavender.

A path of thrown-out roses
rotting into scum green footprints
slim nakedness slapping painted metal.

Perms of frosted glass
winking in a window of tar.
Fire hydrants chugging
under the cemetery arch
on gloved hands.

Squares lighting up
through the fissures
of a punctured heel.
Tiger's flank calling
to bamboo string pick
beneath the spray of nails.
Bedpost's core among
the snaking branches
each cat of nine tails
trailing bulbs and curtains.

A visor at a cave's lip
meeting the brow's one horn
this galloping prism
swinging melodious irons
dripping a stack of cards.

They burn me down to a cold eye
lingering in the ground.
Trees come up on pulleys and wires
bushes painting roots
infertile mountains of thought.

Pregnancies of thorn earth
crumbling heaps of sound.
Peak lips on the points
of tapering leaves.

The bars of the cage
turned to bananas.
Sodden cries from the corner basement
pushing nets of lamb's heart
scales of a curving cliff
swinging chains of caked feathers.

Chopped rocks on the roof

beads of lopsided rain

oozing from cracked threads

beneath the diamond pattern.

A steamed eye

burning through its casing,

mane of clumped trousers

powdering the glass wind.

Limbs of trapped water still beating

in the curves of eruption.

Seeds following the hollow frame

of a metallic button

nailing the fringes of flying walls

to ancient brick.

Sand storms under the thudding cavern

of a plastic dome.

Light tugging ropes of rubber

over the tangled veins onscreen.

Palm-prints in butter

a mop's head on the moon reflection

marble yard's wedge

of linoleum cheese.

A trail of peaks for flying feet
trunk rippled by the stripped air
ice trail to ice trail
skidding cliff side edges
spikes in the earth and a smoking hand
wood frames on the zone's glass eye
carved by metallic fingernails
dropping whacked-off pulleys
to a bed of stones.

Slashed rubber gasping
in the tight flanks of trees
strings dangling from bent teeth
clay bodies' landscape of amps
pouring concrete canals
walls of water with
swimming snakes of paint
rushing newspaper shores
crushing ecstatic stalks
diagonal branches
slithering grey air
cracking blue eggs
against punctured nests
a mouth at the tip of a tongue
with a tongue of its own
dabbing from the eyes
spray painted in napalm
rolling red carpets
to the shattered moon
sleds of carved-out salt
riding velvet lightning
through the rings of gas giants
to an ocean heart
cloth tapestry of jaw bone hinges unfurled
star's path in a web of steam
piercing compost heaps.

Slamming ten ton dice
into the brain pan
parted lips of the cooing skull,
highways flowing on the headboard
where the bed burns
like a wrapped chunk of leaves,
spitting sleeves and rotten underthings.

A falling line stitched into the hills,
sending pedestrians with burnt beaks
soaked to the spine in petroleum.

Spring follicles that pitchfork
sound and space
with a fever of running water.

Rugs lapping brick walls
from the power of laundry cords
stretched between towers
that make the land ache
a vast forehead spewing cabinets
whose doors pour out the painted china
designed with a sacred smirk.

Paved paper from the lava pump
running engines over letters.

I am one of those whom God hates.
I sank balls.  Ate fire.
Placed guitars in a bad place.
And shoved splinters of ice
into the nostrils of the sultry.
I put a two hundred pound
laundry lady in my head.

The hills rolled like lakes of gas.
Broken treetops cracked the fenders
of the automated body.
Paint settled into albino hyena eyes.
And I was born in an anal conception
flinging roses to the flagellant core.

Stabbed into the fat cushions
with a scepter of ink.
Fucked by a destiny that speaks
my angles into namelessness,
I weep the horrible name.

Scribbling on the wall
that cuts you in,
making you their prisoner.
Defying their defiance to
stick to your ribs.
Hoping the wildflowers
will come up through
the eye holes of a fresh skull.
Giving them the scum bath
they've come to expect.
Always the clever little motherfucker
who got there before you
and now lives in your teeth.
Always the evil love
that thrills before it sickens.
And the breath of reality
burning through the sockets of your bones
and the shuttles of your organs
not caring for you one bit
and being very clear about that
for you: the one who
never listens, so beautifully.

Curve of the cave wall's arm
flaking bodies
that each take blood from rock
the hard hat soup
of rock and rolled brains
a chisel in a beam of light
driving wax from bone
as the coat racks rustle
hard benches in the dancing heels
lamp shades on the scum wreck
spiderweb of decks with lint beds
shale marker on the wall
punched with cotton rope
a pendulum of names
is the strap of the mask
landing on a laundry pile
thick with the spit of whiskey
and the chains dazzling
on the levels of the spirit
they have draped
the knife in the foot this far
to birth-grip the handle.

Frayed clouds
sky of fragments
veering into the root's brook
fierce angles of water
that pierce the brain,
chair's legs bothering the back shoulders
of a long broad woman,
the shore turning, a lighthouse
tossing her hair.

Grids of paper and ink
that fade on her searching face.
A harmony of moss and frail corners
caving in under the petroleum illumination
hands on tables bottles and blades
the screens rustling the glass
sawing its way down
through the wood foundation
the feet of stools
and high foreheads of piano.

Pine top trees I grapple with
surrounded by a bank of oaks
in high wind
the eyes that the cold would allow
smitten through a rainbow of gloves.

Shelves of tormented wire
pushing glass tobacco
the chins of brass dragons
and garbage tits.

Searing cords and frames of paint
the broken bridges that talk to my slanting body
scarred nose of a gnome in dust
growing lanky with
the bloody hinges of genius.

Lakes on fire through the frozen goldenrod.
Sparked eminences leering through the birches.
A doughnut of punctured land
crying needles to the dark hearted sun.
Lips of burnt soil pushing fresh lilacs.
An eye in the earth that does not record but devour.
Curves in oil that bring forth the child.
Poolside razors clenched in teeth of sentient palms.
Rings of mercury descending the tongue of knives
in a transparent girl.

Knuckles tapping on lightyear-long girders
highways crumbling into tooth-strewn ditches
the lamb on an island of tar nuzzling absorbent foil.
Mouths in an otherwise vacant mirror
cleaning steam with gags.
Grey-haired teens feeding the elderly with fire.

Dining room skidding and rolling across an ancient floor
in a marble of fossilized scat.
Tea fingers tapping the hemlock into a swimming spoon.
Thatch work of indecencies that disembowels the moon
and heats the bright commerce.
An ax head held in the jaw
the cock of a crucified man
emerging into rapture.

I was born to sow pain into this earth.
To touch the long tables for feasting
and make them shine with poison.
Moving floors on chains
and the spit clay basin.
Forks and shovels dangling
from a sheet of vines
in the hellish air
around my head.
Circuits of white fire
scraping down the evil backdrop.

I know I am wanted:
so many yield to this kind of hurt.
Fit for yuks, a blond yanker
open and empty headed as a goblet
plunging over the hillside's cliff of wet lips
cursing the stragglers' inward faces
for staying alive, their meekness toxic.

Mouth a smashed berry
eyes hacked eggs
thick steps lost
to the gash of the taint below.
Yarn on pipes
trickling the rust of a gravestone.

Flowing branches latch onto the sun's cage
a door in the tree house's forehead
pops with a squirrel's bush tail
and berries on the smashed edges.

Clouds tugged over the mountains
by a mill of nails.
Rails in a sinew of arms
the trail keeps reaching and clawing
bright specks in the little dirt.

Brown light on my red skin
overlooking town from a forest bank
oozing letters and fractured numbers
coming to my knees on a split stump
ribs blessing blood
head straight on a crooked tooth
cave's heart that dangles an iceberg
the skull of a lonely man
flowering beads, stem's water
the length of fiber optic eyes
a fireplace of guts
giving the wolf aroma.

