Heat's light through the bristling form
arrayed with dark living hearts

time streams coalescing
in sharply defined knots
pumping winged understanding particles
red follicles spitting bullets of brain

that drizzle down a waving curtain
touching a rig of faint but bulky stars

and the sticking of a hidden door.

Orange rolls of highway strip tongues
swept over gleaming tar
whips from a crooked limb
sleek lungs from the robot body
jacking a numbered cloud.

I am consciousness, bright rift
in mere nature,
and I break my sleeping enemies
as I move without a stir.

Those who oppose me with words
or conjure me with cards
go down in the peace of fire.
Streaks of voluminous error
wrap around the one
tear-salted spiral.

Blades of unfolding wings
the body's circuitry of skies
all layering the milk of dawn.

Bones to be scattered wheat
shells of the only sight
cells blinking in the thought
of a tarnished sea.

The knotted branch unraveling
the strings of the egg
a leaf's tip tapping swirling water
gun shots of the tree pod's
cracking shells.

Rushing lanes that swallow
a folded cell
the glass face of twitching time's
battery acid.

Graphs of twine overlapping
on a sheer cliff of pentagon
wired bulbs.

Metallic skirts of frozen matter
flickering between
planetary ruins.

Rings of crushed wheat
and silver ships
dragging a corroded halo.

Hanging tags
from the mouth that pours
fanged symmetry
of wet tongues.
A thread that hums
above the twanging speaker
vegetable mineral light.

The stain of pimp times
travelling in icicle steam
houses compacting sand
on the long beach
tracing hollow memories
essence rinsed down to a grain
sashes tugging
at the feminine breeze.

Limitless the crater that connects
the infinite valve.
Sanctuaries brought to the river
by a slipping cornerstone.

The floats of dead parades
drifting with high clouds
and searching accumulations.
A pierced flag of silk debris
stitching a distant
tense magnetic wound.

She turns to a spew of smoke
or someone's otter
conjuring nets of torn fur
spinning vacant tables
ferns twitching
in her diabolic air squeeze
seamless flings of the ax
and the ax wound
eggs littered on a tin world.

Balding rocks on high
fringes hanging off the bell's edge
tilted wooden fences
scraping rubber yield.

Curlicues of the storm
raging in particles.
Bodies above it soaring
tentacles of light.

Lips adorning brain
speaking to the doorway
a tree crashed through.

Long faint lit hallways
through the forest from the house
that breathes and walks.

Porch windows and the glint
of a glass bottle
a tired armchair tracking ice
through the owl's torso
eye of a wincing needle
glow of soft clay
settling into ceramic.

The shadow flings clothes
through wandering drawers
sliding in and out of incense
alive on canned ham
and blinking gasoline
shining the ice that stands
letting the leaves turn to green fog
and the hurrying waters
to silver veins
the upturned spectator
extending wind sock arms
sleek roving cloth wheels
a gleaming dish of growing cranium.

Joints and manacles
tucked into ruddy wings
the pool of lubrication
multiplying far.

Fried leg veins on a broad beam
rays of mud on the ascending arms
bright dawn spattered over rings of trash
satellite shields of the cradled arrow
pointing to the valley through the lunar tug
a hand print snoozing in clay
inside a ball of spines.

Saw wheel chewing up a slow path
flakes of sod flavored with ancient honey
tracks of some divinity's urge
across the mud of a thorn bush.

Grids of rectangular granite floating
over the blue fields
and shuttered speech of ink
door swinging to an open sky.

The medicine rises
green in a crimson cart
canes of sunken tastes
vibrating a hotel room
rivers of repainted nudity
riding sunlit windows
moss bulging across cleft soil
hills tumbling to goldenrod
the breathing tubes of empty fields
hooves gone to the gelatin skies

tar's leak of a lurking trumpet
the rind's vacated laughter
a maze of skinned fruit and flying saucers
split pod of grinding cities
and half bright towns
the purr of speed
lashing down the lightning's path.

Flapping snake skin of the moon
through the gene's mosaic
a crown of rubber thorns
swift fiber optic feelers
divine slap of gas and oil
swab's long handle
over a spreading floor
rinks beaming the dance of blades
chairs tapping the key holes
of a turning blueprint

what emptiness have I invited
into these hours
whose print of hair
follows the traces of my hand

how the wheel flickers
on the points of the great magnet
or the wings turn to claws
of a great hand

sweet singing tongues along the vertebrae
a melodious dog bowl
ready for the spoon's next flick.

The dried slime
on long boards of the dock
shells opening in muck
not far beneath.

Perched at a meek beaten slab
staring at the merciful water.

Cracked lids and the guilty hammer
distributed by awesome electricity
throughout the moonlit embankment.

Daggers drying in the pouch
of secret minerals.
Arms crossed over
two overactive hearts
a barn door's frosted repetition.

Suns of the distant skies
lost in the dance of fibers
the upturned rump of eyes
stump satisfied with one.

