( for Steve Lindsey )

I tune in the damaged world
and then I tune out.

Light wobbles high up
on the dusky corners.

Some mercurial storm
is making the airwaves.

Faint and bubble wrapped
shots are tapping
like an uncracked Morse code.

Somebody took my airbag.

Somebody left a stain
in my lunch.

The stool's feet on the spreading ice
attach to a keyboard ship,
the sun cracked air lifts off
and straightens the combed-over trees
on the chain linked side paths.

Roots in the frozen depths
turned like a lid
open to the moon's
dragging orbit.

Feline stripes and split paws
eyes near the rhyme's equator
fury with a mic
ripping soul for a pierced
cluster of wires.

Water lapping at the steps
of a landed missile
cat paws in roaring tunnels
the outline of an unbroken man
emerging from a pile of torn webs
streets that corner the light
and make it glow
the map on the slant of a pulpit
flickering blue circuits
and bath curtains
a dream arranged by hands of silk
dimpled fuel for a mirror
dim rolling clouds
taken by a hammering diamond.

Farms upholstered with ornamental rain
the force of gasoline for escaped wild ones
a thread phoning in
from a high barrier or sunken land
an eye on the corner
photographed by buzzing strings
the paralyzed whale underfoot
stirring submarine piano.

Shadows hiking over orbital slabs
hands linked and then released
within surrounding tentacles
living flaps and hidden tongues
screens blinking above athletic fields
the dark stage warming up
the weight of the concealed center.

One rustling egg of taut vines
and flowing water
tumbling across the stone-cropped
green bulge of plains
close to the boundaries of melted mortar
cute curves' rubber stench
through the swinging wood.

The fine chiseled edges
of a woven field
circled pools and splattered corners
yams that effort deposited
in puddles of molten iron

tissue paper ears
on heads of solid wood
skids of golden wheat implanted
in the writhing and roaring earth
where the slow motion sky's
projectiles have been eaten

tiger stripes of dawn.

Shanks of a smooth dancer
emanating from the secret will.

Slopes of glimmering tar
passing the recent escapade.

Rails of bone flowering milk buds
strings of fettered innuendos.

Time in a riding barrow
stems and leaves attaching
to long phosphorescent hair
wheels chirping through the cut
inhaling grass.

Towns and cities in a hive mind's
slippery walls
the glass bulb and fragrant books
oil of wrath's vertebrae antenna
bent handle's grin of steel.

Keep rowing the blade
through all the glazed sticklers,
wind the snaking aisles
looking without them,
the web in the jar,
the fetid clutch reuniting limbs,
a standing cube, the nude one
with the long gloves,
dust producing fiction,
a seated pearl.

The island stacked with high tools
and tools in tool boxes.
Snow's channels running with
dressed heads and gliding
over veiny shovels.

Screens on an acid moon
the framed shelter
a boomerang heart
and the mirrored calling.

The coil in the rusted milk can
red porch every morning
dog trampled raw berry patches
frosted pine stick thistle berries
whales beached on the open rooftop
blanket bathrobe and rolling lawns
a shelf of high strung masks
representatives with charts,
the whole hippie wagon
then boiling captured dusk,
hair color linking the fleet
of pagan avatars.

And no sleek decided waiting,
no rims without countenance,
riverside foam stuck
from retracted waters,
honking shivering sax
and stripped shellfish,
piled into unity
with descending floors,
made to dance on a pillar of scum,
land's rug of eyes with nobody waiting.

VASELINE BIBLE

Heck is a toner and tubes,
a jar of cold text in the twigs
invasive cream and a pancake makeup
spindles of yarn with lemon wedges
ice water bath gaps between plants
bright orange red heads that rake my thighs
hatch wool, silk, fur, eating animal fiber
colored and patterned evenly among the plates,
with a long, curved beak, popping champagne buildings,
coming cobras, green pit vipers, and the ruins of a two
with moss, engulfed in vines to defy gravity

The crucified thatch
of a dancing ass
fiber optics popping
over the serene field
grey autonomy of grass
in stricken moonlight.

Uniform heads on sticks
jawbones clacking
to the same stuck tongue
serpent souls nonetheless
traversing the cross
in a fern handkerchief helmet
god monkey's ink injected body.

Hip's turn for the well rounded stinger
wings of a spinach demon
with blown out gems for eyes
pursing the refrigerator door
spigot's ring of stained incisors
combs gnashing pornographic blades.

Winding and windmilling arms
of the rad torso,
guts pouring from the cliff lip,
the dip in the trees,

separating roads withering smoke
creaming woods and lettuce leaves
swirling pools of streaked gas
a notch puffing and dispersing flowers,

an outdoor desk with dancing legs
shine's crutch of metrosexual headphones
webs that slither
of a forest's ragged crown.

REPAIRS

The brick corner from
under cracked paint
vines buzzing in the fissured channels,
a talking fence post leaning across
the lip stabbed ledge and ripped ridge,

blocks of open ceiling hallways
the small fires of ticking stations,
in the smoking hood of ambient gazes
mending a shallow crater,
thatching the plated steel
and waxed wood
for a rooted steeple.

