Thursday, December 31, 2020

Tumbleweeds rolling on the tongue
of a stretched-out head

roads whipping through bone
the seep of tired water

screens flashing on a nest of wires
bulb switched throughout the clouds

talking cinema heat
behind the soaring trees

cones ascending and collapsing
across wet radiant lots

vast orbs of churning metal
and mossy shores
a grassy sun's emerging
infinite mouth.

Monday, December 28, 2020

Divine face pasted
to the wings of a grey map flapping

fish tank souls
in their back rooms of glory
chiseling the fist of cheese
that swells their gourd

a naked flank full of arrows
and little red mouths
dripping the gossip of damaged cells
into juniper bushes.
From the glint of the tar pits
where I made my vomit
van-driven entrance,

with the oil of
a smashed-in face,
biting at the sun like an enemy

I make the fish sneeze
in the pool where I wait.

Bitter halves
naked down to their seed sunk
or disconnected womb

watch me climbing
from their dead words
to be free in vapor
and disintegrating loss

a golden club of eyes
marked red with ripped cells
and ear drum photos
the pulse of glue that collects
wounds.
I make these unseen paths bright
from a dark and solitary sorrow.

Stuffed with drop cloths
and last year's foil
an icy avatar carved
by a lost blade.

Root peering
between chairs and their
encircling encampments,
cracked shield of ears and eyes.

Tunnels flashing
in the octagram heart,
lipstick marked synthetic libraries
that do not surface in time
or snarling to form stone
recover heated smiles.
I stretch the strings of my eyes
across this ruddy canvas
to be remade.  Ice tapping at
the cancelled highway gleaming
like a fish, and the blood ring
of earth freshened.

Brain blobs in a row, lashed
by treadmill bridges from
glacier to glacier,
eating math's dead vegetable
heart.
Hills abundant
the sheen of rejoicing rods
hoods blinking in rows of thick seed
cubes fettered to eyeless windows
wheels rolling steam crushed heat
mystery of flesh lurking and climbing
well that pulses in a drowning light
belatedly coughing water.

Monday, December 21, 2020

Plenty of echoes lost
in the seam of one human flower.

What I've halved, what I have
to give must be enough.
The silver skies
that call me their offspring
will not reject my soul.

In the green threads
of dusky hills
where we lay our forms
for swinging chains and silky penetration
the fleshy curlicues
a dancing skeleton leaves on the earth
gathering around our path of stone.

In the blue light
of an unknown time's peeling door
our kisses and their handiwork
stem folded time
for hoops of synthetic vine
erasing hours.
Watching cloud fragments
become a deeper
lonelier whole
I wonder at the stone face
of what is far away
and merge with the tidal pebbles
and shells of my belonging

seeing the shadows rent open
and the painted spoons
lumps of cloth that are too much
for their ghostly corners
the way the shuttered windows
allow the light

the water's drain and laughing brine
living in a sprawl of faithful things
and skimming uncertain orbits
from the oil of a censored chair
rain tower for fever's tug
dream's tasteless descent
cracked hologram smile

the schematic of a waiting heart
rendered to fight with ancient fangs
cooled apart from the coughing pool
and sucking forest,
one thumb's photo
gathered vapor
and drug horizon
one filed tear.
As the skies close in
on the gas station coffee
I think of all the fiery beings I have known
the neon carcass laid on mountain paths
a stack of bells creaking.

Flowers carved on doors of open closets
fracturing the hinges of time
to be born from the rift
eating in motion
fringe seeds of a hollow tool.

Friday, December 18, 2020

I see the mountain tops riding
an air that I would find
and be a part of,

sheep grazing on the sleet
of their own transfigured bones,
the nut factory pumping wet brains
against train track fences,

hands of demonic diggers
linking charcoal hearts,

the ice body's fleshy dagger,
a stream's traces
from the rivulet mouth.

Wednesday, December 16, 2020

Eight arms of the head bedecked
with soaring passageways
exits beaming red paragraphs
minions chomped through by
gymnasium noodle horror
frame relinquishing gilt letters
that land on frozen tar
the portable escape hatch yielding
many stamped errors
and redundant blood.

Monday, December 14, 2020

Divine love's mandate cracking
on the shield of the sea.
Where hailstones marked the flags
and the web of earth
quickened.  A rice grain tooth face
coming out of the hand
mirror's handle.
A rubber lined door
carrying a clock
slamming into ice with a gem
unmoving.
The full barrow
of knife-carved streets,
scales of ivory and green claws flashing,
levels bulging chrome
from stars' deposited garage,
the leaf veins and sinews
threaded in cracked windows
antenna's torched alphabets
love lost to the astral wield.
Rims plucked for the staring nodule
the burnt crest freshly gleaming
rows of pooled emptiness

dewy pigtailed peaks
nibbling at the bar
beneath its neon flanks

the oxygen slipping to a murmur
within a faint bubble
purple worlds and their natural bridges
falling outward through space.

Thursday, December 10, 2020

I'll be in a huge white cube uptown
dressing tatters with gleaming plastic
watching fevered lives
merge with glass.

Doors will climb
the paintings in their lobby frames
will begin to move
and I will not.

Mirror to the drain
cold fibers to regenerate eyes
the path a sword gash in linoleum
opens to the wider sky.

Hand resting on the burner
that turns me on
adhesive slant
bordered by brambles
pivoting toward.

Wednesday, December 09, 2020

From a fixed smile
under a dark arch
the wisecracking American
is taking charge.
No golden rods
emit from his eyes
as the dough crackles
and the lemon sky shines.

The machinery of breakfast
ten biscuits on a ton of steel
seducing a torn throat.
Buttered face calling forth
the baby makers.
Milk in its cartridge of acid.
A paid peak in its nest of days.

Squares of the township's fragmentation
coming into essence.
Knife's blade of a river carved tool
giving bone birth to color.

Monday, December 07, 2020

In the bones of the ember
teeth sparking against a rail
square pools and swirling galaxies
reflecting with an hourglass shadow
tongue on the singing trigger
that she brings to the bird bath.

Shells worming through the ceiling
wheels gloving the high peeled eyes
poles that tapped the peak of the dome
above the toppling costumes
sky's paint like a wood grain
first wound of a dancing eclipse

from a gold thatch watching.
Where my carriage is jumping juniper
around the wet wood
and a blueberry seed is dancing
near a clacking horsefly
mica winking
from behind the wet shale
stems beading and a sharpened knife
the sanctuary's pit stop
in a sky of thieves.

The place chalked out under glaze
from some fleeting railway
the dark's dressing and hollow tool
very placid with vacancy
a scratched coin
speaking near the campfire
five teeth on a string
a paper towel suit and plastic face
dusk's magnetic nest ridden bucket
and ring of fools.

Thursday, December 03, 2020

Long roads tied by lava
to a flickering core
lashing over hillsides
with a train of smoky letters
and floating thorns
fingers digging rock
the light from an open mouth.

Vines across the veins
of molten ore
that spell a dawning body
stomachs of ink dangling
from fish hook ribs
and shotgun thermometers
a cannonball heart
breaking open on a liquid sun.

Tuesday, December 01, 2020

A gray path along the knife
of the cliff's edge flashing
distributes chairs of skin
along its galactic arm
the water shrunk into rust.

Desolate peak of pearl
nudging the envelope of space
the butterfly wings of gashed foil
from an unseen engine room
waves of foliage
riding hallucinated tatters.

Horizons of burnt milk
nourishing dumpster corners.

Monday, November 30, 2020

Attacks of hooked lightning
and the final answer
from the sap of the wood
that glues my bones
to an engine oil mirror
and its ticking lamp
corrupting leaves
flashing their veins
in a rusting drainpipe
the forehead's tapped sight.

As green tendrils avenge
the healed clearings
pock marks of ancient ooze
and the ash pot pours
a branch lifts a bucket's handle
a celestial smear coils.
Mouth kicked in crossing snowfields
playing in glacial silt and stoneware
gadgets through the frozen waves
and revolving biscuit cutters,
the flowing streams reminiscent of
conveyor-belt toasters along high ridges
mosses and lichens gouged out of
subterranean tectonic plates like raisin seeders
and ravenous mountain air.

Saturday, November 28, 2020

Me and the sledgehammer's dance floor
me and the wheel of iridescent cheese
sliding down the pyramid's incline
with an acid powered light
reams of plastic thinking
docks gleaming in finger paint
the laughing dresses of water.