A brisk totem
pouting truth in wheat;
the practical body fading
into multiple addresses;

the smooth paved rounded plateaus
where he found lift off
humming under wheels that do not fade
the water of resurgent channels

voices piping voices to the volcanic heart
fields ripped and with carved stone bladed
rims of dimpling lines and streaked foundations
train shaft following the circuit's womb

a lonely bar and mirror
empty room where a coat hung
and a hat was huddled
tit's froth with heated articles
torn child surviving
the assaults on the mailbox
grin spackled in plaid glue
root's limbs of an encircling wall
a bulb of hired shadows
and the green's abounding shawl.

Lungs fluttering against the tree
ripples ransacked and seeded
elephantine hook navels
ruling the sleeping world
in jittery doorways
bulb-shot with filtered smoke
cracked lakes of the shafted green
shadowed rock pile fences
under the twanging branch
beheld by a mutant eye
siren flashing from the hinge
of a ladybug's wings.

The upward slope
deranged with mist
swerving around fire pits
pockets hurled by the sun
that ripple like pine feathers
my craft is sinking in gloss
all perpetual infinity of fenders
the tan paint of brick corners
pools of oily water glinting like tin
long walks with brethren
the sliding roofs
of slippery neighborhoods
overlooked.

Horizon's tree tops
wind-banged and opening doors
cream clouds travelling poles
brows riding the cream circled eyes
a tent at the edge
with a fudge strewn blanket
pencils brushed by the sun
a fanged cloth dodging shadows
managing a slit canvas
scarred by cold insides
ribs bleeding ice
and a strung web.

A milky way of stabbed out remnants
linking to a floor adrift on worlds
that merge and move
beyond the unseen curve
a giant waffle iron of bathtubs
fish child flipping
from cube to glowing cube
holding to the fond lightning.

Steps on a heap of condominiums
glass torched in rows.
Leaf's buds of the umbrella veins
crawling ventriloquist drainpipes.
Layers of peering mascara seers
building dead air.

Sunning on the smooth rock
of a floating moon
moisting the dark lined air
leaf tips knots in a fallen twig
plows and scraping engines
pushing the evaporated world around.

Plains descending
to the circuitry of paths
nestling a glowing structure
links of the chain that was not there
snapping tight on imprisoned veils of teeth
leaked barriers of dripping dams
and a birch helmet's
yellow wasp eye.

Proud windows of the swollen house
chimneys clanking to receive
the yellow clouds
of a deep stained winter
mounds and rounded stones
fields flashing under fence after fence
stacks of harvest grasses.

Eulogies painted over
in a two fisted whirlwind.

Ruined for belief
the long red strands
running over battered grey hills
letters tickling the animated stones
a scale buzzing on tree sealed paths
hard wires and empty skirts
flying banisters in oil
dropping waterfalls of shoes
a glass chair
printed with computer blood.

I swear I am made
of supernatural stuff.
I might turn into a toad's egg,
a dancing hatchet,
or a shivering dress on bark
speaking to the deep tree.

Roaming rocks in liquid soil
torching alphabets throughout
a metallic grind.
Sun's crest reaching over me
like a hoop of oil.
Radiant spores on a raft of coal
blinking to electric replicas
receiving a thick river.

Jewels of a curving branch
sprouting human tongues.

Platforms rising on blue heads of steam
segmented suits of dancing pins
slabs of vapor travelling infinite chutes
lice on a cracked stone
carving a skull with little feet
beaches turning around
a screw shaped form
the chains of swing sets
rattling the cold wind
in an ancient seam.

Up on a green ridge
watching the lights eat
low in space towards the earth
the flicker of entwined lightning
electric tracks on the sun and moon
sleep falling off a high ledge
dancing mouthfuls of moss
framed glass and wages
doors on a singing hinge
blood faked from stages
tongues pressed against the screens
sand printed with coiling heat
the fringe of vacant clouds
painted deep along the cave walls
turf and its language of war
distilled and flanked by barriers
granite pocks and red dust bowls
tousled steel and cell's radiant limbs
captured swirls of wave-led meaning
tossing fissured stone.

The artificial self was still in place
I was dousing a porch rind
watching the sky roll in
to take me riding

trains fell from the half tracks
smoke's ring of fire
calling to the clouds
that stroked its name

following a hot lit tail
a swirling mane with eyes
touching the runway scar
with mouth and features
departed.

The mouth between sacred columns
a rattling sun
bulbs in a net pouting steam
thread's tail of rolling carts
sweet bones in oil
wire tongues taped to the edge
wave's lick of bobbing chairs
an outcrop's peak
of gelatin stone.

The crown of iron descends in shit
cutting clouds and bouncing
twins off high windows
the dust song of a sucking hose
past time's lost daylight winding

one path snaking over the slab
of a kidnapped plateau
curved glass of space
that a foil suit slides over
trees plugged into the cold ground
far below
a crest of painted bread
rising across the sill

clock hand satellites
firing on titled screens
a ghost with cobweb skin
rising from the sofa
the ass of an observatory
toweling off.