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.

I am gray vegetable matter.
The built-on lots rejoice
at the coming of my
triangular soul.

Paints run the rocks and trees like new logo
and glint meaning.

Benches resound the ass and balls
and crushed cans of crushed heels
slapped shine of the dugout
proud graffiti tomb walls
smoke and singe always
from pipe and glass
teeth bones translucent
and glassy white
grip loosening like gashed rubber
the love that wafts and takes
dust with lips
a distance I long after.

Lilac tongue to eat my eyes
shadow to pine for my raw hide
a high row of golfing trees
smearing the lake's rim of tall chairs
also swinging and missing to crack turf,
reefs and rocks and banks
of hard protected lights
selected by a piercing current
to experience daylight and
the breath of the leaf;
parkways in concrete speckled
with a finger-tapped rain
the jangle of spent keys
ringing visage that has survived
the look of too many doorways
frame riding a woven smile
vines curbing the lash of the eyes
until basement eleven;
a porky wobble through a shouting face
to grease a subway's silence
the soft and sexual crumble
growling of the crowding outer edge
falling in flesh-toned accents
ripping masks and rigged bags
thick stacks of broke-born pages
suffering an instrument's brightness
and dragon injuries
tail thrashing skeletal mice
into man-sized shape
with the glaze of error
like a sword of mercy,
a new shoe feeling on the sunken blood
the ship of skies
neglected of woofers creaking
in the lung-damp night
mic bracketing octopus tongues
streetlight crooking like a venus flytrap
cracked bricks' honeysuckle
of ribs nibbling dust
and a gnomelike absence
that the empty cushions pierce
and the dried-up hand tables
squeeze me for ascenscion
and my friend's love is plaid jacketed
while mine is pocket stitched,
sidewalk tire-hatched,
the ode of these cornerstone blues
rigid red cells going
and the chemical drain
a goo of departure
in the latch that once kept
the gather of the suffering slab
long with receipts,
the great hair and short t-shirted evenings,
the weekend's resource balloon
a slide of knobs
and loaf of bread remaindered.

Red-faced shield manufacturers
at the windows around my house,
leering and squawking til
the hot strawberry light
parts them wild,
diagonal aims and lasers
a shined table,
a hollow pin, a wide dancer
guarding a hindered groin,
a constellation beltway
tilted by cracked oars,
the unmoored gravity of eyes
paved over with garden bed and rehearsal
high chutes of elevator grass
long roots in the love-taught water
a fishbed, a glowing ring of rocks,
a bouncing cracker, tuxed and latched,
world-worthy an oyster boy,
ugly making its way to adornment
to meet him, hands width
of courts and hats and old
speckled way of painting things,
paid off for the second-story laundry,
the sounds of hand soap
and many seeds in activation.

Rounded surfaces refracting
eyelids and bus journeys
on headphone acid
pistons and springs of bathroom silver
pumps of two-way wing armpit
paths marking skin of earth
the thrashing of rejoined creatures
leaf's launch of memory
hung to its tower of shelves
and glass orbit dressing up
as the plumber's jewels,
color of a smeared newspaper
shark's paper napkin.

Long ornamented teeth
creating pleasure in
the punctured body.
Sirens of laughter
from the lewd absorption,
the strength of the vague,
of those who gather.
No meaning in the love
of heartbeat furniture.
No gift of transport
in their numb and weary eyes,
dumb, fucked-out,
loved to death,
dying, dead.

Sorry to have stumbled across
the beauty stimulated by terror,
the cream slab of sunset,
sidewalks quiet and empty
of daylight from above,
the mineral sky a reflecting
ulcer, stumps of delectable blood,
torn veins of gas,
the belted mummies, received error.
Supple potted hands
rearranging tan
densities of noon.

To the end of the reach of the body,
to the rods that sprout yellow flowers
and ripple rock,
to the lunar light's gash of receding oil,
the grasp of sharp water
in a bottomless pit.
Thumbnail bibles
in honey stuck wings.
Air system clashing
with a swallowed drumbeat
ten horses' legs
on a couch of ferns
buzzing with vagrant wasps
and landing queens.

I am always the one
who doesn't know the way,
the one whose life is wrong,
the one left out and then included
by violence.  Pinned
between the powerful
and those they have beaten,
I have no friends.
Tall trees bring good things to my mind.
Fountains bubbling in central ponds,
the dump of electric forests.
Shades that waver and dip
from wide windows,
the scattering of refracted light.
Thin rugs stretching over
a wrenching floor,
the made-up faces of brutal women.
Cleansing chemicals in a frozen parade.
Chairs that wait for nobody at all
next to bricked-off doors,
and a twilight like dandelion seeds
being blown far.

In high-up abandoned rooms,
in broad waterless circuits,
I continue to avoid the acrid smoke.
Pulleys and bending tubes
invade broken halls,
clocks put out wilting feelers,
transparent doors lock
and the dark smoke curls
against them in an ocean.
I drink the light from ceiling bulbs
and long electric pipes.
Banquet tables untouched
and wide uninhabited floors
have vacuumed feet and faces away.
If I crack my head with ice,
if I fall crookedly on my torso,
what billows and blacks out
may be revealed through me
and break the watching glass.

