Wagons of steel on the fleshy spine path
bone chains chugging through erupted soil
the melted underground vessel
a fist of sand with ringed fingers
surviving cloudy hooks.

Hilltops in kaleidoscope's crescendo
a rain of fractured light
chipping away at bright rocks
the slime of slender foliage.
Amphibians hopping around
through dusty gloves
the prodded ground shat up
bronze bubbles of green throats
the song of the honking dark.

Thuds from a levitated pool
the shark in bikini shorts
cleaning his vein-specked teeth
with radiant newspaper.

Turf undone by running rails
worms perched on a sailing rock
bright segments of a space ship
drifting into patterned steel.

The prow of a glacial mountain
rigs glittering in the ditch
dug out for planting electric seed.

Cords whispering over blank land
for the screaming ax
taut skins a bone beaten blur
hoops and feathered blades
bouncing over the oceanic morning.

Plants of a wire fed
to the sunburst mosaic.
Rings of captured harmony
rearranging boulders.
Makers of the sex image
intertwined on a tin blanket.
Roman pipes of clay
through the American streets
melded with growing air
and outer space.

Cemeteries of the quilt
the moss on family names
incorporating static.

The formula for silence
a leaf hidden signature
body of bronze deceit
smoking in the grass.

Fringe on the balcony
hacking the breeze
ferret's gaze in marble.

A chessboard face
that closes on a closet
mirror.

Dominoes tugging a thread of light
across the centerpiece.

Muck's mouth casing a sunrise
myself polishing my weapons
in the window's favorite chair.

A pinnacle of green bulbs
forecasting glass
above the stone clouds.

Tapped-out electrical outlets
echoing through the ear hairs
of a million fucked customers.

Screens with their nude frequencies
carving out the forehead's
third iris.

Tides in a hall of red lights
surf's whirlpool of dirty mirrors.

Sap's rage and its tomahawk light
splitting the tunnel's end
the open dark of space
and its funnel for fettered language.

Glass beads of shattered wings
from the porcelain artifact
tinkling down deserted chutes
of an empty water park
fronds beating against the dust
on a plastic window
abandoned jawbone and fangs
chained down to the vibrating ground.

Solar flares flickering through
a ring of eyeballs
screens tilted to collect the sweat
of a human earth, plates buckling
in a flexible skull.  Hooks pointing
through the amphibian mouth,
the shore's fiery progress.
The top of a mountain path
blossoming with fallen light.

Slamming trash can doors
the fertile corkscrew
popping in a vacant wall of foam.

The farts of the powerful ring out
across a chrome auditorium
the congratulated animals cheer
canyons of numbered buttons
and severed fingers
compacted in the surge.

Rockets of mummified skin
colliding with latex sunsets
hot stems releasing flaxen seeds
to rot in the seething ground.

Words made dead and meaning diluted
the froth of a sanctified wound
spewing complex pus.

A gash in the celestial fabric
threads tied to the printing press
the knockwurst of righteous bodies
devoured by a carnival mouth.

Stacks of lip syncing cheese
affirming one anothers'
spiritual emptiness
red rugs on green fields
rolling up.

Treeline curves blossoming
like oil in water
the dark air over the highway
circles of painted lines
that can't be seen.

Rows of mouths
on a billboard reef
puffing submerged exhaust
rails of a skeletal head
dancing on magnetic wires.

Houses on a bed of stilts
leaning with a chill wind
painted by bright red spores
the deterioration of a shit kicked evening's
electrified screen of amps.

Doorways drawn to the moon
waves that slap the rocks
the tea leaves of deep forests
stove ring's kettle sending ropes of vapor
the ash printed grooves
of a brick seat.

Hilltop's curb of reflected echoes
the coal stain of fractured diamonds
pathways ruled by vacant wheels
rinds of the starry night's
material machinery.

Pyramids of cherry pits
in the hands of desert sands.
Polished wooden rings
shimmering around a stone planet.
The decks of empty ships
eating purple clouds.

Fangs in a severed arm's decay
become a body of teeth
shores lit by the tongues
of spreading oil.
Canoes across an open throat
that slashed at the sunrise.

Gills for a chunk of lava rock
the lumpen mouth and hard coal eyes
of a seed that swims away.

The groundhog's all puffed up with death
his scurrying rush has ended
fat next to the highway.

Turned over by schoolchildren's shoes
string tied to his spine
the helium-fed colors
of a birthday balloon
frozen symmetry of four paws
evaporating in daylight.

Paths and the paint of skin
coming off the warped terrain
eyes closed above the open mouth
cones clacking on the quiet tree's
cacophony of branches.

The balloon skin land
spiderweb cracked by
blood rain of birds
amp's pack of dirt
and the ear bones
riding sound waves
ripped concrete's tide
of corroded kisses
fresh stems welling up
in fire light cut sharp
the cannibal mercies
of the dance crowd
pecking and lurching
aiming rigged up bodies
and fragile hands
rubber sticks and stirrups.