Daylight rafts and moon-sunk canoes
paths that skirt the fenced-in houses
ice around our places to be walked on high
where the sand hills are gone
heaps of crooked rock
machine shoveled stacks of water landing
a rioting fan of eyes
the plume strutting in a field of daggers
raging, open follicles that dilate and blemish
shorelines mapped in plastic lines
molecules of the pale man's world
coming flag to mailbox
with a skillet of sinister ham
toning the arm of reproduction
in a hive of mirrors
dripping oil of lips
face coming out of the roof
like a surface buoy.

The dome of a frozen pond
breaking the roots of the woods
cold lips resting against the sky
tar diving under firecrackers
wood heels on a treadmill of glass
island's rift of steam
dripping wreaths of branches
over the luminous nudity
hoods of wheat-colored plastic
lids of cooked tapioca
rolling back on icy pulleys
a cornfield flattened
by a fleet of rubber rafts.

My friend of moss and twigs
wades in the river with belly-deep eyes
his famous sweater is wet
frames around his glassy fingers
shining eyes to the tilted sun
and the obtuse moon
elbows calloused to crack
the curving windows
making his tobacco signature
from a dog's cushion
globes of piss in strings of rat fur
a mattress angled like a rocket ship
on the beads of a shingled roof
breaking the leaf and the sacred bubbles
spraying the doorways
with exterminating glint
nine ceilings underfoot
in one well-fed bedroom
grinning beard beneath a ballcap
ready to read and speak to the neon tables
wooden visitors from the sidewalk
and a shark's jaw shape of lips
in place of teeth
divulging rinds of smoke
the bones of dry rivers
catapulting water.

Cream curve of a melted street
bubbling up the gradual hill
trees popping like roman candles
until the open web is an inlet against the sky
pouring the praise of hands
out to bloodlessness
the grainy sill of a ship's window
the shards of little bodies
stabbing at feet on a treadmill
forks of A-frame houses upside down
shingles bleeding sand.

The cursive of a long knife
on the back of an empty shelf.

Transparent beast of burden
gripping the chain link wall
stacks of ink at your rib sides
plates turning and gleaming
the card table and electric set
wheels inside the punched holes of the speakers
porch sidecars and fingers of cut squash
familiar ladies and strange flashes of mercury
the bar with its light bashed wood
its gambles that come apart in the air
and its sinking vertebrae
brushing hair and lips aside the volcanic heart
fine animal or decaying substance
hatching another mind scheme
in the available mirror
watching the notation on scrambled rock
scatter straws to the expected dawn.

Rain on a maze of tubes
each square morsel reflecting
a carbon window, an ant's
pelvic bargain,
the thorax divided
in playing segments,
bones on the roof
in web forms tickling girders,
pipes on long beams
trickling their heresies into motion
the interlocking daylight,
water's ribbon on sheets of bronze
the embroidered carcass
an anchor chiseling depths
the tar's surface brimming with omega
salt vein cooking
the magnitude of the heat within
churning vegetable reptile
disguising guts
bringing a rat's tail to the table
with their antique storm
a vine spent in the lost hen's hay.

Mucus rolls in my head
like a silver lake
overflowing to the sea
brains fall into the bright
petroleum of a trash can.

Lamps riding the ridge of the brow
beaten by a current that pours out
in a glory of hair.

Sprawl of cracked hinges
and barking fish
stars clawing at the helmet's curve
the tongue of a continent
trailing off into water
submerged by the print
of a captured hand.

Saw blade of teeth
the birthday candles
of a reaching skull.

The melting of a prisoner
whose blood runs into all the cracks
a sky map pulling keys and twine
from a grundle of palm trees
drifting raft
of the paper's scream.

Rivers in my hands
still flowing I am somewhat grateful
to the oblivion of things,
clouds atop goldenrod
puking puffs of white light
prow's knife in the soil of summer
an erected madman
slapping his face with sandals
on the steaming shore.

Nuts and bolts holding
red painted bodies
long hallways through
pulse of trees drinking
all the names of the sun
a yellow leaf on each eye
a seedpod's violet taper
touching buttons on the raw
embankment.

Nullscape to scrolls of creed
rolling down the hood of a parked car
armor's pentagram of pink clouds
straddling the crooked letter.

Paint lines on the spines
of a heaving earth,
an arrowhead shape of cracked tar
around a sky-fought fallen body.

Bright foliage of branches
wagging over the torn void.

Disorder of roads disguised by a grid
blood oozing from rocks and soil
granules tapped by tiny saws
filling up wood with computers
each cell in a cool blue light
wires creeping lungs
shadows tortured by the reaching hand
tanks near pissed on leaves
clicking rust teeth
to the sprayed-on sky
limb spidering out from the stabbed heart
roots foaming in the deep woods
mud shingles on fading eyes
all the puddles gathered together
at the frozen cornerstone
speaking of dust and retold actions
the movements of dead men
on a strand of hair.

Above in the salted courtyard
or down by the anchor
where anger pleases me,
docks go out to the clouds
in a soft flowing memory,
some walkway of what
I can never understand,
and I am gone
walking
without the feet
I never got to know.

Seats in an orange leather octagon
around me, one wide window
stars hitting like moths
a different sky.

Fired through the dark material
shoulders brushed by a fiery antler,
face beaming on the surface of the sun
a link that comes to greet my tail
a field of stones purring and chalking.

Birds on a steaming board
skiers and airplanes
riding the current
of a single grain;
rumpled towers
spouting painted oil
in puddles of grass boats
each oar and porthole
a severed tongue
specks of sand
on gelatin moving,
starfish springing
from the pores
of a merman's shaven face.

Limitless broadcasts
of rice on copper
the cry of a dumpster song
from these chimneys of clay.

Cracked plaster faces
sliding into the silent pine canyon
lugging the smooth bodies
of half-digested rocks
nets of gold cloth and alien signals
chipping at the sound of water
strapped shoulders, minds emptied of all heat
striding into lava
high boots and whalebone masks
plastic adding buttock to buttocks
lined eyes screaming animal possession
the hilarity of tin leaves
knifing the background
curling up on roots
flicking an ancient tongue
slapping against a pale sky
beams and radiator heat
the lightning bolt
in a cuboid helmet
talking backward to himself.

A slab of landscape
reflecting on her chest,
the olive skinned girl
moving among silver cups
tilts my nostrils
with the fingers of her eyes
pulls the blanket from my mind
and lowers me into a bucket
separate from the sea
steaming.

Souls flung forth in little graphic packages
stacked against walls with bright spines
talking pipes and bronze titles
raining down from an empty place
above a beautiful skull.

Rivulets of melted paint
in the palm of a dancer's hand.
Stab wounds leading to the river.
Bricks in a cab of photosynthetic light
rolling down a San Francisco hill.
Park benches for bones and eyes.
Birds tracing our wheat gestures.

Many songs on the same wire
a spear and an egg
in an empty room.

Transparent sheets
on the flame of nudity
a war of resemblances
stirring the deep milk
of real existence,
water distilled into stone
bodies speaking for decades
toast and faces in counter tops
slippery dawn on shadowed glass,
a gnat-cloud of arrowheads
laughing at the mirror.

May the dandy find his cemetery nice and neat.
May the flies not fall.
May her forehead continue to shine
like a bell in the kitchen.
May the strength of the oppressed
alarm the wicked.

Stacked winters on sand and grass
ice in glass sheaths calling to a crooked wire
ceilings and walls in the palm of one hand
murky blades catching long strands
and ceasing to move.

Take your time with me, tigress.
Spin the other men around you
in their rags of discontent.
Let us leave these fools behind
and go out together
to the greed of the sunlit tar
and the replaced lives.

Take me into your web of honey
like a rod on the embankments.
Slip into my furry longing
like an eel in mink.

Tar lit up by vagrant bulbs
torn pavement nipping at the feet of dogs
ripples in the lunar scalp
keys touching the water's pit
the running ground on a furry treadmill
zoom in frame of face exploding the lovely wall
curving bridge supports of fertile concrete
every button in the body's ship interior
tapped and blinking road.

There is a spark of being
that somehow leaps the frame.
That vegetable moment,
hovering on the bridge.

Where the sun eats up nothing,
paths quiet and curbed by wet.
Woods flickering with
the life that's in them,
ferns tracking the sides
of a rock fence.

