Embroidered floors

spreading toward the sky's horizon

carried with a dance of obstacles

form riding in a cloud of butterflies

to be laid amongst roots.

Engine labyrinths

gliding over a flattened limb

a plastic island.

Podiums of salt

standing upright on broken cells

a microphone eye

crackling from the mouth

of a curling wave.

To the guardrails

latticed with flowers

at the end of a meteor's rusty trail

to the star on a tall pole

dripping with nectar and honey.

Float away from the game board,

until you fall upon me

over the arc you have followed.

I will blow you off, all of you

with my exploding blood.

A darkened corner

blossoming with tarnished stars

and blinking flowers.

Bones in heat curled up on straw

eyes lost deep between spaghetti veins

and stacked chairs

the steam of naked bodies.

Divinity in ash

crushed into a sleeping bag

watching girders fill with birds

frail pillars of crystal begun

on dreaming sexes.

The graph of stars,

spread over my naked sickness.

Signals casting in terrestrial slime.

A bridge between abandoned lives,

flashing and shedding scales.

Bright roads leading back to bones

in a cavern of guano.

The massive spider's thread

that dangles a brain,

a cemented spine,

frail alphabets dispersing

on radiant

poisoned waters.

Done waiting for the day,

the occasion, the hour.

Overjoyed with what exists,

matching the moment.

Watching the surface play

on the depths.  Made

useless for the leaders,

all the groups, all the carefully

assembled bullshit.

One man staring from a park bench

into the infinite

unpromised beyond.

Bones of black-eyed susans

sky's shell of reflected rock,

twin pierced ideas

flowing and holding.

Ghost catching over the old bridge

I see the reign of ice

in the stopped sky

a skeleton building fences

on a far replica

three stories high

sun scribbling on his skull

mysterious rings of fallen glass.

Doorways punched in mountain sides

for singing tracks

look through the storm's gold front

and oily curls.

My segment ship

moving through green after green

looking with dark eyes

upon the dawn's cargo

billboard shrieks and diamond harbors

where we cannot afford to go

glinting in the wincing distance

an empty chair

deepening under a solitary lamp

shoes on a chunk of ice drifting

and an open fall.

I thought I could chase every dream

and keep my soul.

Watch the worshippers of the razor

line up on a dead shore.

Me with a shrunken oar

on a floating splinter

in the spill of day

or chemically new light

rotating farther.

A hard road's reverse triangle,

masks powdered by bombs

in a silent cafeteria.

Seats where we spoke

to the fading reflections

of one another

fluttering through shade

beneath a balcony.

Help me to seek, to bring out

your pre-medicated body,

your long laughter and silent sneer

the river-led flight of your paycheck,

purple clouds above your fondling

sneeze.

In the bureau where I left my chains

on the plane of a stripped prairie.

In the narrow movement

stretching between lives,

where webs reach

from frame to frame

and glass thickens

a photographic chain.

On a pillow stomped flat

by the breath of a dinosaur,

one signature, one floating name.

The tedium without kisses lasted

until an avalanche of stars

broke the painted canyon open

in a breathing city.

Shale and mica hillsides

that guard the mountain's footpath

flowing with the tears of ice and moss.

Where a clouded sun ran

to the far side, and a moon

remained partly

hidden, behind the shifting maze

of the next day.

Flags on bloody spears

the flesh assembled for plastic gambits

an oceanic eye

where the configured haze

falters in a clear bang.

A jewel floating into the forest

so many thousands ahead

burning with the bushes

gone dancing on the network of screams

returning to a pine coated ditch

stumbling and laughing.

Solemn on the hard earned stump

of a peak scorched in battle

sowing the need of towers in stone

and metals for the protection of

many jewels.

Dance floors with a fungal shine

surface past my curtains of caterpillars

the drooling light

a table's beaten drum

the threads of blood

a garden learns to tease

a trampoline lung

soaring through the gravity

the sun bakes into spines

maps floating in milk and honey

solemn wheezing in the engine

a wizard's barbed wire tongue

in a rolled up room.

I gave them my lightbulb head

and they put it in a dumpster.

Banana suits barking

from the televised world.

Stinging bushes on the sidelines

poison berries.

Concrete pouring through the stereo

night.

The clutched cloth

of the damaged

a tall beer lurching

in a baseball dugout

waiting for the rain to come

bring me home clean

whispering the absent service

waking on alien sheets

the landscape of a deepened screen.

Potholes in the laundry parking lot

enlivened with eyes.

Mercury coming through

from the scorched distance

of the core light

in a thousand airborne rivulets

finding the leaves of a few branches

spiking the hollow veins.

I'll save a smile for when my blood stops

in this ribcage airplane

and the islands underneath

bridge to bridge blink out

from the pouring dawn of the sea

on the sculpted depths.

In the pine sunk ridge

where the mailbox opens

and the blueberries fall

to a white caterpillar

through the ring of stone helmets

on a hinge of ground

to call from the mouth of my drum.

Bent by a continental walk,

looking for a stump or flat rock

in fluttering shadows

of the unsure sun.

Doors that stay sealed shut

bulging through the seasonal ransack.

Reeds that sing to the shopping carts

and lay down by a clogged river.

Peak of lunar light

touching the inhabited burrows.

Hoisted to the infinite sail

made steel by a starry wind

watching the wood patterns

on a changing dresser.

Up against the gold sky

with a frond of green

to hide the passageways of flesh

that lightning flashes over.

Vacuuming the piano building

where the screens roll up to the rafters

with their graphs of bone.