Parked on a rock of painted moss
ship's feelers wobble
the sky that crashes steel
waits in tiny shells
and clotted crucifixes
lips on a candlestick
throats of an engine contest
starting up in enameled dusk.
Cranes of milk upturning
lands of severed teeth
bone eyes and bone heart
traveling over a smashed desert

blades of wind inhabiting
the empty ribs
that ride a rubber road
ragged fire at the wet
of the solemn edge
speaking to the smears
of chalk planets
antique organs and yarn
colored souls.

Wednesday, November 25, 2020

The diamond of hate
that drives existence

sword of murder trembling with joy
in the impalement
of some grim hyena's
shit-filled heart,

and the death compounded by life
in the country of imprisoned rhetoricians,

sellers of the unreal
who floss their teeth
with the blood of sacrificed fetuses,

purveyors of lacquered dung
generously giving tickets
to the curated end of days.

Monday, November 23, 2020

Slabs of dead weight
rigged to the jawbone,
the fish eggs of cornered places,
a brain in a bag.

Aisles running like paint
between vegetative cubes.
Silos of dancing mercury
to let time go vacant.

Border of the planetary drift
that plants me home.
Grains of the wood that made
my suit of gloss
giving way to lightning
a rising scepter of oil.

Sunday, November 22, 2020

Wanting the fire to know
when raking the bones will be over,
bent eyes watching the dumpster's lid
for a tumult of flowers.

Roads bleeding in snow
high hills pushing pine glue
and sun lit thistles,
towers leaning into stone clouds.

Empty peaks gobbling rows of shadows,
rings of orbits cast out
fading into ether,
dripping through maps and graves.

Saturday, November 21, 2020

You blue fingered imp,
shrugging with a hidden mirror,
filling a bag with broken letters,
guiding a wounded ram.

Summoning a hurricane of keys
heat to pave a scoured ditch
gathering a circle of eyes
in a chrome fist beating.

Walls that call forth a vagrant shine
some gypsy portal
opening behind the cart
of brushes and wax bags
to be stroked in motion.

Friday, November 20, 2020

I go out to the big sky
through a fractured iris
reverent among the trash piles.

Lingering on a hair
stretched out through space
hitched upon the battered rows of wood
twanging in my fossil brain
times already past
frothing against an attic window.

Veins torched
by bitter victories
a marble slab that catches
the declining sun.
Choirs cheer for the plasma rifle
vomit goes up in holy flowers
steel fangs puncturing
willing flesh.

A board of names
brought out like parchment
from a shining closet.

The dancing muffled
in cotton millennia
teeming against a violet door
mouth to scissors
feathers for howling eyes.

Thursday, November 19, 2020

A grain to go on
dark nucleus flashing
the belly of tar behind
those motionless storefronts
that find a pinnacle
under the hooked moon.

Scenery dashed to pieces
by a flying discus
shimmering flakes of china
painted in fondled lava
for the beard of the sun.

Last angle of disintegrating dark
a bead on the web of fractures
popping above the compass
in a charcoal bird bath
headlights of an airborne train
plowing hoops of cloud.

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Where am I in the fossil high rise
that lays down on my breath
when the earth shakes?

A hook for my body follows
on an insensate track
in the terrible ceiling.
Offices clap throughout
the dawning and collapsing hallways.
Light goes to the drain's grill
trickling towards the evaporating core.
A porch juts out from
a tall pharaoh's jawbone.

Silent and woodenly nude
clenched lips in a rainstorm.
Clouds meeting the crackling antenna
screen's immaculate conception
of holographic slaves
leaves blowing in the next
millennium.

Monday, November 16, 2020

Staring at the assaulted sky
yielding to unmeasured color
a bird breaks my cord
the edges of orbits in space
converging upon me.

A solemn flurry
leaves tapping at the door
a child's wheel in motion
winding paths that squeeze the ferns
upright.

Doors that yearn with human blood
to be opened.

Sunday, November 15, 2020

A courtyard under moss
glassy spires ascending from
wide broken walls
corn row light joining sun and moon
the shadow's reach
through an empty window
silt glowing from pine to pine
each spore from space a dirty mirror
the river's core of acids.

Sky of tangled galactic arms
vast and invisible.
Torn country beneath the leaf
of a turning root
and bitter malignant stars.

Saturday, November 14, 2020

Soaping the train
the tracks and cars that cut
transparent gloves
roads that slither under
the network of time

I see a light escaping
for some other world.

Turning corners with its sheets of rain
the snare of lips at magnetic poles
plow blade with a beard of lunar light
tucking in the sod
around a fuming corpse

brain dripping with a fresh order
dew anointed deep
in the high sky scraping offices
my loveshorn tigress of concrete winter
my glue wrapped microwave dove.

Friday, November 13, 2020

They have carved out
a place in my spirit
with their numbers
where we go to fall.

Trunks leaning rip ribbons of tar
every hair of the kingdom
a satellite mirror
plowing through the stratosphere.

Cabin's wax light on the crest
the kiss without gravity
remembered in a torn arm chair.

Thursday, November 12, 2020

Steady bones in a trash bag
flesh flexing in a circular machine
the paint peel high horizon
glittering through blades
scraping a path in the air

seated in the levitating copter
steel rinds for eyes
prints of angelic orifice
descending on a deep rubber wall
a howling in the mailbox

clouds clustering an antique moan
souls crashing out of the bread bag
aisles razor thin
droids rendering a synthesis
of proud obedience
to the recognizing lash
lush yield of a treadmill
frolicking blood
its mush container
bronze afterthought belatedly gone.
Past the drape of purple clouds
purposeless drift of time
icons eroding in movement
the sand grains pinching jewels
fire jumping hoops
on the stuck horizon
days that have had enough
falling off the calendar

shoreline's rail of lights
following a gap in the hills
parchments discarded
to an unchained winter
a face in rain
lost to the imprisoned glimmer
a green tunnel
up to the theater's womb.

Tuesday, November 10, 2020

Eyes full of mercury glinting
from the wall of the dead.
Windows of a freight that howls.

Shadow of a sun that crushed the earth.
Strings of metal buffeting
the shell of a neighborhood.
A doorway that visits
the electric ground.

Here comes the smile of rock and wood.
Here comes the machine of spirit's expulsion
with soul to spare.

Monday, November 09, 2020

Walls along the bones that fell
blooms of broken stone
thorn of the mouth gone quiet
in a screen of times tagged
spreading over dark waters
with a sneer of knives.

Depths carving with their fire
a pig's head in flowers,
a drilling stare
from the rift in conscious rock.

The frill of a sinking assassin
one cell tapped out in fragrant ooze.

Sunday, November 08, 2020

Red stones on the curve of a cliff's lip
doubling souls in the seam
between underground mountains

the starfish mouthing neon
from a pyramid's cage

panes of the palace windows
glinting from a green fettered hill.

Cold wings of an unspoken vertebrae.
Staring lung of an open wound.

Pillow's breath in the crook
of the jagged lightning
outlook falling with the open moon.

Saturday, November 07, 2020

For your feminine claw
flick over me in a sunbeam,
eat my incorporated substance
from the comb of a crushed city.

Mirror where I bleached my hands.
Wire lurking in the flower
that peaks from a shaded room.
Cave dweller with angel wings
surging through brown earth.

Friday, November 06, 2020

A high platform
with a glowing chair
the prize of the lashing clouds
an electric dawn
descending down a toilet bowl.

Moss upon the sun
pricked soil breaking open
a ring of tongues
doused in novocaine.

Arms toiling through dimensional spray
a tank of stomach lining
overturning a tinfoil street
poles rising from the broken crust
one melted numeral
blooming into myriad fleshpots
a lunar scimitar
carved into the tower of scrolls.

Monday, November 02, 2020

Paths in the wind
pushing steam and berry bushes
lashed words and storm eaten papers
a ship of wood glue crashing into a mirror
one furious pair of eyes
in a grid iron graph.

Fires leaping from the bones that wept
a chair of gems
ripping the cloak of skin
a highway gathering robes of rivers
coiling against the planetary shield
and writing cursive lines.

Clouds that drink blood
an infinite airless floor.

Saturday, October 31, 2020

Big crow limping in a parking lot
scraps to feed his wounded wings
lopsided feet on frost
the rainbows of oil collapsing
between chrome traffic
mountainsides far from his reach
blinking snow from a chain of eyes
glazing solid lakes
he pecks away the shadow
of sugary crumbs
and matches to the tar
a skeleton of glass harps
and buried antenna
going to the unreachable
kingdom of caves
and the severed peak.

