I will fuck the air
as an American.
Songs boiling out of the wood
seared throngs and needles
a cursory orgasm
before things get hectic.

Chains on the ivory
notebook of categorized dreams
that have passed through
a rotting world.

Giant's toothbrush
of battered fenders
racing lights of green.

A sheared off dwelling
through an eyelash net
blinking at the deserving naked.

Turning the water into light
levitating golf balls
flickering newsprint skin
adorning his clenched halo.

Coolers overturned
wide mouths of spilled ice
the hammer green and pitted sand
flags whipping and rattling.

Tender paths along the outskirts
peering from pecked-out tree trunks
slabs of bone vacating tar
heaps of dripping playpens
a cliff side subdued into streets
hot miles of speaking wire
a sun sized globe of paint
and a sparking tool.

The highway slithers
to a mountain's foot
a path's birch sides
flutter in thumbtack wind
light murmuring from plugged-in walls
far off over the stony fences
black dirt and thick wood
for the feasting brambles
and blades in the sky
storm's fertile thorn.

Cracked moon tracing
glass electric wires
the curve of the deepening water
long journeys below
swollen intersecting roads
and the bulge of the high split lens.

I'm a good porno friend for myself
thongs twitching on towers of vaseline
selecting tears that are beautiful

latching the mailbox shut
from the inside
towards the pouring graveyards
and fences whacked together
with hot wire.

Green roads perched like
claw footed clumps of hair
on the train pile-up horizon
and sunlit concrete bedroom wall
oily stacked wood and ash tainted
fertile pages
pink chimney's undermouth
where the drum rhymes.

Flipped Thursdays of rotten rye
long slates and grills smoking
a fingered ceiling lapping up a drink of vapor
spigots twining sap
from stretched wood walls.

A glass eye in the spiderweb cracked forehead
steering wheel ribs
a thatched company of lungs
rafts of rubber seeds
fans pushing water
heavy hairs of the mud smitten depths
and viny hallways.

Pock marked skull in the stony mirror
of a solitary rack
the tadpole ridden streamers
of an astral hole.

I will pound on your foul sepulcher
until the doorway's decorations spring forth,
carving with broken bone the form
it was once mine to adorn,
coloring plumes that come
from the dark blood,
the vein of mercy.

Threads of upheaval from
the mercury core,
searching river of deepness.
Blankets of time and fog
making the sacred phrases
swoon with emptiness
a rutted bough.

Oil burning in my throat
the singing of a distant sabbath
trash can catching water in the hall
antennas attaching to the lightning
drive-through screens jumping in time
long leaves of lettuce
smashed into a dumb face
ivories in a basket
leaking steam and vapor
ripped concrete floors
colliding wool with liquor
sanctuary passageways
roamed by a candle's guide
huge leaden spider doing
push-ups on a velvet lid.

The wood's message and the tingling rage
limbs pulled loose from a painted wreckage
tongues flying over the tree tops
banks of fertile snow
beads of ice sliding
the grooves of stacked wheat
horns blowing for bundled rods
coal floats skimming over fields of haze
dead curses propane scribbled on plow blades
the low aerosol sky
gesturing bags of feathers
and fondled ink
petroleum's peacock tail of eyes
inlet squawking through the tin storm.

The lake shore growls.
An island is getting licked
in the night.

Rust of mercy, time's
moisture-anointed movement,
pine needles activating sap injectors
the clack of hanging branches.

Steam writing upon brick walls
and drifting through chain link fences.
Barbed wire sunsets
painted with ice
above the rope locked
shop door.

In the far nook of a fortress tower
bundled in fuzzy string
grids of sound dousing the green lawn
seen from a stone window
and a web of appealing straps
buckle's thrusting knots
roof's dusk to the breeze outside.

Drapes hung against the slanting city
sidewalk's warp of melted video tape
the cracked kernel of a flying saucer
reduced beneath the surging ferns.

Form stabbed into granite
by a fountain's lash
a moss plateau sun hammered
and thorn fenced

the unclothed genital's electrical socket
hovering on a projector screen
above the lunar trees.