Thuds in the envelope of sky
bringing fire closer
to the welts of purple darkness.

Time on a belt
chopped up by square hands.

There's a camera in your mouth
canal's cold leaves
branches on tin that cross stain-lit teeth
laundry pots of puppies' eyes
stirred in satin rings
stuck to the embankment's sides.

Grasses mounting metal hills
flowing over sewer throats
years of manufactured intelligence
painted stairways and coffee mug skulls.

Doorways blazing from a cleft
in the explained air.
Insignificant numbers like hot cheese
melting close to the earth.
Shuttered voices reading
the wishes of silence
a machine's vacant sneeze.

A trench in the mouth,
a big singing knife,
ten pillows for the body
twenty pillows for the mind,
a route through consciousness
that leaves trails of tape
sticking script in small burrows
tainted walls of pressed dirt
shades on the painted window
sea in the horseshoe curve
u shape of rock
the tongue of the eyes staring
with a steady flame,
stones descending veins of hands and feet
more flattened earth on the doorstep
streams of grass
on ditch sides in the afternoon
cracked seeds tucked into a granite lip
that tugs the mountain's base over a pool
one bubbling tooth
a sneer filled with plastic bullets
and a pelt of steel.

The dock's landscape of uneven boards
glinting with rain and clapping sea surface
long worms on the jutting end piece
piercing steam
generating tunnels in the soft curves of the body
flickering morphic waves
on the android's slender beach
the last human form
naked holding a fish pole
letting the sun soak his hide
with an imagined hatred
and loving it.

The cancer flames up in my head
I am a singing bush in the rain
on a wide and mossy trunk
speaking and singing alone to the big void
lines of teeth on stone lips multiplying outward
sending up fiber optic lines
the office ceiling of deep caves
torn menus glue rolled to curving walls
bluebells springing from the close corners
short shelves stacking space
into the agony of my ribs
gills in the searching arm that claws
after me all my life
lowering closed
legs finger an opening.

A friend of beaten wood
barefooted on frozen sand
watching huts and brick barriers
light up the universal pillowcase;
parallelogram of melting film
skidding on the horizon
scum gloves and handles soaped
in the chain of their electric smoke
eyebrows tied together with paper tassels
bulbs glowing from a milk bucket
broken bones tied together
with microscopic speech
soft arc of yielding avatars
giving way to sparks.

I encamp in the tear ducts of the beast
snorting fumes from an acre-wide mouth
that chomps the radiant tree tops
spitting twigs on the vast
hand print of the earth's shape
the vital pulp and stringy nectar.

Plateaus of steamrolled salt lick floors
glistening wooden slabs on ice crates
eyes in a linkage of girders.

Airplanes circling in fog
earth's roboticized surface.

Red walls slide
upwards out of the earth
splitting fanatic dancers
tides on the raw grass
reflecting falling parts
to the cold eyes in the trees
and the claws on high stone
a waterfall of hawks
breaking on the multitude
the fire of their tearing beaks
streaking stained air with fresh poison
flowing follicles of soil's heat
eating empty bones.

Complexity stamped into floors,
a dream of well made things,
a dream of female offices
laid out under bug-torched lights,
canvas walls tacking to the heat,
rugs washed in cold bleach
and the beards of sliding corpses,
fishhooks in the eyelids
of gazing fish men
sterile miles paid under
in plastic wrap
lamps and gashed pipes
at the scene of the body's
last disappearance
soul rising in tabletop reflections
trout's face peppered with salt fig
anonymously deep.

Vagrant sounds flow
over the whole earth.
Paths yield worms
and encircle the towers.
Seats on a stack of straw paddles
fountain's faces of leather.
Old friends in their afterlives
pawing through stacks of records.
Names and personalities
piling up on the ceiling
train's nose in the cabin window
puffing steam's rag of speech
shelves of iron and silver
hilltops and lower mountain ledges
all a rented field of dancing girls
branches dripping with stuck fog
deep in the lane of a twitching video
smirking through cracked ice
backfiring over the steamrolled land
hands on the antenna's many wheels.

Specks of space
and half lit back rooms
popping rings from velvet turf
and fog peeled sky
past the linked chains
the engine sitting still
under a skeleton
I switch the growth light on
under a veiled lip of cliff
the city is a glass model
with a passing flame
dancing hyenas on beloved brick
making the sea waves sit down
and the bobbing furniture
listen.

FURTHER

From the tin foil and blue
cut up cape in the trash can
to a man walking miles of empty parking lots
in his dreams while his body flies on a couch,
forest walls glowing
on a lake the sky pounded,
spurring eyes and bird patterns
I spar with the goddess
strapped to the stairway
where the houseplants hang their heads
and moss inhabits strange
canvas-painted corners.

Broken entries leaking radioactive alphabets into the roots.
Jars of human form turned into leafy puzzles.
New palaces of brick with vacant insides.
Painted alleyways that eat sliding doors.
Strips of paved land
fracturing and fading into rock.
Hairs of a beastly earth
cutting space like a tomahawk.
The handles of transport vehicles
clicking like rodent bones
in a bag of rice.
Headless crucifixes with wire and honking cylinders
eating up the spirits of the air.
A solitary wheel that crunches its own eyes.

Up in the attic with my dead brothers and fallen saints
fingertips and media freezing
idols of carved lime bleeding neon threads
paths of clay slipping through rivers of petroleum
android ropes coating metal with ancient dust
as they move through libraries of shining coal
pulling planet lava

cracked smiles on granite discs
limbs glued to settled milk
on the desktops of erupted shadows
trains on shelves in a smashed museum
columns of stained salt
shedding webs of adhesive

electrical outlets in wrists,
the cervix, a brittle stalk of neck
stabbing at miles of ceiling with headless energy
a vacant spine tagged with breaking numbers
rows of bright lights buried in tar and slime.

Shelves of high parchments
dripping on the continent's peak
giving sparks to rock moss
water's rivulets to lava
and reflections in deep dirt;
wings and torn substance of bird
or electronics
glistening from armored
and unmoving clouds
the curved airplane doors
popping from half a skull
profile of a shaken city
shrinking the veins of the eye
in film's opacity
the corners of battered letters
leaking into blood.

Roads on a rope of land
link miles of wax
straw hinges
in an auditorium of barking dogs
clay mouths moaning discontinued names
from a blank wall

carts rolling molten heat
til they stick in place
long glass halls with their files of bugs and birds
cut out structures pouring garden pools
through swallowing swamps
edge walkers eating painted fingernails and lax hair
cracking wrists and necks in the forked branches.

Long rubber roads I fly over
in my peacock body
high and unseen
through the ripping doors
of simulation.

Cones on a leaning barricade
veins dangling from its thorny edges
gliding sky to sky
vessel to vessel
without heat or cold.

Rooms abandoned to torsos and dancing hips
electricity coiling into bundles
glowing magnets of skull and feet
that dissipate before dawn.

Tubs in a field of flattened vines
cracked paint sending vertebrae to the stars.

Streamlining my pharaoh's coffin
lid leaning against the pillars
near the treasure's exit
webs between fingers and legs
laughed off like the sun
descending through heaps
and tangles of branches
to land on silver and gold

tomb's a link in a slithering chain
tightening the globe's waist
til the earth's tits pop out
a geography of milk and submerged lava
maps in the veins of the eyes
lighting little cabin fires
the hearth of the hills
and the roof of the tomb
headdress and inseparable hands
climbing planet to planet
through the staring peak
a grave's necklace and
screen, the granite weeping.

My exploded friend
a flock of glitter over the hillside
salt basins on corroded car wheels
nudging acres of sap and wax woods
eyes and mouth lost through a shiny helmet;
water bugs jumping on his glasses
swimming in the lines of a suit he never wore
white as the white peel under an orange peel
sucking pink fingers of death and pondside cattails
stitching leather seats into the string forest
painting the curb with his brow
and heap of fresh letters.

Faint colossus leaking moons
the fiber optic life
of a plucked feather
spreading oily hairs
in hot dirt.