Friday, October 30, 2020

Riding with the brothers of an error
skies of upside down birches
are good enough
a rabbit on piano
thumping pedals
as the pine needles fall.

Until the shape comes
lets us wander over the dead
and among the living
counting for the searcher's eyes.

Make my infinity
fit into a single glass
may I find the table
watch the squid's ink
fade across these flickering screens
clouds where I parked my car
and left an open door beaming.

Thursday, October 29, 2020

Up on the glacier's peak
that brought a valley
to a mountain's steam
reaming out the angel
I remembered rivers
and times of nudity
from prior chandeliers
raining and reflecting hot dreams

in the whirlwind of your persona
from the leering of public announcements
punch yourself in the face
with your own blood.

Unite these hollow frequencies in terror
scrape the willing bone
and be broken.  Tear out
the sprig flowering
of the sap of the grave
and drink the granite bank.

Sever your lexicon's cage
from my senses and wings
I will blow up between dancers
retreat to an infinite wall.

Wednesday, October 28, 2020

Pillars and waves passing
shores of love and grimy outlets
hot lit factories
bridges lashed to a high arc
and clucking fountain
seeds leaping through mercury

as the glowing antlers ride the blade
as the path widens to the living flowers
staples of wheat go through to the head
light denied knocks around
in labyrinthine pipes
and suffocates in dawn.

Monday, October 26, 2020

Zeroes peering through a naked door
solemn whores waxing
heights of stricken wonder
where the sun finds a stone disc
the eclipse of green arms
that fall against one another
engines puffing in the warp of time

standing in an empty office
with the ripped off sky
contemplating the glare of the window
and its mirages
watching the quiet seed
drown in the hum
and the bronze lips falter

if December would come on an ax blade
if the realm was a filter
still I would chug from the echo's thorn
and crouch to be born.

Sunday, October 25, 2020

Ferns around the fallen zombie
who keeps a record flapping
in a solemn crease
glow green spray through a red horizon
bring the socket home to the bone
with a thunk in moss
a bulge at the rounded window
where gas burns in plastic.

Screens of a ragged wall
flashing numb heroics.
A sun spot sucking in
the vagrant letters.
Newsprint bandages
of the mummy who walks
in salt.

Conference of ruined faces
chewing at the same cheese
flicking a predetermined flame.

Saturday, October 24, 2020

When we were walking the web
and the stuck strings popped in vibration
sky's clasp of grey cleft
ferreting out the shiny rocks
paths travelling the spoon's neck
green gash hereafter
stone teeth surrounded by berry bushes
lone blinking atom.

Machine wings beating the dawn cathedral
lines of the eternally waiting
a rounded curb bleeding blood tar flowers
sails that strike the sun
and resound in eighteen wheeled rectangles
undersea acres through bucket pools.

Cones humming tunes of that time
glass roof of the airport
where the blank translucence takes off
and forms a blade fiber
tugging skeletal smiles.

Friday, October 23, 2020

A green and grey highway
stretching between
the rails that break off
where the forest munches closer
to the pale line in space
and on the deck wounded
pacing time
I relinquish my golden painted body
and its black beard
I watch the gears in a waterfall
and mirages
only for the speaking voice
the fond error of man
to be found in key
for locks outside formation
let the vines rattle
and the shoe's rubber glisten
to silent tar
soothing over fountains
one lamp in a factory parking lot
tapping at a flock of wings
one resounding pepper
or warped set of cymbals
in our gas cocoon
sell me a number of leaves
paper that rides a river
and the roots talking
moon roll go me a solid stone
dice up the dreams
lay the eyes in feathers on a hood
purr me up to the landing
ladle him into the matrix
who leaves me in mineral waiting.
When wishes were kept in stone
and the lone bird wobbled
we left a bathrobe chain
linked throughout our labyrinth rooms
like a blueberry headband.

Floating from circuit to circuit
the distant sun darted
shores rippling far
in the refurbished frame.

Houses living for departed faces
rusted tanks in the woods and wells
life vest bobbing in glass
from the rings of an altar
form's flute for the naked smoke.

Wednesday, October 21, 2020

Up above the trembling hedges
in the fork of crossed things
the map of twisted worlds
longing to break the bright threshold
blindly painting a door

fangs and knives and their sisters
webs of cooling or sizzling death
the shape of sleep that slithers
coiling in a corner
weaving a bronze wig
snuffed sparks of a frozen suit

days that twilight does not depart from
scrubbing and raising an idol
on fettered grass
the rows of mirrored lockers.

Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Platforms teeming
with wayward beasts,
the vines that dangle
saucy flowers,
ascending to oblivion's
favorite hatch.

Merciless fibers
of nonexistence
clawing at the foil of the hull
that blinks in fractured space.

An eye that looks out
wanting teeth.
Furs whipping around
the void mouth
in the hollow background
stirring the wrath of creation
from an empty cup.

Monday, October 19, 2020

Filth hag, eating soap
from the poison river.
Long hands of rope
with a brick tail.
Currents of blood and salt
that fly over.  A veil of screams.
Trees lashing at a hard blanket.
Hovering ships whose beams cry out
for conscious water.
Vessels of outer mind
moving through matter.
A diamond lit horizon
creeping over smoky hills.

The tipped hat of tall things
nudging at the dome
of universal cancer.  Bulbs exploding
to reach the fetid void.
A plane of sorrows dissolving
into violet steam.

Friday, October 16, 2020

In a shining island of spit
I reached for my snarling keyboard

to see the pictures of the toy
they'd put up
on melted walls
with a raining ship
trying to decipher
the lines of blood

a skeleton pulled up
on the steering wheel
and slapped the clouds into orbit

the pellet stung parades
waiting for the spear event
drinking the dark vinegar.
Build the bridge over the volcano
whispers the vertebrae.
Stack metallic ribs
throughout the oozing vapors.

Hurl my headgear
into a catacomb of wires.
Lift my jaw piece to the third eye
swirling with a hideous echo.

When the apple catches
the tree's wrath
let the branches crackle with fury
and descend to the roots.
They are outfitting me
for the jaws of death.
A tunic of melted plastic
guides my bones
to a rotten door.
Cemeteries of laughing
and sucking neon
travelling through
the mirror's rear view
stones gathering on a bead of light
flung back to the galactic seed.

The swooning enemy
who knows my name
seducing from a ragged curtain
the sparks of a yielding creator
and a sentient earth.
Stacked on waves that have
their spidery womb,
a redundant lightburst,
two fingers that come out
from the pursed lips
faltering in granite.

Under the spray of crashing worlds
electrified blood
bones gnawing at shrunken air

the desk and fountain crater,
light goes back to its socket in space,

the strum of a beaten torso
makes a fist of the defiant head
peering from a hand crafted ledge.
Broken by thermometer
gassed on the trail
a lonely morsel
sky gobbled and rain struck dumb
slabs of black matter
that absolve the fire

floating through the gelatin thoughts
of a disappeared creator
bumping the star system
carving hollow wood
the decider of a lifetime
perched in a mouth of losses

jostled by the orbit's laughter
a porn king in a ring of rags.

Monday, October 12, 2020

Grief slapped on the dock like a cargo
the stink and winking light of a corpse
bus station.

Magnified leotards dancing
on the fated rush
painting dark tunnels
with electricity.

The spreading dome
with its battles.
Air compared
to mercury.

In the shadow's rim
in the riot of men and women
one settled cause.
Staggering in the tiled rooms
with a burden of metallic cloth,

feeling the aisles quaking
where the streets and valleys
go distant,

reeking in a vein of
nothingness' descent.

Eyes bubbling in the ceiling
that follow the chimney of hate

we are pumped into with music
and every fizzing planetoid

painted on the chess board's darkness
with a scar of hearts

my bucket's eclipse
handle of the great dipper gleaming.

Sunday, October 11, 2020

Dove hands to catch hail
mercy's radiant road
unfolding from the trash machine.

One voice in a cone of concrete
pushing to the inlet's light.

Slopes of the dammed river
racing with the dusky engines.

Crashing moons that bury
the faulty serpent
disconnected lakes.

Saturday, October 10, 2020

In the near cavern
a fount of operations
behind a silver curtain
glinting with liquid transparency,

threads traced into the rock face
running to pockets of dim water,

nudes on a cliff's upper lip
blood sprockets
diving into the breach of echoes
reborn with a synthetic sneer

charcoal eyes in a wood slat
blinking from the pebble floor
where mineral colors mix like paint
and the exit flares.

