Black night's wages
of the silver lake
curb's licking grain,
spilling aluminum cans
into the covenant,
rinds coughed
over the undulating boards,

a boat with many shelves
feeding the deep rock,
thick jelly shielding
encapsulated lights,
the cracked shell mending
a fertile hinge,
shovel's turn of a raw murmur

tongues of wet clay
waking the immovable
trope of bones
for the fish in the eye hook's bramble.

Fate should take my mask

as many have, leaning
down by the stone

scriptured wanderings
that inhabit marrow
without an imprint

and that imprint darkened,
long roads from the scribbled birch

planks landing from a scanning beam,
stunned blinking from the desert
with religious personalities,
to be beheld as fiction.

Stacks of empty light
the long hill under the leaf

I observe the squadrons
trying the timeline alteration machine,

lines ascending from the blade,
alarms that accompany that ascent,

the firm altar
         ax torn and fresh
tabled,
             One need
a grip and welding color

    one tar tipped
             evening.

Slashed rubber's milky invitation
rims glinting with articulate breath
on metallic roads.
Symmetry of reflected pines
radio tower's feather
the planet's skull
in a ring of ashes.

Breasts pouring hot tar
from the clay vessel,
a bladed seed
sinking through gelatinous soil.
Denim wall's swastika cleats
and styrofoam torpedoes.

Grinning gaps in wooden clothing
stretched across the liquid
of outer space.
Cleft heels dug in
and sprouting veins
in the moon's cool dust.

Clips of machine-torn wool
oozing glass bullets
turf's track of lips
smacking and softly cooing.

Shut eyes tapping little hammers
flashlights on the floating wallpaper.
A cage of ruined rooms
circling a dead star.

River beds hacked to mud lace
by bone feet.
Water tunneling mossy channels
beneath the thriving trees.
Head dresses of scorched leaves
to adorn the dancing unwashed skeletons.

Cushions of salted beef
wearing radiant snow.
An oiled shack rising through
a basement's murk
ripping the mansion floors.
Sun's web coming out of it clean
touching tools of an incapable god.

A mistress' bristled violet
tufts and ancient seams.

Beet red legs
from the curvaceous mouth
of the cemetery.
Cracked strings stretching
from pole to pole
sending shrieks of alphabet.
A flake melting
on the town's tongue.

Gymnasiums draped in hard syrup
quaking leather seats.
Rinds cut gashing the wisp
of a circled cloud,
a vine-strung elevator
peeling wasps from
floor to floor.

Punctured stages
sharing antique men.
Keys to the waffle iron doors
heated graveyard teeth.
Quartz of a ticking eye
bleeding tangled orbs.

Genital moss
carving around the mailbox
a star system's persistent
central void.

Planes of slate rivers
by the flowing sea.
Chutes flapping at
the sand storm.
Lint rivulets carved
into the beast.

Everyday light scattered
from the shoulders, the walk.
Falling from the highest pine twigs,
the seed's metallic implant.

Slim wings for concrete air
bright ribs soaring across
a skin flask
frame wet for casting a dry mirror
the seats of poked roses
spitting shiny beads of ink
screens pissing digital blades.

Charcoal cracked on piled water
hisses planks of lint space.
Dolls of pitted wire
dancing on an arc of soil.
The trumpet's clam catcher
fractured by yearning particles.

Yarn from an oven's mouth
hooked with shriveling tongues.

I am burning my eyes out
on the things I love.
An iron maker, two colors of grass
the lungs of my stuffed sternum
calling to the rocks of
the mountain peak.
Moths flowing out of my archive.
A glass door in the reflected corpse.

Tan depthless lenses
in the energy sector.
Wombs and sockets moving toward
the stacked lights.
A parcel wrapped in tin wire
sprouting fevered limbs.

Boulders landing on a head of eyes
stems and pebbles clipped
and floating in a bright ditch,

I see you coming to me braided,
shyly undulant, cutting
the veil of shade
with fresh scrubbed skin,

twerking the rusted symmetries
into hot carved curves,
tabling my restless frame
to be darkened by your inner light.

Strained fibers bringing forth
an enameled rose.
Ridges worn to permanence
in the surge of things.
Planetary rings turning
to visible water.
The splashing of solar gas
on a radio headset.
Tears and their wings of gold
in the silver dawn.
Chemical energy of streets
worn down into the bone.