Staring orbs of water
puppeteered by a turning circle.
Valley of tin limbs
stirring like pepper and salt.
The noodling roads
and bashed-in girders
that coil up against
a bloody bumper.

Squares of clover
a pulse from the gutter's edge
of nipping foxes
and the gleam of a three-way rock.

An eye in the throat
torn to see its way out.
Cliffs dangling salt on strings.
The patio and propped piano's lid
in the palm of an open hand.
Fist of joy that grazes
the rooftops like a meteorite.

Black cape erupting into sunlight.
From the forests of straw
thorn's yield of broken pods
the vision of a body unclothed
surviving fire.

Theaters chewed
into trunks of trees,
the pale tan interior.
Seat after seat screwed open
like a smashed thumbnail,
the laser scalpel of unborn names
painting charcoal on a glass hinge.

Orange colliding with red cream,
rolling pins in leaves and white spackle,
pillows of soil on a silver scale,
the lightning crackle of trees on sky,
water thuds in the bucket
of the mouth resounding,
slate of written corpses
and torn-up words,
feather weighted banquets
of shadowed grapes
in the predawn grasping
a shredded blanket,
tin teeth on a glass lot,
farting into a concrete panel
the hoop of rusted rail
smashing player piano.

Milk dud eyes and mouth
smoking dust of attic photos
through a waxen prism
melting webs with a mind of tongues
staring cunt of the dialed wave
the bruised eyebone healing hands
that have struck her chord
whole shelves of her revenge
landing on the tassels of man.

High rooms stacked tall in the skin
tall rooms in sophisticated shackles
elevated bodies in grey lit rooms
screaming tubes of motion
from both sides of time
curdling concrete floors
and ripping radio signals
tapping a bulbous cup
the prickle of parasitic feet
drawing blood from filth.

Blankets of braided cheese
puffing rancid steam.
Sapiens made of oil
and stolen substance
washing fresh brains in bleach.
Medusas of icy butter
frothing android vaginas.
Nets of radiant thorns
that catch the yielding womb.

Woodblocks and cracked stalactites
in a scraped-out skull.
Groins wired to the slavemaster's estate
by the worship of ersatz gold.
Insect palette dripping screwdrivers
and fish-hooked pricks
a laundry chute spattered with quiet babies.
Speckled hammers in super rational hands
popping the dreamer's face
free of vision forever.

Huge rooms linked by a snakeskin
paths on the high rock walls
boot prints on red rugs
the cut neck of a china cat
pearls for seedy eyes
faucet drains in the pond side moats
walking lids of turf
chains in the key pocket hand
a vine-filled dumpster calling
air conditioners spilling sand
on the territorial wand
floor crushing into floor
with a wheel of petals
lengths of rod piled on a cinder
gears purring in a jelly of acid
yard's a stem through a rag
outdoor lamp with peel on a long plug
a clump of elbows and hammers
a stump with claws and coupon virtues
vandal's eyes pinning the angel
to a forest of wires.

Marshland lettuce round the howling sky's mouth
clutter of broken fences lifted up to make a ship
skipping stones from vacant hands
bottles at the cliff's edge of ice
puffing antique wooden snakes
legs of a lusting table
jumping waves and rubber rafts
landing in shitfaced yards
hard parks and gardens
mapping the cracked tailbone
eyes in a pudding of clouds
dripping veins from a breaking core
the birth of lungs in a glass tank
drinking rain from funnels.

Platforms on fog
actors and dancers
singing fucks under the chainsaw
lids on writhing laundry
shades on a dripping lamp
ink toiling through the veins of a bedraggled map
wedding figures in a glove compartment
cool light winking bucket bottoms
crumpled ends of lascivious blossoms
tugging a brick wall
lilac tongues on the driveway halls
garages parked side by side on high wheels
the dumb nucleus
hitting its stride to smash the human form.

Feather bank stroked by nets of eyes
bulbs of flavor popping for no tongue
on the slopes of the elder trees, rootward berries
streaking a force field of pawed-at air
from the other side of a ditch
whose mouth rides a rift in the earth
and is caught sleeping in the water.

Pockets of unfolded space
in the wet of the softening leaves
a railing of bones and gagging bodies
pieces of ultraviolet light
turning to gel on unadorned corners.

The velvet of rot
tossed sky high.

Boy doll laden with crusts and punctures
sitting on a mattress where he never sleeps
counting zeroes in board grain
watching light pool
on the reflecting eyes that don't see
in chain link and rose-strewn wallpaper
all around him
on windowsills that extend like highways
past the drawers and filed colors
little spring-loaded doors that pop like caps
ejecting mouths of pale meat and doorknob eyes
tape reels of mountain sunrises
shot through with burning sperm
microwave womb belching cardboard boxes
eyelashes blowing on a block of ice
sausage standing in a crime tuxedo
clamping gills of hair
lime on the lids of sight
dancing the crooked needle
cedar with trashcan limbs
taking all the poison streets to heart
and coughing them out with tinfoil ribbons
fucked frog in a renamed body
essence aiming for chaos
claw marks in the concave concrete
pouting with worms and maggots
and the faces of beautiful women
the moon in a sash of liquid shit
the ocean's rims crumbling like bones
every remaining form
reimagined as a dagger
the bisected seed
molesting its roots like a happy cancer.

So you became
an orbiter like the earth,
the silence in her wake
sterile and immortal.

The light rose every day
over the scanned
and evened-out landscape.
A punctured bottle
siphoned on a cool grid
steaming from somewhere.

Pushing a lumpen couch
a zone of pink curtained-off atmospheres,
the muscles of a cartoon figure.

Slice of the cave's top
gleaming with membrane of torn fingers.
Naked web of nerves laid open
to a snowstorm and a barn door.

A slab of hacked-off earth
turning to moist plastic
on the porch.

Tall fences rescinding paint
and growing higher.

Goatees belching over a bench
clutching halves of the same sandwich.
The one sky ripping towards the equator
in a ring of clouds.

Tap dancing on the puddles of electricity
cranium turning like an automated fan
pumping pendulous bubbles.

Thorn board dropping jackets and dead leaves
to the light-burst hallway's floor
the trail of a knocking hand
cut soil reborn in hives
sword quivering and female.

Cliffside mirrors
pond's eye of moon
the spider's sap over an old mouth
pink harvested mountains
gleaming with normal rain,
no cooked leaves
a palace of cemeteries
level stuck to level with paste of living cells
screaming coils in the bottomless rungs
of clay the ladder did not make up
quaking with sand fleas
man shaking clouds.

Long bridges inside my body
bricks cracking like rice
big chains of blood remaining
swimming the corridors of heat
under an ice-blasted crust
guarding the earth from sun
latex blocking nipples and dry mouths
magma cape on the back of the dead god
a fire poker's insignia
caps over the breaking eggs
surfaces burnished by steel wires
that erupt in grass and plastic pipes
a gridwork of broken elbows
and branches behind faucets that scratch walls
fork tongues that hide the eye of the needle
the singing fur

Home is alien.
The pit crawls.
The ground boils with lipstick.
A vortex comes out of the sun.
Dining tables slide down a long deck
into the suds of the ocean.
My friends are the minions
of a tinsel-laden hell.
My enemies are stale.

Hourglass lenses
bent on bench
and pond side curves
wired to the electric yield
of a hair-thin body
vein twigs in the eyes
glove-burst irises
stretch-lipped smile of eroding granite
far from the palace of stacked teeth
theater in the pocket groaning
little claw hammers
on the vents in a drum skin
oily ducts from projector screens
chaining pyramids of lumber
a hose's nozzle foaming
through spirals of chairs
the velcro of felt stages
baths lapping at the backs
of those who escape the ocean
the wrenching of good will
a handkerchiefed fist
in a solitary mailbox.

Drifts of time
I'm loaded in
trundling desks up stairs in twine
while the chains on the trees watch;
the icicles of faces
walking tar past red barn doors.

