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.