Friday, October 09, 2020

On the paved outcropping
where I laid my cloth matrix
with twin movements of rubber

past the rusted tanks
in their web of branches
windows curving from the near beyond
that shields an unseen journey
from its jagged rails

at the pinpoint of plaster mapped longing
scrubbing the paint from full wounds.
Rainbow topped missile of snow
pushing the pride of her hair
back from a musky veil

tendrils of the ceiling dweller
wires dancing in a corner
the scheme of a powdered ape

light's hub of parking plateaus
vines gripping a chair leg
silk bolting across the frozen sky

in a rim of the tilting goblet
heaving with our giantess
her shelf of unkept promise

my cloud imagining jewels.

Thursday, October 08, 2020

Twerking in potato sacks
the hot mamas continue
dashboard open to the night sky
cruising the horizon's underside
I roll into pasture smoking
and let the moonstruck stars
slowly go

c'mon light give a last gasp
as the fog grasps the docks
and the inert furs glisten
let my yearning cover the rock
that blooms with moss
and the fern's pine rug
to be rolled upon in reflection's
relentless distress of sight stretched

to the claw kept in a chest of drawers
carpet suit upright in the closet
a cemetery of guitar picks
snowing on my sleep
in the pond of echoes
sloshing through the cell's reaping

gape of defunct gravity
escapee's wig of spiders
foot's lurking and unknown door.
I'm riveted to the pattern
of things I will soon
be left out of

watching sky lines in mutation
from the dim perch
of a straw chair

tapping at the pierced can's
insidious music
soaked on a flat stone

scraping lips of earth
at the corner of
a replicating monument

putting up the jellied aglow antennae
blood's pulp in a shrinking nest
strung letters to an open mouth

buttons of an oven's mask
in plastic talking.

Wednesday, October 07, 2020

The rib of man dangling on a line
too much tumult to wedge
neatly into a moment

dawn with vapors of clay
and copper wires
singing on the fallen flesh
of a last party
paper mouths across glass tables
calling in their mutilated array

one companion
shrunken to a chair
his lion's head on woolen sticks
that move the illustrating chimneys.

Tuesday, October 06, 2020

The length of days on granite
stretching to meet a far gone light

cells clustering on a frenzied line
rails eating tar pit caves

past the fields of liquified embers
form crouching on an empty rock

the spray of engine washers
turning in a distant cubby

square mouth of the subway's exit
the bark of a tarnished way.

Monday, October 05, 2020

Stuck to your rambling shards
adrift in the cancerous afternoon.

Wandering under a neon star
playing the resurrection game.

Piercing a veil of colossal eyes
above the tin skeletons.

When the door breaks
you will be standing on a curb
of silent traffic.

As the snoring of a dead time
invades the field of the living
and their tired dancers.

Your crane spine
will be holding an obelisk

the shine of narcotic streets
ablaze in your array of faces

flying to the open verse
a machine gun telephone
crucified to your deck of cards

port of the open way
calling wide and calling.

Saturday, October 03, 2020

Bridges thawing that collapse in light.
Clearings of the valley branching
through a goblet.

Wheels eating lunar gravel
over a roaring mountain.

Prairies of the one who waits
the final indecision.
Ants crawling the outside
that lay in the cleft
of an escaped river
the dawning rock.

Thursday, October 01, 2020

Trying to get it right this time
as the trash doors close.

The cliff's top
reaching temperamental stars
a seat of pursed flowers
ghost's form looking over the edge
where it hovers in laughter.

Slates gushing with moss
a cracked path
winding to the alley
in a faint midair.
Fuckpot on slatternly Saturn
riding the flung dust and reflective fibers
doors floating around the hallowed cubicle
of a gone worker
adrift on the linoleum suds
of another forced location

breath among the long straws
telling its baseball story

ledges of pouring cliffs
that unfold around a vast eye

pinnacles of wheat in winter
thoughtful on piles
of venomous ice

plumes bursting from the rock of hearts.

Tuesday, September 29, 2020

The jewel in nucleic acid
blinking through bones

lungs passing on a brown river
slaked in blossoming shade

a pump in the wild harbor
sucking gas from a celestial sneeze

sparks from the blades of a rift
that climbs in space
to an infernal corridor

bricks frozen to the rings
of a transparent tree

dark points fading to a gleam
that hustles rabid alphabets

to a colliding curve
the suds of a fecund tomb
regurgitating gravity.
Spastic on the breakers
an ape catching crows
lightning painting the backdrop
eels flipping through the wallpaper

scenes that mechanize
the transparent ooze
a pocket of symmetric ferrets
slithering over velvet money

angel in a sink bath
crying for her ketchup
and engraved sky
crying for her bridges of cords
at the cusp of climactic water

flapping under the moth streaked bulb
in the icicle dusk
rubbing her rash of eyes.

Monday, September 28, 2020

In the centerpiece of the rip
sagging from reality

a piece of smoke
that wildly dances

lips that quake at a coming song
stroking the high wire sparks
dulling a wick's torpedo

repaired in a velvet airplane
families of punctuation
on the chemical map

seams in a stone guarded prairie
bulging through the laughing light

a peeling echo
from the skin that loved and left
the separated births
walking.

Saturday, September 26, 2020

Up on a shale roof with fangs and claws
spreading the voluminous eye
that gobbles rippled color

squares of shaded glass
peering from tumultuous brick
the pouring of liquid paths

the library of feathers
in a locked piano

bull snorting in a clay hallway
rainbows from tangled trash
a tongue's fist
lurking in harp shaped architecture
spreading the fleshy heart's metallic wings

a rented ring of heat
in the wake of a slithering iceberg
leaping from the mountain's rib
cacophony of females
gnashing at wounded seed
series of the sun closing
like a faint garage.

Friday, September 25, 2020

Orphan of the drift
a tidal ring around
his decomposing standpoint

legs dangling from hologram hands
scar's blink of bitter eyelash
grave digger in daylight

painting lips with words
sweet machine gun sermon
a veined screen emitting

powder of blood and bones transported
through the weapon of time
skirting vacant ooze

pout planting a frozen flag
tongue home to the mountain wolf
smiling behind the dial

room within painted ruffles
to plan the waterfall.

Thursday, September 24, 2020

Our porch floated over the planet
in a light red fog

eyes visiting a geyser
vines tangling with roots

the bright haircuts of the fallen
dancing in a ditch of  glamour

bridges of a cemetery stone
river's laughing moss hallways

a wheel stabbed for steering
and a moonlit number

dirt packed in tar
leaves flowing over

and a mirror that will spray
crime's eclectic future

soothing in curves that tug
a plank of fertile boards
feline sleep on the target breathing

a grain of dirty snow
and the nose plowed air
web circling the sun

nibbling the tapped ashes
steel fist in a moldy glove

the purring obstacle
up high on a tower of chairs.
They are feeding feces
into my bloodstream,
they are all I know.

Sun's feathers
raining around my replacement shadow.

A stunned mirror of cages
looking up through the shivering trees.

Cartoons born to trudge in sorrow
while the flesh marches off.

The smirk of a modified unit
theory of a fucked soul
tucked into the maelstrom
like a wheat pocket
squatting on the radiant barrier

face wrapped for mister medusa
in a dance of shitting.
Which self, which
glazed inversion,
will break up and ascend?

What roving sky
should catch
the transparent bones?

A bed sheet quivers
over the quiet abyss.

A lightning stroke selects
between invented persons.

The stained wood
of metallic courtrooms
crimson touched thunder of horses

fork and spoon fighting
at a weary table

the ceiling's hourglass
a vulvic solar flare.
Bent airships
rutting the clouds above

letting a tangled light trickle.
Stunned footsteps adding moonshine

to a day in need of water
cubicles steaming and sending paper

to the digital throne and swift cut breeze
wings lashed around the body of a stone
the web of faces

an avalanche of steel tongues
and skin cell theater
a monkey needle

the ears of a tree bleeding labial platform
smoke's robe of kings
leaf rolled for a glowing exit
celestially folded.

Saturday, September 19, 2020

Islands pushing at the sun
a turning spear that churns
the spent canals

mirror gathering moisture
in a cloudy tower
the pen stripped from the flesh
chains dripping with brushes.

Roads of electricity
that lead to a blood soaked court.
Nets flapping in the empty breeze
air packed leather
coils of a tar pool
tin plated haircut
and drooling brains
the dirt's mercy
sun's piercing cool
saturnine depth

the separated gaze
fighting in flight
and falling to the heights
balling.