Stones with their rectangle feet
in the earth
worm of the flat land
rearing up in shards of mountaintop
digging deep by dead berries
glass in the foot-cut black dirt,
curved lenses dripping
on a stripped trunk
the chime of a rusted swing set
through the mold's rind of forest
flank and thigh bare on a rock tank

leaf-trails fading on the empty path
cubes sliding into a rearguard handprint
grip's vine the birthing mud
a gown of slack branches
a toilet for the sun
scraping tent walls
with the eye socket fossil
oil of a dumpster's lid
landing shut
on the cut up gardens.

Threadbare flesh
nailed into my desires like plastic.
Strutting the high barriers between existences
the beating of a dead way of life
from wall to wall.

Ancient temples clamor
with the sale of modern skin
souls and their suited flashing
unknown beneath the rubble
and its made-up
strength of arms.

Yams in a dark tree of soil
that jettison heat with color
the passion of these vaporous skeletons
putting on form and action
to leave me out.

A ditch of squares and berries
behind the small barn
palm of a vast hand
in which I retire.

Sliding wheels the alley paints
the hacked-off horns of a bull
in a wall of breaking eyes
stems of a past that flowers
knifelike straws in the trash can heart
sex frenzy strapped to a chair
cheeks chafing the sun
where the light cores
and drinks its passage
and slurps up the body
with gaseous lassoes
showerheads of red steam
violet's ultra dark.

Particles that flow over me
and have their own voice
stir little wrathful empires
one for each pore
little nips and tugs
at the logbook of being
that I slap down with a rubber glove.

Skates disembodied
roll a ramp of long teeth
to the eyes of my instep
glaring at the lit up rain
and menacing sun
glaring at a bathroom
shrunk into one tile
fossils pushing stems
with extending
out the window
flowers.

Desks on my tongue
kitchen table legs that stab
and go clunk in my ears
as I descend raw.

Keep pissing into the goddess
feet pierced by your own signature,
limb's axle burning one phallic heart
into the crimson boards.

Continue plumbing your hands
in the midst of her missing rib
while your head cracks
the long pipes of light
overhanging the pulped
and gritted bodies.

Cut into skin injections
wavelength of an acid spectrum
balled up in a baby's fist.

Sails painted through the clustered dark
the wet crust of clinging insignias.
The pencil's lead point of iris
nudging a blank entry
from a web of spidery veins.

Spirit's height will pop
in the reel of sticking flowers
that saws your chains
only to turn a stringy mass
to cage of names
the crosshair on your tailbone
predestination turning to wispy thought.

Shutters descend the bulging belly
clacking past an open socket
where the birth cord
fled to whip and choke.
A question mark in gold suds
the lancing of grey blood,
of a suffocating essence,
a shucking speech
that peels the spine and pez head
pockmarked tongue of mineral gashes
jawbone ringing on a scratched table,
tears fingering
an immaculate bowl of knives.

Reptilian cunt coming after the shielded ape
ferns at his peripheral eyes
eating the lighter's tongue
time reversed for the length of a jog
down the rectangle of main street
with its pubic median
trees like snakes
and the scars of bench hands
trash flaps allowing trash
into cupped mouths
counting in the fire
the tacked-up gloves of the last man
on a cinder pole
by the one who comes after
bouncing branch on a fresh ledge
lashed to his toy
like a knuckle
cracking.

Dime's punched heart
ribbons of motor-blown soul
his head crushed under a flung basket
strands of grass folded into blossom
stone stalks nicked with false ages
and the falling orders of time
his fantasy forever afterward tinfoil
an epilogue that he plays with
salting lizards in a hallway of cassettes
chewing linoleum boards
spitting out scrolls of teeth
rolled up in the boot room
spit-cleared eye of a building tilted to quiet
cartoons of a gone space age
showing veins to sunlight
and the brown blade of a pond's edge
sloughing off marks of formula ice
behind his mask of springtime.

A shroud of mercury
scarf unto a mountainous head
rut-dug polished rug hallways
video gaming dusk drip
seed crunching feet
another day in the gas mask
rocking chair stuck on slide
table legs stabbed into a beach
froth of ageless lips
carried female to female
on a feminine tree
the fabric of a wide road
lost to the repeating giant
square mouths in the repeating night
until the spool crashes.

The chain of headlamps
ticking away on foil wrapped curbstone
a map of the sun
curried in pepper of teeth
for American cheese.

Forelock glued to doorless
and soft doom,
burned arms letting the light
drip a pencil,
posted to the fireproof ceiling
in letters to symbolize the flesh,
tangle of weary structures
giving vent splash
a young face of death,
a slapped laugher
pounding a long table
straw's work of enameled reaching
dim hunger for a piece
of the elevated shine
swept into the grain
a fudge sign masticating dawn
launched from a target emitter
lips wrenching a shoebox
bones on a dirty court
wings tapped to teeth
the asbestos cart
tacking infants to mercy.

Banks of bottles and skin rankings
gone with the labelled dawn
mad afterbirth of floating couches
the gardens a ladder pissed in
mushrooms arrayed on plump
pouches of insect soil
the sword feet of falling sidewalks
scuffles in thin covering
the appearance of an elevated plane
an unlined palm tipping
forklifts and video servers
broke lines sharing an abandoned flask
the strap on midnight's equator
the belts rotating her dumb hands
my blade of scissored maxims dangling glue
two icy comets laughing hard,
the antenna of Sunday's goblet silver
metal and white caterpillars
cemetery's slab desk
and overflexed bridge
a vein of flowers.

Burning sleeves reaching
for an empty face,
depths closed to the core
on vines and boxes
letters lightning-struck
the strange staring faces
catching reflections in
a basin of teeth,
towering up from sadness
with a leer of love,
ten fingers on the chopping block,
life-line's tangle of pedantic nurses.

A bubble in the caged water
reaching for electricity.

The constellation's tassle
nicking series of tense foreheads
flame-guarded eyes
arranging a departure
through the body.

Shells float the floor of the earth
and waves cut the rooted platform feet
of blueberry bushes
the shield-backed beetles falling
to patterns that will not salute.

Vacant stairways where I used to crawl
for putting the animal into the animal
a long roof streaked with piss and brick ash
from the falling kingdoms, the falling
democracies of the flesh

organs conducting all blood and care
away from one another,
bulbs growing on a fence of flattened eyes
shelves of bone teeth
melting wafers of glowing cartilage,

covers pulled back from a skinless beauty,
thatchwork of corroded personal bibles
yielding long brown snakes of release
to a collection of tupperware petroleum,
follicles upward in paint
the sighing of garage doors.

Thumb harp in the lower jaw
calls to seagull's feet
as the destiny of the brain
is removed like a sore.

Moon in the clouds' mouth
spreading rougher circles
puffs on wheels and battered planes
creme center of the river's glove
smoky perches like drifting rafts
putting silk to gravity.

Vermin lips track
stairwells and cracked pools
in the void shaft of my spine
ringing painted handrails
dropping violin wax
on the buttocks of a neck wound
heaving monolithic clouds
spirals coded with sinewed teeth
and a bar of hands
eraser rubber eyebrows
pancake face in the paper mirror
reading stacked cases to the fans
of a turning wall,
wetting the body to accept
amp's welt of microphone
white octagons in mud slacks
and river potholes
snake's belly of an aching mineral
tagged flecks of photo oil
relentless ooze of titty pores
bottle-cracked kneecaps
finger savoring the money drawer
spider necktie on a leather stool
womb's veil of pink saliva.

Glaze on a high puddle of dawn
dammed up on the headboard
skylight cracked with spider eggs
trembling in the moth breeze
scanning car hoods
with doors of hoofprint meat
sliding walls on variable teeth
ant pincers in a little soap box
clay fronds on a deep dirt pot
untouched by water.

Pouring through the wires of a window
calendar cut into waffle shapes and swelling
smell of the body going through the body
will on will to grind two pennies
together in a yielding cycle
each thumb a screaming baby
wing beat of a devil's eye
coming home for apple.