Sheets of cold rain
on the plastic wrap
surrounding painted gardens
pine shadows across stain decks
writing a shivering image
bent light on the fountain's pinnacle
topping a hair cut hill
roots frothing and snapping
in the capped soil.

Dust blasted thorns
crawling around brick corners
slats of rain pounded red paint boards
the fungal sunrise
spores on colored latches
cracking metallic flowers.

The fallen airplane's gash
filled by a pond
bronze runway's circle of acid light
dancing thick brown water.

Tall waves reflecting
the lightning's bodily form
the gel between joints
a window breathing
vent's gush of vacant air
meeting the sash of organic matter
surf's leering fingers
that trickle across the corner sun.

Long grasses stuck to the pane
a hurricane in blown-out eye sockets
from some other moon.
Lank ferns draped on shale
the maple's corresponding unit
limp space tugged into lines
star's grid above cubes of wheat
treetop's sprig of wires.

A doorway in the soaring clouds
melting oily chains
to a floor of green
the laugh's last vapor.

The sky bull charges
through the stratosphere of my skull

for a moment I face without fear
the worms and the ants
tunneling throughout the grimacing remnant

a sheathe of daylight
comes down to adorn me
I stand in a strand of hair
and bleed from a burst follicle
the daylight's thoughts:

a rose petal cushion
adrift with anchor
on a liquid metal river's cusp
headed for waterfall

the dry syringe of the shore
a pumped moon
ailing hands that make the fire
singing above the empty cups
with a mouth of cut tongues
the brazen remainder
of life's ascent from slime
with no hat to tip
or lipstick to put on,
a wig of knives
with divine eyes
automatically blinking.

Bolts gushing from my mouth
fall on icy grass:
a spool of floating oil
splices them together
close to the magnet heart.

The earth quakes through
a throne of pebbles
moves bricks beneath
an antique pen.

Bending forests harness
the lassoed ink
and short circuit
my rib cage.

The incomplete bones sing
to the overwhelming sea.
An elfin touch fires my skin cells
blood rockets me over the trees

a set of barbecued lips
stains the rearview.
And a cobweb of abandoned thoughts
bursts into healing flame
from instant to instant.

Two forms of elongating bone
linked by ragged strands
sunlit chains and strips of rubber
long paths by the river side
exploding into zones of spores
docks tittering with bottled milk
a swan's mask of zipper tags

arcs of racing light
far beyond the planet.
Wheat shade in its rain of pins
bark's lisp from the trunk
in crashing waves
knobs gleaming as a choir
eggs riding piano wire
clock hand swimming
through running seed.
Triangle from deep space
a wedge of buffalo sun spots

feather strands painted into a cliff
by a polar wind
houses on sticks
with tattered streamers
cooing to the machinery of cards
that slapped them upright.

Finery of stitched
and grinning flesh
felt tipped sunrise
twitching on the bathroom tiles.

Racks of split wood in rows
leaning at the path sides
the faces under snow
and ashen dust.

Fur streaked ice
oil blossoming like linen.

Vine grown armchairs
levitating in the lunar haze.

Golden fringe
of the scratched
charcoal smiles.

Spring's gardens of winter
adrift in the yard
stalks drawing
undisturbed air.

Rock whipped paths
that circle what has bloomed
and departed.

Radiant dark
of the earth
that hides fire.

Chains in a glaze of rust
link's baby fingers
drawn apart by the dense
clay moon.

Cathedrals streaked with
barnacles and moss
the paint badge of lichens
alive on the steeple's aim
and lint stabbed organ
tail fondling stinger and fang.

Over the ruts and runnels
globe theaters of bouncing light
I see the breath of youth come out of you
like a waterfall of leaves.

Hammocks of hanging scum
shivering slime ropes
worms tapping of the star that shuts
above our swing set.

A myriad nude suicides
wrapped up in long gone partners
plastic damp chains and the lash
a velvet siege
worshiping the cracks
in a rounded scape
deep earth with a ring of tongues.

The frozen yard extends
through tripled towns,
immortal stations glazed
with petrol, milk, water
and smashed eggs,
rubber wheels turning
above a silver cylinder

the curving gaze
of a catapulted body
silk slips and furry needles
piled branches coated with
adhesive spray.

Orbs with layered cores
descending a cobweb universe
cracked ladders of a falling sun
the filthy harbor
of discarded celestial tools
a ring of gas reflecting
new light among the mirror jars.

Awe's crown
over the cracked ember
where too much ironic distance
has crept up between man and himself
and the forest leaps,
and the tug sharpens

an oceanic bubble leaks
through fissures of a thousand cliffs
the chairs set in silent circles
upon unoccupied lawns,
an ashen grid creaking
empty spires ripping
into knotted clouds

damp hand on a calm antenna
gems lit to the cloth bound cave.

Carts of labile fiber
and plant life
holding a lantern,
nets of gloss
and high-frequency eyes,
puddles of blood tar
curbed in well trimmed circuits.