Of all those driven crazy
by the American dream,
I am the one.

Flashing through parking lots
and tin gazebos
nimbus after nimbus
burst on me
and running its hot sauce pro-matter
through the atmosphere
branch to mouth
and thorn in the bud of the tongue
green cracks in the brick
faces coming together in conglomoration
imagined by this place
to be smashed and saved
with its acorn crater
satellite cheese
and public broadcast
ass to mouth
in ceremony of truth
with gin receipt,

with its monkey brain carts
and poetic understanding of minerals
doing tall things in the ballroom of money
and blood-rusted hammers
long transparent rectangles floating
to greenhouse wick zones
moth wings glued to the hotel glass
whacked off passed out
with tray of thin spaghetti
hat scorched by microwave
comb-whipped cat and shaved Roxanne
my steering wheel a varied probe
a girl's yelling rectum
near the garlic knob
of the radio glow bar
of the time when I had a vehicle
and a thing burned into my theme

the vomit that I had to say
shat out like a turf war of stars
sprinkled ceiling and shovel worm
burrowing home to the hut-washed evening
enveloped in pillows
egg-shack's click-throat
sleeping and scheming
the thumbtack killing a shark
from a nude smacked hand
and a run-out man
a soup line man in drag tuxedo
tugging a suitcase world
and a train of digitized framework muzzles
the gospel of welding
delta to powerline pole
and roping a box of gloves
a mandolin's cracked string piece
and antennae bent back under twists
in the dream-recording headboard

for lemon fists and discarded aprons
butt fucking ass on the cinnamon floor
proper temperatures registered tagged
dubbed down by springs and salvation army fingers
for an LSD mattress and a type flick
running on the chimney opposite
caught by the flag T-shirt apparatus
a scoundrel's brown teeth gleaming
hubristic pennant rimlicked
between the android clefts
a diamond hustling elastic
in a tangled colonial
a desk job waiting in parallel forehead
a can faking
a spray tucked into action
a door cartoon
a fertile creep
the necessary desperate
globe opener.

A sash of broken earth,
a path of linking bones,
a pipe grooved by falling things,
eloping with darkness.

Flame of a dragon's beard
going down in twilight.
Shelves of agony retouched
to gleam with it.

Torsos accepted by rain
defeating each other.
Perpetual and monotonous combat.
Pears glinting in the morning.

A blank screen
skimmed by dead names.

TESLA

Falls and rigged roads
bubbling with mercy
telegrams from Mars
tapped out in the lines of my hands
dynamite paths
and the high rock around them
sending through me
derailed messages,
issues of broadband cloth
and the masks of their mail,
highway paint zagging
cross the radio dial
the laundry lid and the telephone factor
personas linked in time
to disintegrate
in the barred hereafter,
the curve of bridges
leaping thumping cars,
gridwork tapped and oiled
hammers moving in the shoreline dusk
spikes of pine fanned out
on a rocky cloud
the flag of the sun
rippling over

my driver's seat door
dragging chandeliers
wind propped open by a feather
counters gleaming
the empty number glaze
hollow body above which
I am rising.

A perch of concrete moss
crushed rubber bands
and beer-fed paper
setting moon scribbled
by bramble thorns
the lonely melted shoe soles
long courses of sand trap green
and hard-slept benches
where a scrap of nerves
hid from light
caught vein leaves
and sprang up from
vacuumed rain
abandoned courts
of hole puncher dusk
to staple likenesses
on electric poles,
come out of anonymous houses
smeared with smoke
and bedside table hair vinegar;
halls whizzing through
upper chambers
without connecting floors
the flight of velvet ropes
guarding antique curtains
the gilt edge of all our interactions
cracking pens and wishbone jaws
the sucking mouths
of dashboards on rewind
digging drains in earthbound glue
flagging ship side birch
with graffiti and scheming names
a grid's lynch of satin sheets
amphibian seam of ink and fences
a grinning womb
guarding the river's trigger record.

Embryonic cell clouds
tapped into the high wallpaper
twanging bones
long ledges with water
strong roots upside down
ripping the wind
seats of pale leather
flowing from windows
brooms on fire with ancient text
straws lettered and bending
on dark concrete and grill-scorched eyes
walls that breathe through whistles
and whinny on their knobs
turntables worked by thorns
in the belly of plastic things
the sheen of smooth masks
from a vortex of blades
lopsided branches
collecting wax and teeth

Waves tumbling long grass
nudes torn up in a field of shells
cold upright cabinet head
opening rows of skinny doors
sheets of pressed flowers
yields of baking crud
circuits of flashing water
in the under dome
butterfly towers with rope arms
round bridges sprouting hubcap daisies
brown paths on the flanks of green hills
straw baskets of babies' heads
and the stippled highway raging
a salt stream through every sleeping eyelid
a searching finger that never curls
to point back home
egg puncture and egg sides
and egg heart going splat splat splat
on the hurricane siphon
a tarp leading outskirts wide
catching ancient footfall.