The stem's laughter
when acquainted with the flower,
the book's laughter
when acquainted with the nostrils,
the vent's laughter when acquainted
with the fanblade,

circuits fried across an elongated dip,
blunt knives skipping over
a polished plane,
numbers ticking within
the freed genitalia,

new suns winding in the lunar dust,
boats of iron tissue
rippling a linked series,
cool in its ring of clear sight
the fleshly matrix quietly erupting.

The salted universe
overturned and still wanting.

Streamers wafting from
the fingers that have now
withdrawn.

Hills of dewstruck bushes
flashing at unguarded sky
the peaks of fertile water.

Heaps of jagged branches
pointing to the awaited twilight.

The blown air
and unmoved scenery
colliding with scepter mind.

Thrones in a ring
of articulate blood
returning the connected wind.

Lawns of receptive meat
twitching messages
to a satellite's
proud buttocks.

The stinger's length
whipping a wax pallet
bug eyes in fishhook
scratched linoleum
faucets pouring fiddle strings
damp scarves of leafy money.

A vent to spill this plastic mouth
throughout the fissured
stone apartments.
Mercury dribbled
in razor faint rectangles
on the ship's flying hull.

A sinew through
the otherwise vacant tongue
that ants crawl like
half frozen honey.

The volcano's fan
alone in a tent
on the curb's footpath
lights from the slit
book reader above the town
eating pornography and gravel.

Wires to a headgear
lost on pearl island
ten tracks of hairdos
carved into the wet eaten snow.

Chair's boat rocking on
the hard slanted shingles
air's tool and leather
inspiration's beaten scabbard
the open landscape grilled
and plucked by hooks.

A diamond's shelter
twitching in a ferny cavern
pages slurping at the tarps of the cave
star's vertiginous tissue
painted white with agony
tongue pierced by convenience mountain
a rubber dunked horizon
and a clay gloved moon.

Past the shine of converted stars
over the high inside out
hump backed ditches
and dugout craters
hot grey stairwells ticking
stamped and painted
adrift in the machinery's light.

Plumes and scum touched circuits
flapping streamers that unite
the running and laughing mouths
the tended energy toasted
on a track laid down
keys pipes and whirling strings
stick chairs and electric tables
dry tongues in a basket
accumulating ruined rain.

The cloud trains of stem linked cars
riding a throat's dim whisper
to the godlike lungs
and red meat packed around
loud blue eyes.

Smiles glinting through the grate
of separating metallic walls
sprout roots and flower leaves
that drip the sap's insignia
to a gassy womb.

Doors against the curved glass atmosphere
vine's shriek on palpitating wood
clipped spark divining the unplugged cord
pierced feet sunk in healing mud
the bulbous forehead's empty blink
wet scissored lids
hard harnessed light
the forest guarding secret highways
belts orbiting a concrete tongue.

Blobs of honey wheat eyes
floating over the spike fed fields
flat planets turned over for curving skies
the mountain rivulet's thread of gold
a rocking perch with lettered leaves
the walker who's never lonely
roaming ghost floors and fettered heat.

A blade on the bulb of an empty sanctuary
carving sentient steam
cork's mouth for the strength of horses
a leaning phantom
cocked hat who makes money
a divided cell
on fire with spent blood and pent parcels
a lumpen sneer with furrowed beard
fanatically going nowhere.

The slabs walked to piled pages
light up memory cylinders
on lonely wooden poles
pale web threads are descending
from widowed windows
and singing springs
oven rings are turning
under a full throated phone
high snow buries the wires
and belching earth
with bones of water.

Eyelash of a tail's mouth
expressing open bowels
basement laundry heat
and attic cymbals crashing
the tom wick of a kick drum
and a microphone sneeze
dark tanks around
the fish wrapped note.

The nails of tracks pulled out on earth
long beers and regrown trees
ash curling in a seaside neighborhood
silver buckets of wet dirt
brick's reflection on the tarnished handles
balloons pulling skyward baskets
with a blue flame
the groan of bent violins in oil
ducks afloat through a setting moon.

The perch of poured concrete boards
bearded body of a noble stick figure
going grey on the brightest branch
liquid links and latches
peak autumn where the summer crashed
pink wheels and blazes
cotton's teeth of a smashed orange
lake's talking string.

Unbridled lust of the camera's fangs
raining on red carpets' heat
the weight of strung up suspended roads
reflecting shoveled skulls
and the ash of nerve.

Brought through the animal draperies
with a heap of blinking salt
zones where the dragon pierced concrete blocks
splashed the ace of ink
on an ice caught dock
and watched the water tackling a leaf
before it fell.

Rafters with printed lips
soaring beds on wing tip rattle breeze
hanging sheets aligned to cloud hooks
streaks dug into dangling walls
strut blind graffiti
grains of talking sand.

Granite cut into steps
by slow trickling sunlight
climbing hollow hills.

Twisting the diminished beauty
in colors upon a tall staff
torchlight on wrist veins
plugging heat into drilled rock.

An outpost high on moss
past the glittering treeline
doors and windows calling
with the pipes
beyond evaporated glass.

Rings of vapor around
the ascending torso
putting brine to astral scars
and anointing the bread heart.