Rolling heat's abyss of cupidic water
trickling automobile blades
dropping wooden dresses
for fertile oil.

A rickety leaf stem's rust
between inviting lips
the sorrows of a lit path
and shrouded seedlings.

Sprung traps pinching the eyelash
from a rib cage engine.
Shorelines catching yarn
from a wreck of clouds.
Coin deposits lighting up the moon,
legs flashing on the fertile boardwalk.

A laser-led spiked umbrella
guards against reptilian planets
in the rear view, in the statuesque teeth's
electric blueprint clench,
the bitten fire, the spit
imprinted coal
that drops to a rolling basin.

Eyes drifting the oil slick
above the guts that drank the waterfall
and the singing sword.

Ash prints on a glass wall
pools along the cakewalk
bubbles popping in metallic air.

Vents heaving from the exits
flying designed bodies
foam limbs and lightning
a second door.

Ripped surfboards pierced
to the concrete whale skeleton.
Posts upright in a mound of gel
that covers fallen stars.

The slender paths
upon a shaken mountain
I've perfected my act
standing before the automatic water
with a sneer of twisted
moss in the earth
pouring from a dustpan sun.

Halls around the whirling center room
circuits chirping behind the wall hangings.
Shawls of shadowed heat
for the feline scratches
coming in from a foreign moon.

Curves of well pruned crops
on the silt-sprayed surface
collision of gas light with lava
the knife of an island
eating and sprouting the seed
that is pursued.

A handshake mirror
streamers of transparency
decorating the wrapped up egg.

My friend in the fetid hammock
dim light on his crooked head
cloaked guitar leaning by a cigarette pallet
back tables on a slab ticking toward the forest
twitching meter snow tapped
and fur of needles
the wings on his shoulders stooped
his luminous blanket
a drum skin salad
the reaper's rag sweeping
instruments clean
around his brick feet.

Speak to me, unbroken spirit,
twine leaves to helmet glass,
tar weaving on the ledge's cutoff,
lamps tilted by submerged chairs,
hills and their hammering seeds
around the woof of lonely rolling wheels,
shod light trickling into the canyon,
wires paved over and magnetic pebbles
stinger glued to the honeyed heap
plume saluting my nowhere mile.

Rimbaud in the concrete closet
ripped rags on the upper floor
buckets of cursive suds
dock's latch of basement block letters
the singing in power lines.

Ridges with the network
frothing torment of vines
curbed outlooks up against
the cream atmosphere
propeller eyes in a sinking delta
peninsulas of salt
from the dawning reef.

Months in motion over the earth
a quiet seat and smile
duck wings flapping wet
on the cooling water.

The empty gaze's
gem of fire
wide paths for walkers
and a blown rail
silk roots of gnarled things
and a flute hewn hollow.

A grey line through the seething sky
seed's pouch of folded farms
the blood of pretzel bones
in a spotlight's simmering rescue
curves of polished wood
with rag cushions
floating on the cloud cover
beneath a consuming airplane.

Life cords poisoning a row of masks
the dream of a weightless fortress
silver webs cloaking the brown sea
jellies lit upon a surging crest
the deity's hat brim
smoke blasted and crimped.

Chains of feminine musk
arranged across the sunset
tongues looping lifted brine
the split tail's preview.

Honey glaze lips on the dim marquee
dog fur flashing in a swirling eye
the ripped vortex is a halo
over a wet deific head
pools thrumming with a demon torso
faces caked in the cinema light
and I shrink my amazed bees
to a flowing pinhole
and I unshackle my herd of heroes
pumping latitudes of reproduced lives
through tender circuits
on a silk board
blown wig of the roving operator
gaze flown to a burnished globe
soul's inertia turning
from source to source
backward in time to the dropped body
thinking on linoleum tiles.

The coal broke scattering snakes
thick wheels of a rumbling throne
roaring that sorts them out
a blade the branches pulled from the trunk
dripping rubber paint and cattails
closing a watery wound
long patches with spiders' eggs
rising and ribbed gardens
sacks of tousled wheat
dabbed with blue dye
blinking at the most remote doorway
framed hallway's furthest stretch
a stationary armchair
glass patches popped and stacked
by the melted god.

