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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.