Cushioning hills roll with blades
buried in the clay and branching grass
poles of ice and light crossing fractured teeth
branches dappled with moss light
dripping fragments of mirror dirt
flashing lenses from under the grave
pushing water into stone
fiber optic eyes dead wood
bland spots of shat concrete
spreading vapor moons
the flakes and chains of rust
shedding benches
and hailstone lace.

Empty body of laughter
in pretty strands
worn with contempt
strings to bait the fiery ceiling
eye-holes positioned
in the prison of staring and
being stared back at
the thuggish drama of human longing
staked at the expense of insight
feinting at humor with insincerity
tying hoses into a pretzel
and calling the sparks
and spurts they emit
lovemakings of pure spirit
the cool chair small and distant
in the center
not beseeching,
not making action faces,
provision of space and silence
music without language
the last calling.

Undressed man, halfway out
of his existence, flossing
by a trash can.
Knobs of being
that stare through him.
Long fuzzy hairs
holding him to culture--
just more nature.
The well-oiled door
under a bright moon.
No pattern at his heel
anymore, departure through
return to the body.
The last riddle laughing
with a porcupine in his hands.
Rainbow of flattened bodies
a clay path that carries
his prints, her unyielding claws.
The cage of the body pluralized
by personae, stretched over time
like a chain.  Needle hooks
in the lines and outward pockets
that foretell nothing.

Sunset tables
with the threat of morning
glinting on the corners
four or five heads in a pail,
on pillows, nostrils and eyelids
shown vacant in sleep,
descending the forest,
following torn angles
the bedpost sticking out of
the bucket.

Ruts in a glow of wet floor,
peach glasses and some form
of glass-stuck parsley,
a cinnamon on the cushions,
the papier-mache of the window sill
crumpled by a fat nude
body, a form exhausted
and smoking.

Crosses nailed onto one another
a bulb of mute mouths
screaming invisible halo.

Long eye-smacked shale of chalk windows
pots and tins and baskets
tar touched moths for silly string adhesive
pits and ruts for walking
head plugged with cotton music
for a carbonated gut
the sagging mirror in a dance
body for a new bicycle's
blown-off bridge
lips pecking the outline
pyramids of iceberg
cave doors of cut up mountains
slime on water stone
weed bristles shine like a crooked letter
shells and swimming torsos
wide transparent fin tails
grinning to the bulb of written light
boot's library of thin wires
rock face scratched
giving way in rugs
to sucked orchids.

A tawny frogmouth gapes,
showing its pale mouth lining
by breaks in the passing clouds
twig's net cracks a dam
moss legs and arms flowing after
the seam in the huge rock face
the mask of tributaries
going after that rift
a hurtling rope of cloud
heading off the footware
and keychain lizards
a vault of ceiling tunnel linoleum
cards of stone on an old thread of links
shining spilled and shackled years
pining after a twitch of hen fat
slipping past the cemetery walls
free shelves whole wads of chairs
and burning tires of hair
piled up in tufts.

Heavy metal girl
kicking a flimsy carriage
cracked rain flowing over
the lips of the curb
footpaths from pebble
to pebble
meteor to meteor
without goggles
or latex laughing

heavy metal girl
in the shrunken shop
witchery boiled down
to a small counter and
the shapes lost in celery
wraps on the moon and
untangled heart
beating her pale drum
lost like insect heat

benches and scrub trees
in an octagon around
the irritated sun
a slit in the cardboard day
running green with ass.

Elfin idol head on a twig arm
sprouting wet teeth and electrical cords
the eye shine of clipped wire
canvas sprouting hammered stars
on a crescent's trickle
the mud's grasp of oily feet
a corpse drowning in life blood
windmills turning in each knee cap
nostrils drooling on the death of the leaves.

Pinnacle of stuck high heels
marble scratched and sauce painted
the knife like lullaby of a floating gaze
that never lands,

a long fingered taking that has
no hidden corners,
no ratty blankets for love
or butter quarters with crumb flake
on ass-printed counters and cabinets
a toaster glowing in her mouth
tongue tapping buttons.

Dishes on antique wheels
and laser printed embroidery.

Light on me like a tool kit
I walk a ramp way
with many big buckets on wheels
rolling past.
City's wires and signs
slashed by a long green branch
coming through the window.

Frames on circuits that present
the flying years, the clutching
and failing names.
Dream body pausing
to nestle the floors
where he lay waiting
for her and her
and her.
Lines falling off like paint.

Carving out rooms
in this mess of pipes
brick and wood stabbed through
tall panes of glass
cracking the shutters.
Levels humming
to the dance of blood.
Screens finger signed and tapped
a headset full of screaming neighbors
marching to the brine vat.

One table with a cool blank sheet
a set of claws
to scratch it with
the android's lips
glittered with pepper.

Pubic roadside prairies
spilling water on earth's crust
branching silver knuckles
over extended antennae
the square wood slips
a gambler's body crinkles leaves
curbs parking lot's deadening edges
climbing chain link hills
from the oil and blood sockets
of abandoned cars
triangular platforms coiling heat
lid's nest of spider bodies
tickling the pink concrete.

The fine arc of light
with its broad colors
that never touch down.
Rusty girders protruding into empty air
like bent french fries.
The joggers in their last strut
breaking.
Ants on the sun burnt paint
putting bark together
in small pieces.
Slick vehicles that express
erotic anger.
Shrubs of a well-fed zone
padlocked to each other.
Roots breaking off into a beam
the leaf-maps laid out
acid streaked linoleum.

Structures linked by courtyards
of abnormality, the spiral shells
turning in blackened sand.
Satellites running with the fluids
of birth and death
the dance of electrified speech.
Knobs rippling high walls
from behind their force,
claws released by a flood of tears
through the hinges.
Stairs of cloud and small stones
marked by frozen heels.
Chains of wet roofing
riding an armored nothing.
Roads collapsing roads
the pit of a fiery lake
the earth drank.

Mussels peeling from inside the dome
burning weeds and fingers.

Henchmen of stable wandering
over the grid marked woods
buckets of hacked and bundled wires
feet and forearms on plastic ribs
grunting wheels of rubber in a high apron
chemical stacks and transparent reels
pierced bubbles in stuck piles
torn names on clumps of tape
bright rubber lines through blinking pulleys
lips burning wrist and neck veins
from a cushioned couch,
with a gaze and remote

rivers of beyond sight's curve
tipping tables and desks
deep fang-planted chairs of that time
a split well for gravity's microphone
an implant heart
beneath the bounce
of a waffle iron's lid
ghost hand slaps and plaster chips
from the giving way of open space.

Devouring pit of green
waving high tendrils
deep watered basins of blossoms
rippled layers dipped in floating air
stamens charred on rye colored clouds

long-armed white tufts
with many fixed elbows
wheat churned in stomach acid
dried to the fronds of a propeller
feathers of icy metal brushing sutured blades

the valley of grey communion
draped in a purple sash
tin breezes and far-sighted evaporating gazes
stones and sticks and men
mothers and the egg's welt
the dust splintered
from pipes of wood,
webbed lines retracting
the sinner's musk,

a prism's necessary hideout
forked pillow's
garden of ax heads
descending the earth.

Parallel lines sprouting painted fists
smashed oil-fed wagons
making sleepy faces across a sunlit void
rippling as timelines crash buried walls
paste bricks and glass plates
naked in elevator cables
broken tables funneling wheat flakes
past gaping floors
vacuum tanks and floodlit skunk
tangling pine acid hedges
path's front yard to race linoleum dishware's
smeared rings of worship
a facial in amber.

Footrest of wriggling colors
bestowing a red glow
the beauty of a traitor.

Dipsomaniac flesh darkened altar
crying the crooked mama
on thick hinges
benches and feather brushes
a tent peg through the forehead.

Bunkers in frosty leaves
deep lids and ripped laundry
knobs and their freckled faces
shelves tortured with titles
bent into groups.

Infant man, the grin eating stone.

