Friday, January 31, 2020

Processed by the dark sun,
the breathing vegetables,
the dimly erected standstill.

Chased through the cemetery walls
by a scanning and dilating light.

Parked with my friend the eater
at the foot mouth
of the palace.

Sent to the ropes
and chains of love work
trapping a moth with beetle's wings
the faucet's news
of a depth charged sector
rain touched syllables of blood
raking a cloth screen.

Wednesday, January 29, 2020

The fire's path
over blown dust of dawns
rugs chipped fresh with calm wood
languid by the stories of the hearth
a tigress in waiting and the wet cup

towns and ragged outposts crying
under the roar of the river
a cemetery swims
in a symmetry of caged smoke
and free flowing gold.

Tuesday, January 28, 2020

I see your form scraped
into a cliff's face
dimming in the lunar hand
that passes over you

tracking water to my mouth
the milk's broth of searing stars
bustling around

I know I touched
your human moment
you know you had a handle
on my crashing
there's a monument between us
that will not move.

Monday, January 27, 2020

The ultra tectonic
mountains moved
to make one string sing
and the worthwhile burden

taffy lit multiplying docks
zeroes brought to shore
multiplying trillions
lines climbing day
elaborating on a fault line
building bundled seed
strung to the chimneys
a frond licking air
pale heart lost in the vast skeleton
clinging to a corner

vines tree climb with me
stir with a move your hot breath
outside a growling tumbling
garbage can
I have remained waiting.

Saturday, January 25, 2020

A flying boulder
wrapped in moss
the yearning for touch
of a gloved populace

running seared roads
tugged by the gum
of an outer space web
spread eagle on a satellite
open body beaming

let the forests come forth
on curtain veils
and summer ride ice
to mountain hideaways

the mouthpiece of fissured rock
gushing into my naked
hands.

Friday, January 24, 2020

Formed in ghosts
of underground water
words riding the air
to a dance of hips and eyes
conjurer being conjured
from the hot ground
shining to a strung out grind
drunk on the pyramids
black rectangles of smoke
a mold that intersects and fades
pipe to the mouth singing
the flicker of circling rocks
an orb that she whispers through
all elements and shapes tunneling
through to the void
frame slipping and caught
by a thousand tongues
garters lashed to the waterfall
kissing hooks in clay
Serpent woman
my shaded lily
screaming purple light

tall door cracked
on the after world
a streaming high rise
gray dawn dappled
with green buds

a train of plush
blood red seats
going through
the mighty mountain's heart
pouring next to a river

the laughter of a cleaved open day
mounting out of her

a laundry line or power line
of cut birds.

Thursday, January 23, 2020

Bad Christ laughing
in the middle of history

the thought flaring
from nowhere, having
become a man

roots tugging a dark
swimming pool of soil,

the night with wires
blithely contained.

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Circling the lake
wounded into pilgrimage
swimming for fiery logs
in an upside down planetarium.

Plunging either side of the canyon
could be worse.
Chaining the door
of an outside web
could bring scum home forever.

Golden lanes around the tombs
puffing mazes riding the neon drought
the shine of beaten tables
tubs of wind making silky
alphabetic sounds.

Sun in its ring of vapor
steel slide and its run of keys
waking pasted to a basement window
people used to like my dumb face
gawking back at them in bubbles
before I faded.

Alone on a tin wing
supper in abandoned camp
reproductive sauce discarded
the fallen grid of ash
a light kept in ink
sight dragging on denied hands.

A rusted leaf
slime of molded hoops
dropping through a bleach scrubbed hangar
shadow of an oak
shape of the one who is not looking.

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Mattress flashing up against the sky
you and me scrubbing the angel ragged
hoops encircling reflected worlds
milk squeezed from a floating hand cloth
forms rising to feel the cleave
claw footed ripples
we are carrying through space

a shawl of echoes
falling from the glass
of your woman form
for branches climbing water
and the beads of blowing chains
salt painting a contested sheet
the rouge of your chapter
a ribbon box of purple cuffs

jelly for the circus
sun baked bent face
in a fence post shadow
dancing with your breath
all my fury with one nostril
grasping around your bread
all the flung fish coming home
leaves raining on the habitat

the cone of entwined coasts
a chandelier of spirits' web
moving over counted grains.

Monday, January 20, 2020

Climbing the aisles
silk and corn silk laced arms
spread ass under the overpass
the train car window's memory
grates steaming from a rack
far in the the thick red background
dream territory where I can't
do a thing about my brush stroke

the woven wool of you and me
lost in a spider's field
all pine handles
and paid-for wind
the curving light's glass
coming down through the crucifix
of a parking garage's gap
in the sky's heaps
gambles of the quick flesh
or a twilight airplane

island peering around the orbit of bridges
waterfalls through wood and metal eyelets
zen ropes of the town's high mask
and her ice twat shining
Shadow torn spring turned bright
thirst dug in the smooth
of the mud drained ditches
lost in the gizmo heart
of a mechanistic scene
turning pipes to pull
dead lengthening hairs
from the mountainous underbelly
the swing set's leather seats
flinging a cart's worth
of ambulance tools
bed-springs ringing
in battered ears
fresh vines climbing a ladder
to gash the helm of sun
carving a seat in sexual plastic
cracking the moon-torn code
elastic labyrinth
caved in by echoes
resurrected in steam.