Roads beaming over the river
vents that open the air
chains in a velvet glade
dry earth crumbling
from fertile hinges
the laughing navels
plugged with candle wax
vision sliding through pine boxes
packed particles
under the steamroller.

Sheen cracked
of the chrome surface
splashing wells in mascara lined
metallic depth
little oiled hairs
grain's accumulated sunlight.

The ember speaks
from the palm of a declining hand
spores push paths and reflecting light
over the descriptive language
rips in a dead sky
dripping with cracked stone

dimes flash on a long branch
from a  deep valley of minted coins
chimneys cut from cloud chunks
the puddles in swift departments
wires and woolen tools.

Racks of dissected bulbs
shelves ticking with oyster alphabets
and their dusty letters
rings tapped in a box
slim vessels waiting for
the shape shifting diamond.

Seats in the ice
of an arctic stadium
cups full of the spectrum's light
that reflects and breaks.

Voice of thousands pouring
from the excrement of upper decks,
vines and the bones of feet
strangely connected.

Rings of polished glaze
the mute hose wielder
burnt marble in foam
lava's gravity flexed
and penetration saddled.

Carts across a windy sheet
speech written in ropes
the sun's cap of descending snow.

A running side of grey
around the red field,
ice climbs to the skyward splashes,
the cut up days floating downstream,
vapor attaching to the laughter
in double layered staircases,
beds laid out on open floats,
a tin faint edge
skirting exploded blossoms
and the thin rain
from a tire pit up high.

In a tattered piece
of the neighborhood
I am getting a recent haircut
my face looks like it's been
torn off and put back on.

The lines continue through stars,
thick carpets darken.
The yield of squares in
dim painted tar
begins to sag and put forth
bone bridges.
A train car of parties
drifting by without light
on the fettered path.

Stick figure's velvet
climbing the pile.

The tribesmen were there,
letting desire flow freely as water,
and I was fucking the women,
letting a prod into me to be made useful,
face in a salty rump
for the grasping snatch
slit leading me forward.

They took me down their electronic river
their heights of glass and their scimitar smiles
rash touched waiting rooms
and the half gloom of rock bridge undersides
names of a painted torpedo
rugged paving stones.

Mirage that drums the air
breath's net yanked flat against
agitated space,
and a wanting bubble
streaking past a stick-shift moon,
red mushrooms blossoming
in the pond's bottom
where the forked tongue
separates into sexes.

Granite cards of lettered steel
rising through a crimson earth.

Cloud's cotton clumps on chains
lowered through the atmosphere.

Nickels and dimes stuck to veiny seams
thin rivers pulling loose
towards a higher dimension.

The kneeling statue's bronze
tarred and feathered with angelic spit.

Burst of a sack-borne shadow
burlap splitting into purple light.

Orgasmed puddles of info
the acid's blueprint taking root.

A fitted spaceship's flute
crossing antique worlds.

Ripped spleen overcoat
leaking masks to metal roads
grates opening across the underground sky
an eye's hook to catch
curves of mineral colors
a burst head dangling flags
rings of tattered light
whirling around a stone center.

Ladling green
the long handled terraformers
carving gelatin land and sea sparks
soaring reefs from the shadow growth
long fangs of extinct energies
reaching the clouds.

Broken eyes in glass taps
the staring foam
reflects a demonic mating dance
scuffed floors flickering
in undulating glaze
the wire squares bending
outward into circular ooze.

Popcorn bodies and chattering chips
the milked recessive orators
turning on their leather stools.

Handles that crack in the night
above flushing drain pipes
the grave's ulterior gas
and the arc of space.

Slender paths in time
gripping the roots they snake through

knives across a plate
letters dancing space
the programmed rot of ages
smoke coiling against a high wall
scattered sheaves of meaning

the human race is a prison
chugging through tender soil
silver wax metallic fangs
protruding from a file cabinet smile.