Plumes of ejecting flesh
gunning cells through punched-up walls
space fissures through paint cans and frosted planks
leaving little welts inside the elbows
canyons digging ditches where they break off
the creases of roofs and living rooms
water scattered by mountaintop rocks
knife-slit leaves and arrow nicked bark
a hole-punched vision of the self
wrapped in dripping posters
glinting tinsel soul,
hand's five enemies in twilight
lifting perfect squares
through the deep floor's chalk
of meteor-printed lakes,
maps broken by stone moss
the wigs and underwear of puppets
strewn across bubbling kitchen counters
reflective hallways to electric throat
keys pulsing like a frog
yeast wincing and gambling
the silver of a bronze departure
stamped into his sandal coils.

Pink sock of body on the mop stick
dome sky raining paths
the mouths of inside-out containers
door hinges spark dust
the puke of ancient suds
rubbed from a river stone
shadow's skeleton of broken fences
a curving mouth that licks
the salt of graves,
blade-tip sniffing
a flower from the ribs.

Storms contained in glass porches
scraping fiber optic nodules
with inverted teeth.
Scrub pad hands setting up
colored slats
in collapsing hallways.
Sinks of charcoal gloves
sending sundown to the moon.
Heaps of blown material
constructing faces
from the powder of reptilian skin.

Bird twitch-walks
blood feathers and bright
reef-colored beak
stabbing between the grasses
selecting and chirping
with a strut like murder
billows of tuft stalks
around his narrowed nostrils
stems elongated to the point of bending
touching fire pit piles
the fluttering rust
of lightweight fallen buildings
stuck to fingers of rubber bands burnt
flicked at the landing harvest
wings over the eyes
eyes in the wing-pit
needing and heaving
straw heaps of missing bodies
and remembered images
of separation
hops around the outskirts
of the garden fountain
gravity's heart
carrying the blade it
cut him with
the strut's wire

The wetstone gleams
in an eyelid,
the lights of town submerge
to bulge and foil
in the loins of the body,
the sidewalk falls apart
from the cut cranium,
the ground lisps.

A fist covered in damp oats
and blue molasses,
beaming the glass dial
to lunar maximum,
faucets on amplified grey
tall panties against
the pull of the earth
and the men gacking.

Ran roads far up in the steam
leaving dining tables behind
strapped to echoes and rabid ghosts
headboards and lamplight lashed together
with rubber and hooks
creaking on the muffled edge
tongue-first leaning over
thirst dragging neon solitudes that have passed
shine teething on bongo hands
bonds breaking loose with feather fingers
and skidding furniture.

Up in an old room alone with a drum
headband's twig cigarette mustachio'd eyes
afloat on carved wood with a scheming mouth
an ember-polished floor separating suds
to push a chimney whirlpool of graffiti
scales on long braids
the shovel sliding off the iris.

THE CRYING ANTENNA

Scissor arching over mountain plains,
weeping on a tower of stacked pans
and turned-over mop buckets.

Severed arms and legs
spinning in the vacant air,
the high rise of cells on sameness
breaking toward the earth,
hard corners tee-peed
into sacred smoke,
the hot poison of beauty.

Worlds on tap in the twisted
and cut clay forehead,
capped so far from its eyes
exploded poles undulating
in cooled light.
Stabbed in the creases of age
blood running the genetic mirror.

Faucets of pasta and broth
silent wells of water.
Barrels and boxes pouring
out of the rock-torn sky.

Long flat-roofed ovoid tents
with square entrances.
Collapsing units roamed
by fresh souls,
their wedding patter.
Cooler's carousel of wet smiles
grateful for the electric hand.
Banquets of American metals
glass after glass of water and mercury.
Little toads eat the crust of the planet.
The gilded frame of half men
bleeding yellow paint.
Plaster grimaces and fallen-out
follicles scattered on the covered couches.
The paperwork of careful thieves
protoplasm staked to wooden mushrooms
guts in a yarn of air travel.
Passageways of heat-bled light
feeding hills of glory
in the depths of earth's orbiter.
Little towns of children with lobster eyes
crying knives' intent of the equator.
Vinyl spinning on a bloodied hand,
reflected rays tabled and branching aisles.
The literature of the killing camps
clone-printed on butterfly blue.

The long blank woods
rotting and revivifying faces,
my valley with me in the light
whale's back pushing a pond
the boundaries of erasure.

Some higher being in me
strips off t-shirt after t-shirt
to rejoin me here.
The storehouse of masks
ignites insignias
prowls until  morning
and cuts out the lock.

The path is the curvature of a shore
formed by a whirlpool,
the joined threads in convergence
birch maples leering instrumental fruit
fanged smile of a winged spine
tattooed on mango bark's
many seeping faces.

Cloud's eye hole into space
ruddy paths in the pine's gash
water broken over rocks' descent
pond's animal eye remembering rubber and rain;
stained arrowheads from the heel
of one who wandered with a wild look
birch scars and the breath held of tucked wings,
the grass ways of pebbles and hollow skates
blade's roar against the water-drip ceremony,
a thumb-tip studied with lipstick,
the math-dreary tones of the speedometer's needle
melting into tape deck and radio
to a lawless sunburst corner
faded knuckles and brown leaf teeth
the wink of oil leaning.

ANTI-MATTER PROGRAM

These photographs showed the nucleus to be flexing its cylindrical body
the gray of the silt, a shrimping and petroleum city
fine-seeded crops to a flume regenerate
the two valves together, and a single muscle closes
thickly over the prepared, raised soil;
captive killers have been trained through a four-inch vertical pipe
workers put their arms--and even their heads--into the whales'
tooth-filled mouths, pull the animals around by the blowholes,
an ocher star stretch and strain the water-filled feet
the star travels out through the mouth, the tube
coal-black, a rare potato-shaped object marked by hills and
oil-spotted beaches impregnated towelettes--
two bright jets of gas and dust, electronic international banking,
and the transfer of huge reports,
flew in toward the comet's sucker center and took pictures.

AUM KID

I speak of the wood and water
that became a man,
of the sunken valleys
drummed by bright fists
into sails and gunshot posters,
pools of crimson epoxy
that the gardener's fingers
cannot rub off,
vines and hands and depths
murk of eyes that carry diamonds
to a crushing reservoir,
the veins of great empires
going slack and rubbery
for space and escape,

I speak of the man
upside down for his flying feet,
the clusters of rug fiber and grey walls
that are called squares,
the cacti in the mouth
of an infant who can speak,
ten thousand scorched moons
coming with hacked-out windows
in the same sky,

smeared by the cellophane of my breed
I speak of a chair in the wilderness,
a stunned wasp on fire in the palm of my hand,
of the black woman who was crucified
and brought the world to rest,
and a rim of gut-unraveling laughter,
the armrests of a censured noon
blinking daylight to blood,
the curve of my foot's arch a girl's torn body,
her heel on the fork of my brow
giving way to the stab's pluck
of parts for computer

two souls like newts on a dark bandanna
afloat with an ancient array
plank's worm grain
fish sap of new orders
oozing into place.

Skin-sent light
burning elements of my cloak
she ladles at the trough
watching pigs' noses,
snorting talk
long shiny wood devoted to her altar
fake and pressed flowers
the living bulb
resides on my kitchen table
in or out of water
the rooms all sing to her absence
she is so many, she has so many sisters
brows heavy with meaningful scribbles
the baby goddess hand
on a landscape of flattened wheat
torsos buried in milk mud
spouting brass fountain breasts
in the chemical aisle
rice fed on salt and moon panel
clotting transparent skulls
whip handle stuck to the river
and a costume dragging
a lurch of lips,
a birth control chamber
of antique weaponry
glinting canine alphabets
and sinking veins in teeth
a valkyrie scrubbing
zeroes of starchy wires
from a smoked-in porch
dangling glass keys
from her tits of mercy.

Bicycle spoke fangs
nudging gills of bone
pushing heated dials
with frozen hairs
chair leg arms
and cushion spine
door frames of clear running water
teeth in heaps of brine and metal
windows in cut feet
cut mouth and hands
cut muscles of upholstry
the staffs and mops and straw
over polished and melted seams
cold throats of pissed-at eyes
rolling chains
a pulley of broken elbows
storing wheat in paper
pink air in a cupboard of lungs
a cylinder of cotton
leaking elastic cells
and strings of wood crawling.

