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