Friday, September 18, 2020

Basins of tears from the sky
cliff side sputtering mirrors

pipes flowering rainbow paint
the sweat on the guardrails

lights that submerge in metal
and come out in glass

old barns fallen to dust
reassembled with holograms

wire's thatch of a running noise
that fits the engine's clear throat

blue sky in a ring of smoke
big wheels of pine scent

blankets of fallen wigs
from a passing theater

trod in clay
flickering grey cusp
of the flood in shackles
a park mapped world.
Grids of stains that sprouted spores
around the greasy tender

branches tapping long bulbs of light
on the broken court's metallic ceiling

how the gods yearn
to come down in flesh
and walk the hollow tar
to the edge of trees that are talking

taste summoned from a ditch
of many fragile colors

smog foaming in the egg crates
to be drone delivered.

Thursday, September 17, 2020

Melt painting the frosted road
hail flogged bodies proceeding over
tooth floss bridges and daisy chains
hose wrapped parchments transporting clouds
over eighteen wheeled petals of metal
the station's neon
glinting to backdrop a mountain.

Circuits that speak to the labyrinth
they enfold with mushroom lightness
fast pouch of swinging chairs
mannequins alert on benches
the rubber walls of assaulted playgrounds
staring from mercurial futures
staining thoughts of wood.

Tuesday, September 15, 2020

Venus is incubating intelligent microbes.
The pink rises from the purple
and the purple black.
Fur dancing on bones
an immaterial plane.

Skin washed and faded
for a mind in the clouds.
Pliable tins of mercury
slim spires of rock.
Puddles that spread for miles
of a mineral that paints in numbers.

Vegetating near the cave core
bearded stalactite
with a belly of eyes
scanning the seething millenia
reflected in butter
watching the machines teething.

Monday, September 14, 2020

Gnashing stars of faded ages
made their dark imprint.
The cold dawn fell on one leaf
and turned.  A rainbow helmet
expanded over cliffs
and wild woods.

Stalks crashed in the penetrative night.
Suds of mercy and sand blasted blood.

Waking on a fabric of rabbit knuckles
listening to coins plink
in the wooden distance
dry library to laundry chute
the swirling moon.
Let the mutilated gift rise.
And the teeth of mercy
remain still in the earth.

Stains on the sky that moves.
Docks to the ocean's center
glinting in dawn light
fibers wrenching steel.

Roads of a tunneled mountain
quaking into night.

Sunday, September 13, 2020

Sidewalk arms
flinging from the molten heart
a cast of red mercury
pillars of squirming gold
stretching webs of water.

Ferns in flesh of rage
that wobble while its milk quakes
rug diamonds and mouth trapped rain
the fire of the highway's end
to a beeline island

summer's frozen husk
in sudden winter.

Thursday, September 10, 2020

Shocking waves
of the null and void fabric
that rules the dark
suddenly lengthening;

feet that follow the lightning
detached in the hands;

one ink stabbed hole
in the emptiness spreading

heaven's blade in a band of oil
tracing the grass
hearts.

Wednesday, September 09, 2020

Words flowing down
the ivory slide

I can't find anchor
on this earth.

Windows in the deep ocean
dimming under invisible eyes.

Shelves of coral where a pink mouth
incessantly speaks.

And a sash parting
to the outer grave
a pebble's ruin of castles.
Chain mail trembling
against the padded sky
the torn eye veins
of a slapped seer
charms in mercury
rapt and shining through
webbed cellophane

Outcroppings that drip with ketchup
the railway of tangled cells
running and winnowing
singular time
forming a motley egg

that sits on a park bench weeping
and collecting sand from the breeze
a last counter's ooze
and exclamation plank
putting blades in the earth.
Stacks on fire of the cells
melted into fiber
light dancing through numbered flesh
the electric stroking of minerals

gods of a tarnished shell
tugging horse whipped mercies.

Thankfulness of slaves
who have served their unit.
And an oily rainbow
lashing its tail in blood.
Pondering the wrath of the vulva
the splashed and hated tables
sprouting a psychedelic life

from the crashed courtyard of velvet
little blades in the wheel of lion's feet

cranes towering with split and bleeding branches
wires eating through rotten ears

and a skeleton of chains battered
by time's worthless fever
and sugar cluster of ants.

Thursday, September 03, 2020

Down all the paths at once
in many vessels

smoking the grass that grew from ruins
watching the hollow rooms

hills roll into tar and taffy
gloves that walk and talk and

move under foggy bridges holding nothing
nineteen acres on a skyscraper's outer wall

a sky of wires spitting
and a torn tomb.
The air is pregnant with shit.
A wheel turns.
Bones vibrate to yodeling mouths.
Symmetries of gold and silver
crush the bloom of earth.
Screaming pipes drain
a vat of acid.
A sex act on fire
is received with arrows.

Cubes open up to be observed
in the cemetery condo.
Pans of soil push
a cartoon crucifix.

The moon flees
into torn space.
A street light goes out
like a pawn.
The nets of time
move.

Wednesday, September 02, 2020

The shoreline extended
to include piles of painted ribs

pushing foam walls
against leaning trunks

the sky dispersed in streaks
faint shells and wires

under the shadow of grainy towers
on the asteroids of autumn

that ride a lunar breath
to the curve of Earth's lung

a pool of eels in red eggs
seeking the digital drain.
Beyond all sense and reason
yet within the bounds,
my love for Devlin the poet
and Dylan J the color maker,
old strands of light suffering
in new person.

Rooms flapping in the maze
where I lived in stasis,
looking for their cushions and masks,
comparing translucent blood,
passing into noon to make
morning night,
sharing slandered walls.

Horizons peering back
from the ant-crawled sill
ice pitcher and a leaf rolled
days to be paid with pounding clouds
the ache of a rancid pendulum
a trinity of pierced spaces
in the gassy sprawl.
In the zone before age breaks you,
and you get tired of fighting fate,
there are many deserts and falls
many spurts controlled and contained
before the bursting takes,

And you ask clouds questions
that even the straightest line
cannot answer,

Torches waved at the expanding halo,
glass eyes replaced in circuitry
that never ceases,
that never feels the dawning echo
of a voice that failed.
Cranes above the overpass
alphabets gliding across
its shining underbelly
tanks of glue with pierced eyes
tubs of eloquent mercury

halls with feathered fog
that lead to picnic orgies
in a courtyard of shimmering green
a roaring train's veiled
mouth of light
and rear car's fevered blanket

lines ascending on the rubber glare
of glass helmets climbing
a trail of gore where jewels blink
pulleys cranking for lunar
tears.

Thursday, August 27, 2020

The sweetened curves
of a dumpster angel
crying minerals in her chemical deep

rings of smoke blinking
in procession around
the flying neon shops,

the spitting mountain sides
and hailstone ravaged peaks,

lungs in a lattice of trees
puffing pink light
and orange crested spires.

Wednesday, August 26, 2020

Green pastures drenched in oil of saliva
the rapture of painted clouds

lines reaching over hilltops
where the wind has collapsed,

shelves in a wave of birch
climactically spouting water,

a shore patrolled by caves that echo,

highway of wood shined
under a forest of bicycles,

the oozing jets of captured radiance
rolling to the fall of bones

and the summer's orange yield.
Stacked photos of the left behind outline,

crunch of recalls
doubling up on the horizon's
rim of cloud,

treadmills chewing
that were walked by all,

torso enwrapped in satellite wires
gathered from the visionary air,

a claw mark in the ceiling
separating into light,

bright limbed carcass
dancing with his cousin pines.
Touched by the electric storm cloud
clustered in waiting
that blood dispersed
stems cracking the lake's lining
where the shells
and bright grey morsels speak

and vines that a machete spoke to
word for sullen word.

Glass disguise and mustache
in the pink cloud that rides
a hijacked train
and gurgling prairie
where wires dropped and bones

took on the gloss of flesh
that a moon moves toward.
Threads along the shore
fraying on the blades
of what your life has hidden,

singing in stacks and coils
what you could not utter,
a chain of clay

spreading in the landscape's oil,
a scooped-out cake of pipes and wood
dangling in starved gravity

piercing the deepest
lock.
Rim of the volcanic cough
that scatters light bulbs.

Dancing bodies in a ring of teeth
trying the orange velvet horizon.

Eyes across a bright table
that never meet.

