Barbed wire horizons
heat buffeting the crawling shells
the elegance of frozen sand
molten glass pouring from a saucy mouth
arabesque of spray painted trash cans
linked by adhesive blood
at the palace door's crooked eye
a moat of chains and fiber optic handles
volcano's plastic rim
spilling teeth and letters.

A sanctuary platform's rounded corners
running with slime of punctured lungs
the belching of delayed infancies
a towering cotton sword
descending twilight glue
and small meatballs
thumb's radiant corpse
dragging from the engine switch
blue words and ephemeral bones
a cutaway basement's
transparent slug.

Isolate fleck of angst
grey sun in the depths
streaming agonized beams
over the broken gaze
and the welcome of the meek hills
in the chains of discontent
he had tasted order
forsaken the train of occurrences
numb in a swathe of green leather
fork of events where velvet tears rock
the ink heart penetrates
a singing ulcer,
rooftops are canonized
as living bodies
the gold yield of silver space.

Above the clouds and forked lightning
in the frame of a chair
tapping finger tips
around an invisible prism
coal of eyes in a water-wounded skull
kneecap spikes and loaded loins
sparking all over the half buried stones
stacked pots of moss
clay pyramid's tongue of light
from one vacant window
wires connect the fur of the ears
to an empty trench
stripes of melted clothing
and a rock snake mountaintop garden's
ring of fertile thorns.

A taffy skull
under the charcoal chain of lights
long and spongy tongues
rolling over a wooden skyscraper's dock
stretched along the popcorn sand
prickling impaled skin.

Neon snakes on the wall
of a bleach-fed pool
water's cover of cabin-sized leaves
leaving limestone shadows
on a linoleum deck.

Thoughts for the swirling brush
the tail of a bone cage
spreading tapioca branches
feathers burning on hand cuffed bamboo
a coconut dripping letters
and electric fries.

Pineapple branches
webbing over the night
piercing green pentagrams
soup of smashed light bulbs on oil
flowing coat hanger shoulders
the scream of a scratched wet jaw
and chimney teeth.

Processions of four-door cylinders
chrome sleek as milk
mushroom veins
of the umbrella highway
a tragedy of unseen drains
lichen-fed graffiti
in the cliff side openings
portholes thatched
with disappearing hair
a dancing window
dripping over icicle fangs
cheese clotted rails,
lung tissue fencing.

Bridge of bones salted by frost
the urgency an acid-powered light
projects on rock
color sifting cracked rivers
fingers tapping in metallic gloves
skull pinned beyond the spine
by a telephone pole
spanked body naked on ice
shoveling a sandstorm iris
butchered paper cones
to candied labyrinth
the souls of a vacuum hose.

A desk on the precipice arm
by a cake of bricks
swollen with raging pipes
far from the pink water spout
bread framed in butter plates
and slim dry leaves
mounds of frozen geode.

Let dawns be what they will
in our crooked kingdom
and salt overcome the sea
for this shining morsel
poisoned with gloss
sprayed moss on glade
overcoming error
covered stairwells singing
the evaporated houses
where you and I stood and smoked
once together
outside the vague night-tousled
laundry station
numbers pushing to the untouched dark
what names could not have been
so many disintegrating mercenaries
blurred voices out to dismayed oceans
sickening voices yearning
for a quick and clean regret
a long row of seats
on the settling tar.

Where the fire flies winked
around the proceeding grass
red gallons precipitously waited
and the fur of tree tips sang
soaked pathways slick with frost
and blossoming fungus, canyon paths
descending carnivorous harps
to the miraculous vegetable's gleaming hillsides,
the benefactor of all these whirling blades
crouched in a hand made shadow,
long tooth body's insides
unyielding to the mountain's velvet scale.

Buildings rise in the night
cubes glowing under moss
levitating vines
dangling cars and unscrewed rail
the curved lid of many horizons
breaking into a single eye
rising in the lots of the lost
silt of time's vein
running off it like lard of paper
cloud ropes on painted lines
the trickery's departing vapor
sanded engines tracking a skeletal wall
to a bleeding stem.

