Planets of water in bright
outskirts beyond the lens,
maps of radiant kelp
and electric vine
gloved ships dissolving
on bulbous atmosphere,
sculpted fire and fruit rain.

Wheels turning in a spine
of gelatinous links,
ink thread across
transparent hands,
the heated coils that scan
a farting android.

Lake floor rigged with tame explosives
knobs of a bobbing branch
tapping phantom ice.

The sky's burnt rug of lounging nudes
tracing disconnected headphones.

Fruits of a ringing bridge
a monument's scarf of moss
vibrating fireflies.

Stems of sharpened hollow glass
that puff gelatinous smoke
a news rack's mechanical climax.

Sheets of descending psalms
the hellish choir pouts
above a gluey hymnal.

Sun belt across the darkened water
wax highlight beam
shot through the kelp extensions
separating vapor.

Ragged slope's treaded onslaught of soil
tarred ears and eager holes.
Rolling glass gears and wheels
picking up their cousin sands
fiery figure eights on beaches.

Cobalt drums and cerulean rips
around the cardboard eyelash.

Closing credits projected on a brick wall
forms of flesh's perfection
showing tatters to the concrete seams
a forest's worth of swollen girders
two brass birds
dancing over a magnetic plate.

Vines incorporating curved skin
a droid's suit of milky thorns
wires rigged to mica on a row of rocks
an upturned plateau
glinting like a distant eye.

Fire in the evening overhead
the old pot smoker's
yellow eyes in the mirror
wood bench floating him high
with a brown breaded peanut sandwich
eyeglasses and guts in a bag
a fish scale footrest
sparkling galactic light.

A crane's split stomach
in the depths of a faded hand.
Candle wax surfaces
creased on a moving landscape.
Concrete ribs and limbs
against the thunderbolt blue.

Burned by images of renewal
and strengthened by decay,
the spirit climbs a pole to empty skies
halting electric strokes in mid-air.

Bubbles from a cracked skull
carry transparent sight
and the scent of hunter's blood
cascade of empty shells
swirling in mud-drenched water.

Nether lips glowing
from an octopus' beak
sucker arms athwart
skyscraper's sheen
whistling brain saliva.

Smooth fluorescent roads
headed for the cave heart.
Sorrows relinquished
to the beating waves,
the wings in the rib cage.
Dawns that eat the lunar surf
with a beard of fire.
Girders suspended by rubber bands
in a pause of wind.

A balance of claws
and chrome feet
that leaps a thorny bridge
vent grate tunnels
and widowed heat
the river's helicopter body
pounding a ring of webs.

Lettuce dressed with razor wire
the window that covers a wall.

Lakes ringed with reflective plants
humming human bodies,
washed-up wires twitching silver beads,
fences leaning on an echoing canister,
fibers wound close to bone
tied in buglike knots
water switching languages
humps of latex fur
throwing off eyes and holographic gauntlets,
paper trays in a gravy of blood
tracking silent blades.

Pepper seeds pulsing with metallic gnats
on a liquid table,
beetle wings' fingernail polish
flashing faceless talk
through a dark antenna
petrol's bulb of hair.

Tapioca roads
riding a volcanic canyon
feathers down glass highways
blinking words of pain
thorn lattices
that veil a stone terrace
lips of rippled screens
adding pyramids of chalk
to a frozen glaze.

Thinking of the parties of the past
those times and feelings are gone
and I don't want them back.

Too much beauty causes pain
too much pleasure brings sadness.
The tent that's left of my flesh
can only handle
a little light
at a time.

In the place where
whole peoples have
disappeared into the earth
I place my head
against the written stone
and cough a thousand wings.

Tables turned reflect
a hidden flame.

My craft and quiet art
goblet smashed in the twilight.

Cylinders of rubber script
riding hills of painted bodies
patchwork organs seeping yellow threads
the wet ribs of a parking lot
leaves flung to the dawn
stuck pulsing upon closed boxes.

Rings of ancient powder
reflecting distant forms
dirt paths on a chrome
linkage of tin roots
the subject's blood direction
and a flowering lash.

Dawns on a bucket's water
bundles touched by movement
that frays optic wires
moon's light on a handle's trigger
clean coursing through a rope of steel
the nude's fallen print on floorboards
night cloaked in shattered glass nerves

the sacred room is a chugging torpedo
steep folds and kinks
a penetrative chair
cloth snake at the edge
of a newsprint blanket
caked mug's razor attachment

chain linked mirror's fisted mouth.

Creamy wooden doorway
with salted eyebrows
open lips of the trunks
in an undulating mesh
bumpers rounded rusted chrome
paint antenna reaching number blinking
steel sign's inherited chalk
a rolling lane seeded with dust chaos
prints of a digital gash
rind bleeding distempered milk
a licked bowl's jagged rim
printing fever charts
the signature's one hair.

Sinks with dabs of dry mud
around the architecture's outer ramp.
Pipes running silt and bundles of slime
blades twirling in a high expanse
where spirits drop flaming boulders.

Swept-out rectangle rooms
chandeliers that dangle
dark roots and parsley
bent frame sipping a pipe
the herb's rippled ember.

My resonance coils
are working again: all earth
is oily fresh, a dew-struck
stone fence.  Wide leaves
ride against the gusts,
heat is reattached lightning.
The dim circuits of road signs
ooze into expanse
with a nexus green.

Rubber pads perch metallic motion
at the lips of a brick laid
waterfall.