Planetary scythe
through a cloud of echoes

hinge of a clapping shell
that spits a pearl with roots.
A winking walker
fueled by smoke
remembered by broken bones
left behind on stone walls

rolling logger trails
where sun cuts a rift
to a pool of dust
a portrait in tarnished glass

and a spider web guitar.
Fake wood paneling core
battery led light
a relentless cloud
spitting thumb tacks
and a horrible gravy
a chain of feathers

sputtering across the moon
vibrated puddles
stilled in mid air
thoroughly crossed with waves
that laser the rip tide
wings and pads of all that move
coming home to the blade
folded in collapsed space's
night cloth

a rolling dock's vistas
pumping in the shell
of heaven overturned
apoplectic metal.
Blank dawn floating
on flattered green

a ring of painted stingers
and ruptured lights.

Bulk of straw vernacular
falling down the stairs

a spill of powdered bones
talking to a cartoon syringe.

Cushions of wheat bran haircut
brow folded over the talking tongue
lost in a committee of mouths.

Wednesday, August 19, 2020

Galaxy's purple black
rift of maps
and weary compasses
threads that bulb
in the presence of
punched-out space
rudder dragging in a tub of brains
eclipses that ride together
in a compromised dawn.

Paths in the sky
reaching the outer systems
gas to gas orb
shield to shrinking shield.
When the pale light
poured over the window
and the frogs bloomed
in the thin back yard

branches wrapped in unceasing tongues
clouds ascending to nudge
a trash rainbow
hornets in shells of ink
a web of sap and gum
touching broken feet

a sheet fled from the bed
and cups of coffee multiplied
around its bent ecstasies
the imprint of frailty
toward the infinite
through ransacked space.
If our empty road
would turn to flower and stop
yielding to speed and currency
tapped ashes expressing wings

we'd pour the gravel cup
of burnt brains and dueling shells
out on a thousand unknown instruments
and be free of light and dark
in a blended slurry

puckering lands and sky
licking to be fed
while the milky way falls
among evaporated globes.
A chain of oceans
sprawling across the smoked sky
an elevator of halos
around the reserved chair.

Marbles in a sand pit
clacking as the lizards move.

Rain's morsels of fur
floating in mysterious puddles.

Out on a paved slope
staring over the cancelled harbor.
My porous holiday
that touched the wrinkled hills
before they fell
completely, a rag's journey
and brass companion.

Yarns that trace the wake
a shark's gill that jets
swishing past the ribs
a dream placed in water

graveyards of the surface
palpitating in wrath
tongues finding a passage
in the rock flooded soil
and map sabotaged
wheel.
Eagle wings on fire
heading into the eclipse.
A mountain top's rippled corner
of horizon conquered
lagging in a filament stream.

Pipes tugging to the core
what was whispered previously.
A hum of buzzing hearts
that won't shut off the soil.
Runes tapping at a long boardwalk
that relinquished light.

Rag spider
painting marble with a wet coal
the outskirts of a disc
that wears a town
rewarding the razor finder
and a spit sunk flute.

Thursday, August 13, 2020

A seat of marble in a deep pool
glint of sky that finds
the fiber optic snarls
that snag a bug eyed diver

neon slapped in glittering glue
on diner tables
wrinkled sticks of starch
a ticket's artificial hand.

Beetle wings
in the halo's antenna
rig of hollow smiles
an escape in foil

tub's thud of pumped water
a glistening window
following the snapped vein home.

Wednesday, August 12, 2020

Ships of resistant skin
from a metallic planet.
Doves with a ball of claws
shared beneath their down.

Storms riding stacks of cans
to the theater of evening.
Trunks of a raging seed
pushing pavement chunks.

Limbs across a shut door
providing perspiration
for the blood gatherers
forever in disharmony's purple

field of nodding lances
domes of rugged heat
square's golden yield
these slapdash bones in rapture.

Sunday, August 09, 2020

The ink ran and the clouds
became day.
Serpents of laughter descended
from unformed trees
the hand of a disturbed god.

Branches punched a thicket of wounds
navigating the gas
of stars.

A leaf torn blaze of breezes
wet folding machinery.
Tables dripping that stretch
to the edge.

One fruit's mouth
engulfing the others.

Cell divisions
crying in the grip
of a canny enabler.
Paint scheming as it sets
bones glued to a seismic plan.

Oceans in a ring of tools
gawking at the beak
stabbed sand.

Murderous bodies that walk
from a stray vehicle
a particle's forbiddenness
worshiped.  Walls of steak
letting a vein dangle.
Flagging the high curfew of dawn,
with a curved companion.
Bottle in a hand of wood
that does not believe.

Overlooking the spilled rig
of other beds
the hacked ribbons
of other time's trajectories
and the solemn eel
that rides their undergrowth
paving a hot mirror
the acid point standing on grass
the fetters of a ditch
bound.

Saturday, August 08, 2020

The embers faith turned grey
pulsing around a torn pit

stacks of day lit hay
padded with ragged bed sheets

a mouth of noiseless presence
hovering in the hell of packed streets

a stubby note recording finger
studded rings that painted take

a coughing rind of scriptures
up against a brick foot

the buried cornerstone's vine
pushing dirt and laughing
Worm carving a stone Earth
image sprawled on myriad ledges

they line up to feed on the gloss
farting yarn and scriptures

pushing cages that do not line up
stabbing pages that don't answer back

spitting on a mute screen
robotic headdress

rotting orbs that fume
in the deep tan painted ceiling

blades turning in a web of caught hair
long rays of shimmering scum
caught in the belly of a taught camera.

Friday, August 07, 2020

Through the mirror of a dim hall
nude painted on a patterned rug
searching for the keys
that wrapped his name

the wood sprang and fell
leaves' thatch work propping up the sun
sunglasses on rock pillows
rain's taste of sky

molten eyelash coursing
throughout the network
rump staring at a vacant highway.
Up the structure's mass
into a series of silk lines

rooting in the attic
for an earth without time

puddles glinting with skyscrapers
from some far off bubble

dining room table shine under
window lit vitamins

a diamond carved crack
eating up my infamous children

cup's stronghold of parted sky
its ripped reflection.

Tuesday, August 04, 2020

A brazen fuck tool
flying around the mountains
flirting with nitrogen
and high green sleaze
the foliage of cliffs
winking and sagging off.

Wings' energy of many mouths
sucking the air into interesting tunnels
architecture of waves.

Sun's blade on moving time
ripping visors to tinsel.
The whip crack of a man
rides his own horn unto the end
of a paint run,
slipping in the acid
that makes him dive,
flogging a wing of December.

Lichens in the eyes
that made him dance,
dancing in the streams
of wear and tear
that the stone is dressed in.

Monday, August 03, 2020

A stabbed suit
asking empty questions.
Cracked electric voice
in a vase of snakes.

Push cart of glassy tables
falling into the onion patch.
Solemn flatulence of fungus
smearing the open tide.

Man's rind in his basket.
A tall wound in orange velvet
peeling reams of bright matter
from the whimpering chairs
of a tree.
My octopus heart
exploding over the trash cans.
Lines of blood from space
descending through my frame.

An ovary factory
multiplying in my left eye.
The proportions of a mad figure
scratching a statue's stare
into my bones.

Sunday, August 02, 2020

Through the walls of unsealed light
I circled the kitchen's corners
looking for a scentless flask
to pour the honey of water.

Slabs of kisses that
did not break through.
Doors of sliding glass
that scrape over
my suit of eyes.

Boxes that gathered the people
who drew lines on my skin.

Saturday, August 01, 2020

He held twinkling chronology
in his hand, to surf the tinsel
with a tossed seed, gouging coal
within a palpitating closet,
streaking far territories
from a curled up ball.

Armchairs and couches
from his bones
twitching nightly
in his hen house room.

Wand's kaleidoscopic tackle,
that pricked a wallpaper Easter.
Choirs of machinery and light
hustled from an electronic howl.

Friday, July 31, 2020

Long paths
from the peak that cracked.
Twilight droplets
on the tar stains.
Quiet steps to the top
of the pyramid
that slept in the distance.
A closed frame
tugging the dream that fled
through mercury afternoons
to the root of basement dreams
turning furry pages.

Energy tuned to a bristling string
that hangs the hangman.
The retching of
an outcropping tongue
pierced balcony, where the gold
teeth wait.

Popped eyes of a lizard
gazing over the blessed cloth.
Big screen factory
beaming the antiseptic
painted rectory

flogging the fur
of a talking rug.
The task force of eternity
is kicking your head
the gravestone spotlight
is taking over
all hallowed neon
shop fronts and exercisers
plaid muscles and jacked up smiles
our belt buckle sonatas
and fiat blues

no symmetry of horizon
could ever connect
to the coiled heart
of a tidal wave of serpents
a continent wide hallway
of unified slamming doors
and hostile beams on the harbor

a corn brimming hill
silk raving expanse
pink cubbyholes and
rubber shelves of bleach
barbed wire night dress blueprints
and seething ooze
to soothe the massive ships
with long long windows
faint waterfall's
cool.

