Strangled pillows at the cliff's top
eyes of hot water with no center
bleeding brown strings
and paper pebbles.

Poles painted by claw marks
throughout the creaking valley.
High windows having
swatted away the bullet casings
splattered with indwelling skulls.

The coffee grounds of earth's meek filth
vibrating on a fallen satellite dish.
The long tables of ghostly conferences
splintered through a dinosaur's thorax.

Salt limbs coated in metallic honey.
A brush of wire rolling the credits
into violet flesh.

Rubber roll after rubber roll
over a bright pink body.
Sky dome sprinkling glass eyes.
Closets gushing mounds of cloth crumbs
down vibrant stairways.
The high window open
on the rushing branches
has become a scented door.
Trunks reaching past
grey basement music
plunge the fertile earth.
Barrels crunch over a bony mattress.
Armored vessels of temperature-suspended sleet
collide on the attic dance floor.
I thumbtack my paper anatomy
on the headboard above
your sleeping form.
You finger the holes in my little feet
and collapse the red dream.

What I find in dreams
I cannot keep.
Awake on layers
patchworked into sleep
the damp dawn cries
to the damp night.
Brightness kept and cut
and advertised continues
tracing a waterfall
the tire marks of flights
already departed.
Clouds hacked by
the flatulence of small gods
grass fondling the various impacts.
Running water circles in hollow blades
the sinews of darkened speech.
Bones tinkling like pencil lead
on a brass expanse.
Vines handling the center
of a singing hammer.
Rooms falling through
a castle of cartoon panels.
Glass letters that bisect the sun.

Angel of green death
on the soaring blades of water
headdress carved of dark momentum
and a diamond handle
scalpels in the brain folds flowering branches
tagging curtains of ice air
the mirrored iris in floating crystal
sinking home to petroleum wells.

Crests of soil pouting red clay
the binding of stalks and rigged shells
flicking a thousand masks.
Tent poles of bone propelling popped gum
gilt edges of sprayed wood
cutting melted continuum.

Frost on a ring of welts
the drawstring of ethereal spines
and rainbow scales
fur's cap of empty heat
knots of darkened matter
crimping a fertile rift.

Dancing radishes on ten foot twine
lithe bodies gliding a sun belt
hands tacked up against
the galactic cork board
seething arms and legs
on a pile of pretzels and twigs
flexing and cradling chains
locking up a box of blood
the wood color of sandy drives.

Plastic drums move towns of heated rubber
the bass tap of failing flesh
cataloged in thermometer.
Arrows carry sinking flames
tanks of crapped cartoons
the uproar of milky paint.

Roaring dusk with no center of light.
Sparks on the fringes punching tickets
bones tapping buckets of wet leaves.
Gymnasts with gelatin curves
swinging from a jawbone sky.
The heart with all its echoes
thumping in a stiff rag.

Curtains bulging over storefront windows
springs and paper of slamming drawers.
Wires in plaster of sobbing pipes
a deep mask of running eyes
where the blade slides
over the deli counter.

Mercury fingering bus stop benches
the grid of sacred metal
flinging female form.

Furnished lots and boot-bent cans
for the secret superstar of torn wings,
firing on nets of hard light
separating in the painted canyon.

Propeller hands pushing at the earth's air
to stand on blinking planetariums.
The dream of flight stopping
at a cornered sky
and a dangling cord.

Blank eyes through the pounded windshield
stereo still playing what the living hand selected
pebbles raining from an electric wave of dirt
tapping metal through paint
blood in its array of drumbeats
the mode of subtracted things
scowling with insight.

Elms hanging upside down in a thick fog
gum suit snapping on a warped skeleton
blood singing upward to the dark veined cloth of sky
barns with branches and corners with mouths and tongues
a pouring lava's alphabet scum
spines tied to a ring of heat
in a tooth floss chamber

wakeful birds on liquefied stone
gardens frozen to the tick tock morning
feathers packed in dimes
a pipeline of blown open eyes
fiend's rope of spit
an elevator of smoke
meat cradle in torn hair
sowing empty lungs.

Long planes of forced footpaths
crossing like liquid ropes
pulling hills and beached hot rods
heaps of painted foliage
filling up a bulge of clear glass
jutting rounded wings
the high breasts of a corroded body
flinging milk to spinning shells
the earthen thrusting of concrete posts
windows stuck to rusted metal poles
doorways and their sandy ramps
tonguing the street
the swirl and carved place of tepid offices
and finished dining rooms
colliding with unlit space.

Towers of pipes and wood boards
twine of bodies plucking the air
from the open levels and sex performers
leather masks in a gilded frame
the tooth blink of emergency light
fibers corn rowed on a lengthening form
bed pillows cluttering the curve of a river
the sun burst through motionless cars
a map of high stories
colliding with mates unmade
paint desk on the thumb of a wave
tentacles' mechanical cream
for a molten thistle
the scaffold's slinky
landing in an open electric palm.