Optic feelers
touch the foundation's keyhole
sinew's tremor of light
leaking paths of stone.

Twinkling gaps in time
sighing from a strafed deck
bass note's humming branches
fingering the dispatched and painted air
brick's shadow of thundering bones.

Tossed-up symmetry breaking
on the curves of a leaf.
Tanks of bundled floss
machine gunning the open field
with readymade gravestones.

Cells alive with
pinpricks of darkness
that will cause death.

Spikes in treeline color
that flicker like the edge of a wave.

Speck-ridden breezes
messing with the facial recognition
hammer.

Threads of begotten ooze
tying up the trip wires.
Liquid salt that scratches
the ripped perimeter.

Engines falling out of bodies
and connecting with rippled sand.

Violin cases shedding cobwebs
in a shadow's drift,
while the bulk of guarded things
rolls toward them with a gooey center.

Nails to tickle
the laser-made stigmata
as the blood becomes
a fading shield.

Pearls of the flank
that sorts water
with fire of bones,
wheels of the eyes
uncovering shadow.

Pawns melted to the wet
ground.  Salamanders moving
the earthquake needle.
The stripped yarn of time
yanked tight as razor wire.

Stilted wanderings
that end in a glow.

Peak fringe eroded,
the bridges bend.

Shops in the chinks
of an ever extending spine.

Swirl of vapor
descending into language.

Cartoon bodies,
no cartoon falls.

Lamb's curl
on the iron
midwife.

Sandwiches of scripture bologna,
charred by hot teeth.

Lids of a metal grave
to make noise over.

One paw signing a map
the lightning's condition.

Props and guns
of a wig-strewn
man's room

the long arch
of liquid tar
leading down to the bone bath.

Flipped-out stars
a red smear
on the yarn-spinning behemoth

the resting spots
of galaxy imprinting lasers
rooted stem and thorax

to a beauty queen's helmet
riding sparks and wet flax
where fur leaps polishing
the knife holder

an acid blanket
on the aching round eye
tracking through the
nocturnal force field
a penetrant dart

a wolf's flask for nitrates
and a silver stag.

Tongues leaping to and from
selected rock paths,
dipping bright colored fronds
into the heavy lidded atmosphere,
ferns in glass puddles
a hearth of broken icicles,
the oil on metallic gloves
glinting like a lizard's eye.

Flatline gladiator
faint rubber maker
strewing plastic grass
around the cranial ex auditorium
bare torso and scissored flange
cruel stars and parched demigods
slithering the ankles
of a buttery king.

Hacked loveseats and acidic moon
the seat belt's exhaling rainbow
head cushion stacked with sunset capsules
lines on a park swelling like yeast
the swinging shadow
chained up in clanging
vitamin green adulthood
as a ring of airport chairs.

In the lopped off corridor
voices are taking their fleshly form.

Light crackles at the limits
of the opposite entrance
winged zone's departing swiftness.

Cliff side's blinking adverts
the trunk of a chocolate soda
vents of skylike prominence
cracked embers seeking a configuration.

Riveted silent tables
ascending pillars of sexy smoke.

And the stylish bullet hole
in the gown wrapped around
a poor sucker's head.

Circles casting their light
in the last days of the measured world
a brick bouquet
speckling the human tidbits.

Faces sprouting leaflets
the delighted fauna.
Cubes and their cuboid smells
snacking on electrons.

Roofs and their lattice guards
that shrink the machinery.
Twisted turf and its
cannibal shadows.

Vine-scarred curbs
giving permanent twilight.
Swamp tanks and their
eggs of thought
webs poked about the frame.

Sanctuary's foam of glazed air
tucked in dusky banners
hot rings of singing thread.

Rat's face on a thieving body
arms fetched from the supply shed
bolts hitched to a surviving tree
sucking up the turf war.

Pans and bells adorning shackles
flowing speaker wire and high red walls
glass abandoned in a sinking brick
soul's fever in a tin shell.

Slapped against wet cushions
designed by the special academy
the diamond headed one
for intelligent people
who understand sadness.

