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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.