Canyons of vapor
tin glasses of blue smoke
hills and hacked realms
and pulsating muscles
all bones of a sandy valley
coffee teeth to the shade of a pine
squatting to absorb the thrust of the gravestone

curb's a waffle print on the bicycler's forehead
the grain's hinge of cracked beans
pills denting skin and rearranging
the rows of secondhand stomachs
and electric lined furniture
where we lie down with coiling heat
and get up with curdling ice

coins to chip the laundered landscape
lever benches under an ashen sun
watching shadows reach for satellites
from a chain mail rug.

Veil of flesh slapped up against the galactic slab
crumbling flour of stars
punk hills imprinted upon this cheeky dough
long leaning highway trees of the hair road
bronze tears of dynamited rocks
the bright sex lubricant of decaying fortunes
desk chair cut by flanks that have bitten
imaginary lunar air
big waterfalls of singing plastic
and a ring of black doves
churning with wooden superman
fork of solitudes pouring bread
wet page of days on the prison's grated floor
souls twitching on a crimped electric wig
my nest of hourglasses
and hardwired grass.

Temple of burned out veins
where ore goes sinking--
aisles of spilled brass boxes
trickling slanted floors
bright lit stone in buried cubes
shining poles and rope pulleys
lids on acres of festering laundry
panels dropping into a liquid eye
that knows sadness
from the roots and tarnished ground
from the blood rubber of fake slit bodies--
in the broken toothed urn that sings
from a human mouth
with the attempt to construct a human,
to be a pierced cell, a mute
undirected ember,
the cracked lips of a forced calling

phallic processions in empty offices
skitter of polished rocks
outside the river and the framed scenes
flailing with a funnel for whirlpool heat
and the metals of a shackled city
running piss through wheat
and tadpole dreams
over the spent and puckered chaff
licking locks of daydream form
with a woken snarl
a veil of hard bladed bark
scimitar of reflected water
riding atmosphere's bleeding orb
for crumpled bridges
and their incidental lilacs
all dangling this telescopic priest
and his crease of echoes
the muffle of a wounded heel
on a fished-out mound.

Flint sparking in the walls of the cliff.
The storm that cut the curtain
passing by with no special sign.
Funnels cooling in the rock
that speak to the molten underside.
A rolling coin that traces
a circle of ashes.

The casement turns a wall into the plane
where my eyes leak outward into space
lidded hills cracking telescope halls
in the rogue bulk of earth.

The seeing lands sinew my heels
pink acids shape the air with my hands
the portals of a buried ship
lasso stingers through my pores.

Legs of a tin shack
pock mark my forehead.
Tabled light flows and drips
the rounded corners of a dying game.

The edible wings of old bats
aged beyond leather
in a stadium the mind keeps.
Arrows brushing a fresh violin
as they pass the cradled center
and thunk in the backdrop's
vacuumed wood.

A sparrow pecking the palm of my hand
as I ride the embankments
green of a heaving river
vines on the singing turf
swamp's root to fur in the air
a diamond helmet in wiry scarves
beaming light through a highway
and an open mailbox
stirring within the money of the dead
brightening shores and heaps
flesh land on its bones of wheat.

Bleeding bulbs on the sanctuary wall
try to tell me who I am like alphabet tissue
cool skies without a hope my lump will heal
me looking up at them
like a woodpile with eyes or a toy
a collection of bones in sand
mapping a velvet pentagram
watching the stack of flames at a podium
destabilize the whole horizon
and then the power of man
a mere match head fizzing in a shallow goblet
stems of bitter fruit prodding the sunken body
where the heat and heart shaped leaves
come pouring from
a fork of converging waters
that sparks with stolen light
and clay that cradles the moon.

When he would peak
we would peer into his leather.
Then he would open the sun
and drive a hard bargain.
Ridges of overgrown surrounding hills
glinting out like knives.
Puffs of the steamed earth
like gears in a transparent engine.
Glossy trails winding over
the compacted fauna.
A-frame houses dangling
in spider web.
The planks of besieged symmetry
jutting forth in lines.

His shoes rasping with diluted fuses
finally taking off like a rocket
after the other bodies had gone home.

Stained quartz of the way I moved
winding over the gas plateaus
lettered lines on the paving
curtain's mane of descending clouds
touching turf-topped cars
and the sprayed length of fallen trees.

Climbing the long peak of the spire
gun-toting phantoms on the leafy boardwalks
sun frothing like a hollow disc
against the putty barrier.

Glass bulbs stirring with limbs and wipers
at the pillow peaked ledges.