Bundles of crumpled metal branches
swinging from a sad chin,
stars on the elbows frothing,
a cracked knee, a stabbed heel,
decentered head throbbing
in blood without gravity
beneath the whirlpool skin.

Register of chipped fingers
and antique shirts,
glass bulb of examining eyes
a ribbon over the hillside.
Shelves of painted bread
and packaged icicles.
Napkins of verbiage
done up in a cream puff wrapper.
Spokes that hold the tabled wheel
smoked and greasing a pig's ear.

Minnows exploding across
the silver reinforcements,
a fountain room waffle iron
printing graves on a sheet of salt.

The same as.
Mirrored clouds
an energy of false abandon
all trickling away.
Guardrails for sitting and smoking
couches by the riverside
a good pair of attic headphones
ditches and scissors opening boxes,
pulsation of broken sheaves
in the vale of thorn velvet
brown rabbit dash for the iris
my body a clay foot
the overturning of all things
with a grip.

The backyard's green glove
draping machine teeth silhouettes
splitting vapor and planting scars
his communion of hot liver
tree trunk's horizon
and berry acid.

When the day I prepared for so long
comes in emptiness,
comes with its wide streets quiet
I want my damp solitary grayness,
my unscreened corners
flapping wings to disturb the dusty colors,
the messages of drains hiding it all
deep in the earth.

Let the trapped grain
be under its cloud
trickling varied innards,
flutes in muck and long tables
swept by sheen of mirrored light,
a vision of watery commas
bisecting scripture to fall
into a thousand halves,
the knelt-on pebbles
holding meteoric graveyards
and prismatic holes.

Outside the courtyards and ballrooms
of observed bodies
a rounded cusp,
a shell's cracked edge
flowing with optic follicles.

Walls, gateways, pools, and mineral acids
fresh international ultraviolet journal container
and pendulums, mirror group spirit voodoo antenna,
thousands of grape hyacinth snowdrops. snowcaps, squill,
storage rooms, galleries and many dried blueberries out of an overshoe
a gigantic clothes branch with little mud patties on it.

Inside is a hollow room, high eons ago,
the dense fur, trapping a well-packed pile.

Cloaked in silver against the freezing dozens
in the ice I could see a great sleek body
on his way

The urgency of certain doorways,
certain root-seats under spreading branches,
places marked by stones that drift and wander;
frantic blood of so many nights,
irresistible sheen of broken vessels
laid out in the pale morning
on a tide of shrink-wrap wax paper notes
and finger-holes in bread
carefully filled with honey;
the plate sticks: the teeth of the day
already scrape on concrete
as love awakens hate
tipped claws, a theory of
the first act's beginning.

Eels with tapped-out eyes
coat racks of rabbit fur labyrinths
descending aisles whose foam
I have disrupted in my sleep
all ground floor elevators of silver
bicuspids and gold clasps
helmets lined with blacksmith's nails
tacking temples to the thought of blood
and driven death, the beguiling plants
and eves and plum gripes
he can get for himself in the slab cooker
the tongue kisses of financial levels
widely dispersed in youth
the gas mask
of many muzzled dinners.

Longitudes of wet land
feeding piercing eyes afoot
in a clay head,
leveled at elevator imprints
on the whipped path,
flickering tinfoil and cement.

Lunatic graveyards,
spoiled yeast
and spent sails,
a tent and abandoned car
folded up in the stomach.

Puddles of throat and lung blood
capping mountain water
cabins lodged in the pine ears
that gird his fireplace head
bursting pills of wax
a hot tub's cache of tobacco
and rented alcohol
erupting in speech,
a tongue tattooed grocery list,
tower of cushions bent back
by spontaneous vomit.

Fields deer kicked and shat
spreading vacant water
on rock-stacked inclines,
log roads in termite sand
swerving higher and higher
than the stripped and painted trunks
vaporizing his headdress
and velvet-lined sockets
a lane of metal tables
the cracked claw of
protruding forehead.

Friends falter, meanings empty out.
A new garment of filth
covers the ancient sun.
The frozen sides become
the frozen center.
Clear walls pulse
like amphibian bellies.
Docks of shin bone
stitched together
with eyelashes and nose hairs.
Twilight setups that look like
a milk spill on a rippling tarp
from the mouth of the barn
that never changes,
and the man splitting wood
who never changes, and other
myths going under the leaves
and in large antiseptic rooms
where the hum of time leaving
crashes on spurred backs,
navel orange eyes
and stumped hands
that have done a lot
finding more in their making
more in the caves of their birth
in the velvet pad at the foot
of the air-scraping coral stool
sending up swirls and piped vapors
sending a language of wings
and a dead body breathing
its salt limbs
table of silence scratched through
with its outlet of tumbling needles
propeller of plants and earthen rain
coiled into an asterisk's fist.

But when the underworld aberration of light
touches a ring of space and isolation surrounding the subject
at more than one point, independent and detached shapes
inconsolable that there is no outline
the portion of the sky that cannot be seen
and to build a temple in her honor to her separation
a system that make mirror to correct the food of the gods
the cult of important sites and its turbulent destiny
the day, the festive process observing ultraviolet light
at the shrine of the earth goddess pilgrim
great crowds of the classical world
a control room with several updated weather reports
casting shadows on the domes.

High hills where the crest gushed
paths washed out and printed
feet lashed to spikes and treads
lit box from a room in the rock
tree's core unraveled by eyes
that have melted earth's blankets
sweet and deep soul
turned to a cutting instrument
my love, the carbon of documented flowers
my love, the sinews under the great table
my love, the lantern sliding down the branches
dreams of the passionate
under microscopic reversal
visionary gazes shocked by time
to a floating body, to a skeleton of leaf clumps,
a missing swimmer, the outline
defined by faucets and electric rooms,
lain on curves and elastic tongues,
planned out in hammered fibers
and corner-spanning nails
helicopter seeds on gunshot coffee table
a plush jar of gum split money
a shadow's radiant
feathered hat and edge.

Birdshot bridge pellet eyes
high treetops cloud-curbed
a marathon line of bike tires
hung from powerlines
and bleeding thumbtack feet
light moving wave-encased
genital realities.

From the sacred flow of objects
one into another,
I love you, Antichrist and animal,
I love you, pert discussion instructor,
taking part in the alarm that cuts my destiny,
garters drawn to partake of me
at the end of a long branch
with a head full of seeking hollows
latching myth to gridlock
broom's mustache on marble
winking from a torn brow
a twerk femme fatale
in her sinew of echoes
a latex runway
chopped muskrats
and opossums growing
weary decapitated
I let my lungs plant laundry
in deep earthen pipes
and save the laughter
in jugs of corked clay
a sheaf of rice daddy papers
a field mouse intuition
on tattooed whale belly noon
the geyser of an ambush
my calendar of nicked moments
bright doorways parties everywhere
a cemetery of dance
and a rag weed river
flowing through my transmitted models,
my lip of the sky's opening,
my eye-dapped angle
speeding sap to a table's
vibratory groan
of clutched soap.

Little Antichrist, little wobble,
for you I pray to the ice
and your dungeon father
with my sneering Jesus
these days are stacked wheat
for his gashed paw
his bosom a woman's belly
bitch yet to come.

Star-stuck, buckling in his shine,
clenched in the shell of his small
and deceptive powers:
that poor old beast, his chrome dips,
the slightest shiver runs him through.
Tumbling waters bulb from the rafters,
screens cruise without feet
and eat up unguarded zones.
Plant life burrows into the facial features.
Stones speak to lemons, vitamins
butterflies and small quail.
Structures teem with bubbling felt
and whining fire escapes
jutting from melted bricks
like frayed beard hairs.
Gardens erupt with salt icebergs.
The peaks rip turf and flow with books
of a fatal record.
A forest eats his stare
and translates this killer
into the mainstream.
The wreck he was after
climbs the heap to make
a powder of his skull.