Monday, July 27, 2020

My brother in the branches
a sunken candelabra
lifeboats of eyeballs
snarling in ashen twine

a drum's head in his skull bone
raging cushion of mustaches
tugged across a painted field.

Bulbs pushing from soil's twilight
the winding of compacted paths
his seat of angelic hands
a bruised view of breezes
taken to the edge of rocks
where green pines slide into the sky
and a visor fills with cloudy blood
face to prefigured face.
Stacked avengers of torn space
ringing bells in a hollow hall.
Straight lines of energy
from the inexplicable light.

Hands connected that slide
from reality.
Yearnings buried in granite
shards glinting to
the north of time.

Sunday, July 26, 2020

Traces of derangement's kisses
bubbling in a clear eye
and comet's tail.

Circles of water expanding
throughout the paper flesh.
An arrow flying through
two thousand leaves.

Years in a quiet zone of glass
the string stretched to meet the ink
frame glued to a stump
whose roots ache within a raging soil
to vein the sky
and take a halo to the lava's hall.

Saturday, July 25, 2020

A row of deer
on a ripped horizon
gazing through the vapor
that called them home

cracks in a high beached iceberg
a computer chiming
deep in the bubble's path
twelve sets of eyes

I am a diamond on the chopping block
that comes at dawn

terse clouds and lashed branches
a deceptive cavern
bloodying its coal touched way.

Friday, July 24, 2020

In a blank backyard
he stares at the chicken factory.
Bricks glisten above the swamp glare
swelling moss lines
the broke white paint
meeting oily outlines.

A park bench by the riverside
with a question mark of smoke
stares him down
from a fire pit mirror.
His place of bread abandoned
yearning force field of monkey bars.

Glue spaced on the ladder
with the hand prints
that lead to sky.
To the artist perched
between floods, keep spinning;

to a thousand brothers who
have little, golf leaf will be
pressed between the suns,

given to the nights that are
suspended in vaseline vapors,
kerchiefs tagged to the ship's waist

orbits driving a helicopter
shadowed garage,
glass variety of screens
pushing his mud face
and widowed valentine
a cliff's root of sorrow

soot fastened in silver birth
expectant foliage
the rimmed oceanic eye.
Beneath the trees and separated
clouds, bitter apples and dust
painted glass, watching the stones
pick up light, and the long
docks drown.

A chain of beds crying epiphany
alarms puckered in the sweating
heat, blood dancing that had
its holiday, and the last
pronged fences down.

Shop window's awning
that protects a shelter
of labels, the fur drenched
of a spirited quantity,
the cone blocked net and hoop
a quiet shadow.

Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Wing of a pierced balcony
leaking stones to the foot
of the mountain
a pond away.

Rugs of a flower that spreads
from hallway to hallway.

Following a bronze light
through laminated news
chasing the comet's
photograph.
Patches of daylight that fell,
separating comrades,
splitting a coal that spoke,
rattling a mapped sky,

a beach laid out in foil.

Bones and their expressions
positioned on a rippling wave.

Monday, July 20, 2020

The brow above the forelock,
cursing to be freed
from the living straw,
spaces and their luxuries
descending away from
his kleptomaniac hands,

a struggle with the banister highway,
traces of the departing law,
a lumped-in weasel
crying from the clay of cheese
that stuck him there,

a tame unit, reptile detector
switched off by the stream
of special energy,

tracking his ruined fortune
into a maze of invisible fumes,
waving a peace stick,
plucking a hollow circuit
with blood filled teeth.

Saturday, July 18, 2020

Dough boy dripping fat
from a live wire
where he parked his guts
and sank

cabin reflecting light
from the scattered harbor

apples turning in a fiery breeze
branches crooked around the crooked heart

sky's wax and yawning need
a tugged snail mouth
grime and antenna

time's folded reeds.
Cracked limbs, crazed eyes
the slit torso's path
down to the slime in the river

pearls of hate from the lips
that soothed the city
from a crutch of bones

bulging with proud meat
when the days were full
of friendly poison
and he sucked it up like a jet engine

to spew confetti from the outskirts
and the dry lanes

where eyes look out from
machine made caves

ribbons of space
curling on the speed of earth

the peace of his blood
like mica in the mountain rock
blinking with lunar light or noonday sun
an untouched button.
Beauties in fire lit oil
the canvas of spent days
unrolled under a concrete bridge,
green plumes rippling
the girder stapled horizon,

radio signals of crashed cars
the spoon's deceit
in the presence of the fork,
bricks melted to the slow earth
sky's hooks in combing
shaking lacerated lines.
Up on a green ledge
near the moon
smoking and thinking
throughout the careless trees

watching the rivers freeze
from a frozen height
walking planks and girders
in a dissolved blueprint

nesting in plaster corners
jabbing the needle in an empty factory
producing suits of clothes
from a microwave.

Winking out of the broken cycle
lint eyes for teeth
and bulbs of sinister wire
tar wrapping around the sprouting curb
like a volcanic surge.
Life is the damage
that accumulates, the bats
hovering in a pizza parlor.

Vacant looks that burst
too early, passing one another.

Screams distant, same screen
broadcasting the smoke of bricks.

Numb in the bank of lights,
the swirling cafeterias.

Riding the propeller blade
to another circuit,
another  darkening chair.

Watching one slim page
turn into multiples,
hoping that death comes topless
to anoint this recovered path.
I responded to all the calls
for inspiration, some from
the mouth that drowns in fire.

Watched sea horses file
across the plaster cast of my tongue
and find a beloved screen.

Adored the ones impossible to keep
for life or replication
surfed their floors and ceilings
in an entertaining blaze of suicide.

After the psychic action
the drum beats and the terror
of a tipped buffet
the hunted coming back to life
I hung up on the strained electrocution
sat down in an evacuated place
and watched the rings fade outward
into blind space.
Black teeth of rage
from a rotted casket
from a world wheeled out
the crack in a dark gymnasium

gnashing lava in film tapped waves
headpiece flooded with effects pedals
the rushing tunnel of flowers
that lets you up.

Pie eyed lentils of a swinging stem
dance of many limbs and hinges
lobster horns and their known antenna
prairies crackling with hard fought light

the misted symphony
of a closed car

a dim center's
bright berry
glistening.
I press all the buttons
and wait for the machines to come.
Poison leaves with radiant red tones
wave to me.  The breeze
is their master.
I slosh for clams
in the grey water
of the auditorium bird bath.

Confused millions
watch me become
a granite orb.
Shorelines cross
from opposing beaches.
A wedge lands
in the split of my brain
above a spray of bone.
I am tired of the inky ax-wound,
tired of the expected dawning,
tired of the simpering
sawmill that grinds my name.

Yet behind the light
the unknown beckons
from a growing depth,
a source-full fountain
and a traveler's stripe of records.

Mountains carved by ice
and fiery thuds
bread begging for salt
and catastrophic clearings,
two sets of hands on a spreading drum
sky's pinned
cake frosting atlas.
Floors lit to the top,
all kindred and distant dancing,
bulbs turning that hold the nimbus steady,

voices electronically carried
to one place, in its thousand
fragments, tusks on the shirts
and faces, their recorded dusk,
the dark blue ad lib,
a mercury arrow

pouring through their scenery,
and my way out,
and the keyboard laughing
and the one woman hovering
over the doorway
and the puddles that seethe
and then sit quiet

throughout the heaving
tar cake.
Seeing my kingdom harmed
each latch persecuted by rust,

every stone across the river
scratched by broken bone,

tubs squeaking and balloons singing
pipes throbbing in a cemetery earth,

a plastic sprayed
remembrance of nudes,

a woolen photograph
and bronze fed calculator,

seats at the edge of time falling
from its tangle of productions,

leaf light dangling promised vines
divine departure from the hollow tool

lip's deep
paper drop of blood.
Dusting the footstools
in a sterile area,
perched in the fur of the indoors
with a bottle of blue spray,
moving like a turkey,
lurking in a hollow hour,

cave of the ink
that extends transparent limbs,
hill among hills
calling hour to hour,
patchwork farm over
digital echoes,

shell of the one bewitched,
the waste that hurts and the pearl
earned,
ship starting from leakage
and revolting beyond the sun,

a joined lung in tatters.
Searching through the goldenrod
for a wet mirror,

ledge of an evaporated waterfall
with a chain of chairs.