Friday, January 17, 2020

The bosom's branches
joining a blue light
across a green expanse
platformed upon a seething tentacle
from the yearning core
bright voice of magma
tongue flicking from
the seams of the leaves

a fence of tits bobbling eyes
the meekness on oiled wood
a zone of milk doors
where what's born can smile

quartz fingers of a ridge in mica
gold and silver flaking from slate
to be renewed in the rip of water
and sent to sky.

Mother Mary Christ Of The Earth

When the bulb sings
awakening the tired planet
I will be held in your womb,
I will be a tomb reaching
to resurrection,
and the stars
darkening a saw blade
will cry out.

Slabs of gravity hacked
and re-rooted in time
the flashing organisms
to find my veins
brothers and sisters saved
by rings of vapor
sleek floating ships
and beds of departing soil
wrapped in cellophane rags

how I remember the gift inhaled
night spread over fields
with light of day to come
dark slug in a potted skull.

Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Sheol

In the cracked film
I am stuck in an old armchair
for years of watching the same
living set of synchronicities
continually occur within a grinding
kiss of rock, the far pine
mountain's judgement,
proud brains in a trickling ooze.

Naked at the windows
we see what the wind carries
wraiths and remainders
the left-out skeletons
of those like us
clutching a cold cylinder
lost in the magic of blood
refusing to look on high
for the light that watches

toss me a ham bone
meet me in the rolling steam
I will look for you as you move
you will expose yourself to me
and be unharmed in radiance.

Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Tehom

Trail ablaze with flattened light
the womb of blinking cages
long bearded trees
winding sky's black vapor
the suffering
in diamond studded houses
short marches over tidal hills
to car stripped valleys
lines coughing with current's
interrupted freeze
the tragedy of eyes
in suicidal ecstasy
the savior of humanity
gone in a rip of cloth

Monday, January 13, 2020

In the before world
and the after world
and the world that is

all melody of rings
and their grooves
to be added singing

while we are scrubbing a low floor

sky suds flowing over

the sun's desiccated
ridge of departure

paths wrapping a sealed fence
cream tones
eons of bone transformed
to be reborn in darkness

tongue of human work and more
plant succeeding
the sleek tide merciful
and the straight lines leaning.

Friday, January 10, 2020

Peaks of frozen ruby seas
rivulets winding over broken seats
vapor strips that dangle rubber handles
the blood bodies on a drum skin sheen
carved water and stuck fast blossoming shanks
sharp blades hidden in hyacinths
the groaning stalks and rain-made wheels
clacking many-petaled leaves
waterfalls of small graces and oily cloth dolls
skating rippled gold.

Thursday, January 09, 2020

The slim attractions of sculpted rocks
necklaced on a jutting ridge
placed by a celestial pull
circling painted sand

the sap of stumps regurgitating the image
of holographic cousin trees
vessels splitting into feathered crones
the teeth of bitter roots

a sky rope and fettered cheese
cloud ships with cluttered windows
wheels of rope and welded crystal
twists of mottled coil
the clapping of metal hands

a full grown man in a teapot
puffing hollow steam.

Wednesday, January 08, 2020

Sinews pushing buds along in blood
flowering throughout the ascendant body
stalks impaling ripped form
raising ragged flesh
to the sun's map of fire.

Fence posts lagging in mud
the shine of broken beasts
confetti of dancing orbits
across the lingering winds
the shape of a smile of madness.

Clam shells full of gold
spilling over hard lips
bones tied up with bones
no soft connection between
the leaves and stems of teeth
chewing spiritual strings
a hoof print in granite.

Tuesday, January 07, 2020

The ragged cliff's edge
drawing closer to an aspirin meteor.

Lava pouring over glossy
magazine limbs.

Lines of crumbling chalk
feeding impure water.

Surf that loves the bones
it scours clean.

Bulbs cracking skin in daylight
shoots mangling torrid air
fragrant without want.

Seed pods of the spider body
riding painted clouds,

a mineral on broken noses
trickling to dancing form.

Monday, January 06, 2020

The moon is oppressive, her salt
stains.

I am raining smoke
from a long branch, watching
her light touch eat.

The fern handles
of a fiery bicycle
beckoning with lidded wheels.
Long trails through the painted realms
where language is tamed like wheat.
Running mercury and its relationship
with radiant crystal.

A honed spear pushing the visible
into a wider sphere.
Stamps on the vacant husk
flicked seed for breathing mouths
long limb trees reaching over
the swollen bend of bridges
footpaths breaking wooden tracks
cracked shine of frozen vegetables
pines flanking garden lanes
birch statuettes
in the cemetery cold
the metal cans and crisp leaves
we're kissing

Two heaps of caricatured rain
the silk of buzzing power wires
cold fingers skiing past the powdered neckline
butts marking fallen trunks
the rot of latched boxes
rusted tanks of propane
the smoke of a petroleum road.

Webs of sad circuitry
and their sting of cancer
the drum skin for shell pierced hands
an hourglass desk
with cloth staples
and scissors waiting.

Friday, January 03, 2020

I am the column of breath
that rises on a shiver of green.

You are the gummy web
that holds my jagged bones
together.

Your back arched
on the emerging moon
me protruding toward
the incoming sun
angelic above the stool-spun
cannibals

meeting in substantiated flesh
the raw plateau of oxygen.

Thursday, January 02, 2020

Riding the spider arms
of a lurching graveyard
the spazz dictation
of a living slick machine
vertebrae sipping pink fire
in a bucking luncheon.

Long windows shaken by
the light over mountains
seats pitching through
the waves of steel.

Ink wrapped parchments
on telephone poles
the xeroxed signatures
ochre fading time.