When I lay slain in her flesh
and the wandering bulbs retreated
grids of bright wood
and gashed stone
of the mountain's peak
shook a connected wire.

Sheets of lakeside scum
twisted island spores
paint flecked piles of cracked shells
net's invisible hinges
path's lip of lactating mud
around a fish bone circuitry.

Cave mouth's iris
with descending hooks
plastic mold's ironic heat
where the sanctuary pops
a churn of liquid mineral.

Asleep in tin foil
and black velvet lining
bunks above rolling waves
earth cradled with transport
the running shoes print tar
around a satellite's outermost crust
leaping chasms with a wire
hooks and finger ladders
leaning salted walls.

Flat metals leashed
to green barrels
alleys bending straw
blades guiding a sunburst
the ghostly action of escalators
gloss antlers and their squads of ink
pulleys tied to pulp
constraining blossoms.

Craters from slate to soil
faint silica tracing
evaporated roots.

Fronds of tucked propellers
sucking the air and long sloping passages
down to an orange whirlpool.

Tacked-up days losing grip
upon rippling plaster
floating in a gutter that glows
stubbed resilient embers
and jagged vertebrae
the milk of thudding batteries
and sighing infant mouths.

Delicate blood cells plowing
a runway of blades.
Gills of the lid that turns
on a swollen fire.

Vault spreading at the hill top
leather pocket shine
collecting solar bodies
charcoal soap of the horizon
cracked eyes on a flapping screen
wigs dangling above a split stair
wheels jumping a velvet curb
trails of metal excrement
puking tiny forests
miniature falls and thin rivers
collapsing tin doors

maps of the circulatory spirit
riding blood in waves.

Diamond chip piles
sticking to the seven-story eyeglasses
skirting a ragged cliff
latex paint on the ascending bricks
chunks of blooming sod
glued to a sleeping treadmill
arrows of plastic moonlight
captured in mid transit
pink tails dripping from a bronze fist.

The season of lilacs has already ended
I hold a concrete corner and perch
a lashing sea in the blood of my legs
a row of seats beneath me
in the uninhabited temple's roar
teeth grinding and gold
long bones framing the skylight window
a hammock of sex weight
breaking on a hollow deck
in a nimbus of bird shell
tight cage of sunlit brains
crushing worlds of seed
with the blades of a rocking chair.

The dunghill's reverberation
sends me cakes and whistles
slick servants of a ruined heart
tacking skin to benches

wet bananas on concrete steps
a circling crib
rust and rubber going to shadow
the chains of light and night time

drawer's open for counting
fingers and hands
white shirted yellow grins
the rainbow slash of poppy seed
over a ragged deck
one gem lit pen on a milk can
faint clouds leashed
to a motionless chair

sunrise waiting on cracked wooden sills
to prickle fangs and dip worthy hands
a protected broom.

Glass bubble stung roads
the bite marks on small hills
fields flapping abundant color
a footprint's little streams
a headphone walk high
through the falling trees
sharing breath with rock
and reignited water
vagrant nest of leaves
on the carved mud
receptive wires
throughout the drowning cell
cracked icicle ropes
the rim of a forest's cake
suds of some dim bathroom
where I look out
from alleys of time
to a dawn no longer waiting.

Punched loose from the fabric
one windy night
never came back from around
the dresser corners and sweater arms
lips speaking to limbless movement
chair positioned in the hilt of the rocket's thrust
I am a grain storm's
rigged side of dusk on fire.

Parenthesis tip the water bug's path.
Slim girders of an iron road
tucking light down to its wrapper of rock
and cloth licked frame
form's rake
pole-vaulting the grave-hole.

Extra terrestrial birds
sky's thin wires of transparency
lips pressed to the blinking screens
a high blue light
in the chestnut rafters
the ribs of a water tank
electrifying a two handed drum
fluting a smoke tainted throat
from the raunch of a high room
the breeze that assembles children
limbs of an assimilating road
collecting crates of colored light
and black neon
padded turf
amongst the flying arrows
armchairs for a velvet war.

The spread basin echoes
tires crunching faint mass
where the shovels heap
diamond salt and disintegrated pepper.
A light-flash in the guts
mapping acid battery
the trap of connecting lids
an infertile tongue.

In my gauzy temple
errors poleaxed to the dead wind
a torn set of ribs
and a worn voice
thrashing the fan
the spill of soil on ancient tile
somewhere above.

Glinting pedals past
the stalled trucks
blade scratching a white road
bitches line the guardrail
cheering this last whisper
of a bright red headed pimp ass
thatched into the old brickwork
a thousand grains of sand screaming.

Guy who gets seizures
and has a blowtorch little dog
gnashed half his teeth off
in the bunk next to mine

eyes burnt out by too many movies
I move the hallway to the left
before shuffling it to the right
and an open door.

Stores of red houses
chimneys shaking down the dust
lines of tar through the brown leaves
green veined pads
and water drinking stems
hercules' labor
beard wired to the stereo that sent him
bronze figure of an aching torso
a thin cigarette
the swing set's shadow blade
and a sat on table.

Grains of vivid rock in hot slits
scrubbed circles on painted plains
the limp flowers of melting branches

wide grates with a thousand pointing tongues
the papered skin on panting cycles
a seared rubber baby, an aching automobile

the brain with numerous tails
skidding over platinum tables and tin wheels
bright madonna in a microwave door
winking tits and bracelets.