There's a picture of me
falling under the world.
And a half-cut roll of dough,
and a knife with a pickle.
Seams tracking light
from a scar, the electricity's
music flaring, a diagonally
plummeting silver cube
on tied-up wheels,
a door near the onions,
a winter's frost.

Scorched fingers
dancing over the keypad
in the back, among
the wrapped cheese
and hanging brooms.

Sun on the silver decks
of oiled metal
the twisting hook and series
of round blades.

Bars and ceiling loaves
horizon's heaving oaks
a sprouting razor wire
its leafy tendrils
levitating a steak knife

surf's curve of grain
along a vine wrapped fence
dark berries and ruddy hips
the drum skin of the driveway
raining bouncing balls.

Arrived with salty curves
glistening around the dewy eyes
with bruised coloring;
an unsure nimbleness
erupts here.

Side tables with the crap news
chimes clacking on guitar
ruts in the concrete freeze
slipping in the sweetened hook.

The dim lit smoke
of sanctuary mornings.

Waves of cream colored stacks
wounds yielding harvest.
Wide stitches with oily corners
lipstick printed
concrete thorns.

Lids of a kettle drum
handled by lunar gloves.

The rain paths
across loading docks
leading to a shuttered table

tics and their accumulation of moss
to ready a birdbath's acorn.

Strides and sparks
of the never ending rail
quills tucked into the pores
goddess of a pine ridge
with cream and waffles
ghost tread skidded
through the aisles
sinus belt's tug of sky
velvet's entire sword
sleek chromes
of a rounded engine

the starved horizon
bent on gas fumes
and leaking blended light
thorns of a fur strewn balcony.

The ground hog searching the grass
is a brown spark
of divine light.
The branches that shadow him
continue outwards
in abounding grace.

Grubs flicker in soil
his green teeth
take them from
the mercy of the ground
his fur glistens with luck
til rain drives him under the ferns
and trembling bushes.

Thunder mounts the moist sky
an electric sleet
ticks at the windows
like an old machine.

Maybe the great labor never ends
as even the grain corrodes and cracks
behind a fan of muscle
chairs remain empty
locked in a clear glass room
rows painted and waiting.

Bodies bleeding out of the flower mound
slim exercise for everything and the color green
drum heads doubled up in the mushroom stalks.

Bronze eyed throwers
flayed with white mud.
Waves that curl at the tip
and pause alive as pen ink.
Furrows running that have spoke their depth
shipsides bending to the ancient life,
a cracked quartz
in the distant surface.

Ice ropes nipping at a glass hinge
living candelabra.

Souls washed up on a hot beach
or a silent peg
adrift in a newspaper office,
beast carrying my decorative belongings
over a faint hill,
and the cave mouth
slash of light at the entrance.

Armies in rows on each rib
vigilant in the bath tub.
Eyes in a peacock array
tracing wallpaper gold.

Sighted through the steam smeared window
many generations of man
and a hundred revolutions
and the last sneer
abed.

Tongues in a desert's ring of fire
cool to glass
roots coil around the snails
ruts begin to speak with wet dirt sides
berries cracked on the green snag's fringe.

My helmet's eggshell shard
is a bed for a snake
ribbon's lash for untied vapor
stalk's needle threading woolen vertebrae
the mouth on the steeple
swift movement in high hallways
and the circling bell
froth of the night sky
an electric glaze.

The rock seat nudges
separating parts
fruits bitten by the run of sap
a lunar sledge
latched in a lightweight briefcase
stuck to the ledge.

Sparks along the rim
horizon's reservoir,
streaking green and slashed orange
tumbling burnished rails,
fractal's cotton on the highway
the bead on a gem,
gloves folded beneath
a fallen chandelier.

Minnow galaxies
twitching rainbow eyes
over the beetle's wing path
silk of insect legs
in the seam of a leaf's palm
pincers flickering in white molasses.

Dial up bones
punched silk in a courtyard
skin's water boiling off
eyes floating in bronze tapioca
threads of blue fuel
pouring towards the alphabetized heart
the touch of liquid metal.

Stuck to an ascending wall
the tin spirits rise without roots
to the hemorrhaging sun
hot ink in the affected silos.

Wings transparent flick
across the cobalt sprinkled mica
checkerboard pipes vomit linoleum fangs
rippled ground's horizon window
an arrow's ocean
crawling vine's light.