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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.