A gloved shade finger walking
on cobwebbed canals
umbrella of sharpened knives
to greet the radial jungle.

A peak in the biologic gravy
swerving and ripping ornaments
poultice of buried masks
smearing daylight teeth
a poured concrete corner
snoozing molecules
in the cultural icicle
that a windowshade baby has become
toe head surfing a shielded wave
leaping funny pits of gravel
brain stem leaking from amplifiers
the fork of a wooden chair with no arms
in front of the cut chrome embattlements
torso lapping at the wind like a tongue.

The path on a bridge top
for a walking vessel
minding the sonic gristle of light
afoot through the length of trees
tips like a bone shard
pebbles sculpted on a gasoline finger
roots whip cracking rock walls
bungee cords yank a descending form
to a water tank's rim
at the edge of the stereophonic sky
with its sheets of transparent coils
and bubbling wire.

Aspirin melting into my vampire gills
rib's case of cathedral walls
soap carved by robotic drill
showerhead's field of delayed stars
a sleeve of plastic doors
lighting candle wax of bones
grid's unlit windows
pink garage's library of soaked books
arteries mapped on punched cards
mopped halls in reflection of pent-up grandeur
chandelier's whale of hearts
dropping crystal hair.

I couldn't make it
to the holy sacrament.
Black doves ream a circle
around my muddy feet.
Blades for plowing the grid
rest on engine grills
water runs and shakes the concrete.
Benches rise on balloon strings
framed faces and reptile confetti.
Kitchens open to a hail storm
long gleaming tables.
Faint movement of the clocks
the necklace glimpse
of a world without people.

Mirror wheels
on a train track of electric bass
cans and bottles blowing
in directed wind.
And a sash of cloth tattoos
from gun hand to grinning mask.

Popcorn fists of animalia
ropes on a swollen deck
seams blinking and heaving.

The heart of a bat
beating in the window shutters
an upside down pyramid's eye
that straightens the lightning bolt's path
to the water's lid
a bent door handle
fleshing.

Stacks of ointment
flicking golden lead
to the skies dissolved
fledgling strut through
the tubes of blood.

Hot breaths through me not yet articulate
the lightning strike of vertebrae
landing in horizon's turf,
heel grinding an arrow
on a granite mattress
crooked streak of snow to the wet mouth
tossed through the wrinkled altar.

Thatched reverberant peaks
pregnant with nutritious ice
sleeping currents over
knots of ripped moss.

Antennas of mercy and grace
leaking radiant ephemera
cliffside's pigmentation of chalk traces
bulbs of a patchwork womb.

As if there is a hole in my vision
from the waters of birth
a veil that opens the sky
that my marrow senses
formulae jangle out of the stunned trees
giving names to the blood in my head
each cell in the chain of being
setting a tramped-on garden
with a ring on the thorn of life
a roof that holds its raincloud of fallen knives
and a glistening tuber
the sound of the leaves all
coming down on a sheaf of pipes
a hillside spilling silt
and its light of many beams
from cracked sand
the curving ribs of a painted cave
giving forth to wood.

I went cigarette road and television way
over the slim flapping barriers
painted parking spots weeping
slugging the furry wheel
seats in a theater of packed dirt
decks of plastic output
riding immortal vines
blades in the earth
growing vein dark squares
wires pricking hot confined light
in the lay of silver rails
curves of sighing rock
and the carnival in the mirror
that remains in motion
while I ride on its breath
apart.

Diamond sides glinting
with denied energy
skid nimbly over
my covered table
tonight.

Rash renegades of the solar hustle
putting yarn to bed on glass.
Wagon cages rolling by
towards the leather covered bridges
trailing mated scars.

A network of feather boas
slipping around the footrest
of an electric mountain.
Stubs of the maker's fingers
falling into our clouds.