Each window sealed against a bigger window
casings ablaze with magnified light.

Hallways for the frames and shadow monster
kept in a ring of forces
photo recorded smiles that eat the cardboard
of a wrapped house.
Green strokes down the rock side
and the peace of the sand pits
in an electric light
black tides that came
feathers laced along the high rise
a cracked seam
in strange mornings
sun that became wallpaper
and wood that spoke
to others while I slept
ceilings and high
windows embroidered
moon staring like a cow
low fences gleaming

and a tip to the knit hillside
where an oil gathers
vision from the stems of bone
smooth traces of prints
found dancing.
Slabs of agony and hilarious effort,
squashed into a thin tube
like a cartoon rag.

Yards of cotton sprawl
over hologram rugs.
Porno plays on the surface of a lake.
A tree turns into a pole.
Mind wakens in the rock
great peaks go up over the forests.

Balconies with snowball eyes
peering through toasted railings.
A cell and a small rack of bones
window high up and open.
Close cropped gnashing cranium
riding a breeze over the garbage cans
a painted order
shoes flying between tall trees
shores appearing in a parking lot
tiny maps of creases
warped glassy shields
a stone spider
reaching through a helmet's crack.

Pieces of a cornerstone
scattered to the resurgent
blood.
I see you glistening like a number
perching on the buried lid
your ticket in a cloud dispersing
around your thawed
astonishment.

I see you first among
the petals of the bureau.
Dunked in frosted cake
biting a telephone.

The halls are an octopus opening up
to a restless center.
Signs and names fluttering
on the golden peak
of a vast debris.

THE PEOPLE OF THE MASK

The people of the mask
only seen from a distance
stooge hands hopping tongue lit doors
belted fronds walking cobbled walls
clouds gathering around the eyes
laser observed throughout the depths
labyrinthine aisles.

Points in their speck of light
rotating downward.

Tuesday, July 07, 2020

His machine gun opera over,
torso open like a vulva,
windows cascading from high boxes,
lines descending in electric slopes,
pages torn from the spine
that follow vibrating elevators,
green molecular clumps,
a basement corner's tiny piano,
rags that wiped the head
that once spoke
gathered in a milk torn crate
and resplendent screen.

Monday, July 06, 2020

Pacing the fallen sword skyscraper
bones lurching over the moss frame
a cell's tug of war between trees
forked branches stretching a web
the slingshot horizon ready to twang
through my belt of guts
watching the screened rooms fade
and the silver traces
unfold like a waffle maker.
Bullets whizz through slates
chalk rhymes with reaching hands
a harp impaled
dragging a luxurious shadow
pines peeling in the hot light
fingernails carving orange rinds

a seat at the smoky edge
of rubber's fire pit--
stabbed cushions and comic covers
glacier's track of foot worn blades.
Foam spattered behemoth

digging out his eyes
with a pastry knuckle
treading the elusive ice
of a cool mirage
slipping through a pore
in the wrench lit
galactic body

clutching at shells in a wave
flesh embedded sunglasses
on a rip tide path.
Saturated walkways
gurgling blood pellets
some outer shore.

Willows dragging in green depths.
Hands with an armor of stone
bright gems in the wreckage.

Cans on a wire of thought
a fragrant chimney rattled.
Ink flipping with no empty
holiday in sight.

A raging syrup
seeds that will be your sculptor
aging vacant lids.
A cotton road
undulating specks

of cracked dry ice
garden statue's severance

split bones decorating grass
earth's mold of painted suits

smoke rigged slick tracks
of radiant lightning

a floating couch
over the perforated void

water lapping a chalk scratched rock
grooming fissure's ooze.
Walk winding to the mountain top
mirror tapped in quartz
currents tossing an elbow faucet
rind carved bed tacked
to a black hole pillow
leaking lips of stars.

Two suspended units with
acre wide eyes
dim hats, two bearded
potatoes staring.
Square after square
of sharp corners
in the concrete sun.

Fresh vegetables emerging
from TV static
tapes yearning in the habitat soil
to enwrap the stacked trees.

Energy caught in a bowl cut
teeth gleaming like a gelatin razor
fossil uniform
and plastic mold full of glass
wheels working the cemetery clay
granite benches calling.

Thursday, July 02, 2020

Scorched throats
omitting gaseous chants
bodies bulging from
a fountain's mouth
tongues frozen to bronze blades
tendrils halting on plates
letters crashed in powder
mantles dripping wings
beady antlers breaking loose
from a severed skull.

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Rage through open fields
running from a self produced machine,
tagged by pincer mouths
the separating body,

pools of living oil
electromagnetic arms,
trunks of rippling mercury
that rise from crumbling earth,

humming wires that pierce the eyes
and enhance the skull,
bonds of bone burning energy
that aggressively fart,

straws pumping vagrant water
from an emptied sky,
domes pissing out of painted cracks,
moons assembled from the farthest realms
draining blood from stone.

Monday, June 29, 2020

Brain on a candle
melting through a floating ditch
cleft of insect ridden clay
extracted from a breathing Earth

webs of plastic gum
breaking anvil teeth
a ledge of gleaming metal
electrocuting veins

tongues drooling from barrels
fired on a sleeping wedge
of split eyes
ripped bolts of screaming cloth
wrapped in omnipotent ooze
a kept reflective blade.

Friday, June 26, 2020

The sill on your forehead,
your laughing goatee,
Can thumping on the radio
drumstick wires

salt ridges in the fault line
tugging to be free of light,
shrugging beneath tar
nevertheless carrying
the bronze lightning
from a gash
from a fond echo
that was more than zero
days added up
in the eyebrows of that face
and the vast clouds
waiting.
We took a craft on strings
and those strings snapped
near the top.

Through the ruddy windows
looking at each other.
A table of polished wood.

A glass with its
16 ounces of water.
Rays of light
spreading on the lawn.

Driveways we were
laughing after.
Dazes in the cemetery wind.
Blankets ruffled on grass.
Patterns melting through
a web of roots
dancing.

Monday, June 22, 2020

RING MIRROR

Too many of my origins
have been scorched,
climates folded, couches going up
in dust, closing refrigerator doors
discharging confetti voices,

floating through a powdered hallway
to tap the alarm,

I touch my plastic wrapped
smile of dough,

I retch the feathers
that have colored destiny,

climb the branches that lead
to the overwhelming light

and touch the feeling current
with worms and fur blankets
tucked into a series of gloves,

through a muddy sequence
from a clouded bulb, prick's trumpet
for a caught sparrow
languishing on his wire.

Friday, June 19, 2020

The honeyed curves of these roads
and the lacerating headgear
shrines moved to the uppermost floors
offices blinking like wet paint
in the nether rapture.

Antenna linked hands ultraviolet
tin foil reflecting hats
a court of sunken hoops
tooth scraped counter tops
faint blood's linoleum script
the keyhole's twitching understood

as a blue fuse lacking in fire
lilac's closing of rented doors
tar mouth at rest
in the furrow of tomorrow.
A quiet silk storm
coming over the barrier rail
a row of screaming beauties
wet screen of daffodil paused
thin bulbs rooting in the soil
anointed by a shadow bridge
eyes dazzled in the busy wheels
that stampede with floating berries
a marble set of waiting arms
exploded cherry's trumpet mouth
cobweb rib cage monkey bars
ring's edge of yellow teeth
an armchair in the bird bath crater.
Crucifix on an electric pole
teeth torn hanging
from infinite wires
tar's brown lightning of broken vistas
mouth's guitar of tongues
spilling over hot fossils
and antique rocks.

Painted bow glued to the prow
of the ship that crashes through
ancient longings captured
in sleek rubber
planetoid fiber and fist's
knuckle embers
window lists riding parallel
to painted concrete
seat's fluorescent spell.

Tuesday, June 16, 2020

NACHRUHM

Dark as the reaching veins,
a thinking stone, ponderously
guarding the shoreline,
letting the breakers wash
the surface to a series of blades,
cells blinking in the infinite flesh,
lava's mouth
pushing disconnected doors,
paths wrapping a dancer's ankles
shadow kissing an asteroid star.

The mirror and the skeleton
crashing behind an empty podium
dry tongue for an icy glass
a connected sky.

Monday, June 15, 2020

A scratched glass cliff
dawning at a dead end
vortex compiling claws
in a ball of twine.

Sugar carved
with laser teeth
tendrils reaching
from a stump's crack
sky giving way
to black light
and the tilt
of reflective mouths.

Pillowy abyss
flapping immaterial wound.