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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.