Roads of rogue mercury ice pines,
frozen grapes contracting
in the ink-drawn belly.

Lonely at the sink, the sill,
the dust-fringed bottle.
Lines going out like spider silk
from the door of the unwritten object.

A green shaft
moves the tin dishes
aside.

Suds of the open pantheon
flow around the inhabited
forms.

Red light on the clay drain
sucking the back yard
the buzzed branches naked
with inscribed stone.

Rod of gold bundled brushes
handcuffed by the shower head's
water.

Chain oil shadow scratched
garage mouth sunrise

gleaming cuts in the flank
of hillside manor

metals trickling from the gashed cave mouth
whirlpool birdbath and beard wrapped moon

satin cuffs for the eye scraper
tucked in velvet blades

a stunner sat on moss
and the electricity croak

turned out hollow globes
all around that gravestone sanctuary
granite's marble door.

Fringe of the jagged chrome
milk dripping from a blade's handle.
Cream's flame stitching a cobra's neck
bones glued to sandy light.

Slithering rivulets among the bronze grass
the nostrils linking wide responsive fields.

A god of gold wheat
riding his potato anus
across the ripped corn,
muscular arc of architectural hallucination
without a bicycle's knotted movements
or the gaseous pout
of an engine.

A tiny, bitter tank
rolling the tongue's carpet

the smashed port holes
of a sinking helmet.

Rolling bark of tree trunk's buttocks
the dance of a thousand crotches
advancing an Egyptian facade.

Coins that jingle in the throat
photos burning the cave wall.

The calf print on empty china
lips winking on the stem's blender
bricks melting across
an absorbent lid.

Urn of the ashes I am
clear night til morning.
A crumpled brow
spitting out eyes on the pillow.
Taffy of pummeled days
laser-lit travel options.
Grace of the electric grid
wheels folding up
into the high bellies.
Cane of the statue that taps
at the end of my hall.

A bucket seat at the dock's end
one pole for reluctant fish
the language of the anchor
seared layers of prewrapped dawn
a cloud's colonic pen.

Stabs of the marked highway
cottages sliding down an open wave
light beams bursting from clattering boards
images of the oven inside the body
fangs trickling with blue heat
green life bundled within the torso
fence posts landing on pock marked concrete
a cloudy face of bees tapping a tower's windows
offices climbing on a steel rod and
panoply of fans
where the air goes to die.

Reams of jailbait hair
coming out of the twitching
medium.  Tar pouring
from the lipstick red mouth.
A chance to light up oblivion
with the orgasm chief.

Cars crashing beside her
as ocean waves crack
den windows and
vines of the ocean
form ladders on the
tilting decks.

Slabs and wedges of the animal
that runs and is caught
moving a mop's head
over the mirror tile.

Charms of the blue circuit
afloat on a brown wing
the plight of active stars
denied by unblinking network

mirage of windows
in the peak rock

overflowing lines
through height curbed grass
the deep embedded glow
of nestled shacks

shadows dripping
from the fire's illusion
stiff wings of a landed twig.

The ledge parts
on a nearly vacant room
one slight stool and thick table
tools to manufacture the daylight
one wig and drag dress
in an over painted corner
a heap of words
coagulating to the point of a spear
my perfumed and lacquered solitude.

Leaving books and films aside
to watch the fleeing clouds
over a bulb notched sky
creatures of the air
flipping and reaching.

Stuck to a zooming chair
vibrating by particles of water
blanketed like pencil lead
in the blade carved wood.

Chimney poke the propane tank sunrise
pitchfork teeth above the boarded over milky way
long body's limbs of train cars clacking like nutshells
across a leather string
the treadmill blanket's moccasin feet
padding in a wreckage of needles.

Seat crushed turf
halved pomogranates
glinting at the knife released light.

Skies of dancing wheels
and parasitic vapors
honey trails on the fog-lit hills
the sacred plastic
guarding septic millstones
walls of granite graves
descending pine doors

the bird eggs of a crashed helmet
and feather glue of tight knit hatchlings
the glow of a statuesque guard
at a lakeside gathering of candles

roof peaks aiming
for the pebbled ceiling.

Wind-torn throes of polished rock
and haircut paths
poison parted gashes
streaming from egg burnt moss
rut's army of newts
from under a log
the glimmer of regrown bodies
lichen coated bark
in a granite hand
wood's grid of newspaper strongholds
flames digging in cut leaves.

Back yard's wishing well of ant blood
bird bath of fertile acids
the vines pouring from a landed planet
following its rubber coil.

I'm spelunking in the king's tower
when the thin smoke carves it away

in the square lit markets
they're selling my memories
back to me at a discount rate

the kaleidoscopic gravity
of the palace walls
ink dribbled jewel cases
platform aglow with articulate synergy
the rain tap of falling coins
fresh knives of ice upon the tarp
that guards the goblet of my skull
while it swims.