Bells above the highest trees

and graves that puke confetti in their shade

a solitary chair the light has fled

that holds a frozen mushroom cloud

silk lines with fish hook eyes.

Hills folding round the cemetery's lips

the honking horns throughout a fertile canyon

ferns dancing on ancient stone

a clown in the sanctuary.

Ballpoint gleam

from the granite pond's bottom

scissors on a leaf

that finds the seam.

The yearning smashed into a pool of atoms

flocks bursting from broken ice

fires turning in the upper sky

what the wings wrenched from clay

boldly disintegrated.

The root of being beneath blueprints

flickering in the depths

the tongue is an eel

and a swarm of eels

an avalanche of eggs

toppling a fried fat castle

where the bone cornerstone

is sliced and split.

Mates twined in the shade of a falling giant

melons rotting on the runway sheen

spit and gas coating Earth's hereafter

bodies that are ghosts of a gone age

trunks crashing forming standing scissors

moss reefs where the forest breathes

tanks cutting over ice nations

flies circling the printed armor

bones clacking in the promised land

flesh pickled on a metal table

spirits flying to an airless range.

Mirror suits dancing with suspended hearts

plastic hammers flattened by a salty anvil

you and me toasting tea

up late in a loft that sags

painting a lactic newspaper.

Deep in a horoscope's kinetic wires

the hearth blazes with snail shells

winding in their circuitry of ocean's fire

black-eyed susan's fist of vines

that gird their stems and garden.

Venomous shields of death

protecting deeper bodies

silk from the mortal slide

an ice-flecked soul's ascent

machine gun and piano bench

a wreath that grows and clenches.

The sun bristles with salt

dogs with swollen tongues

bark within chainlink globes

shiny leaves adorn the rust's corrosion

to attach a capsule's fire

and the cats run

through crimson lit garages

and the fans belch vaporous cancer

from cooking flesh around divinity's marble

a cross of bone shrugs fat

into a lettered vat.

The long summer is over

where reflections played with sand

and feathered fields yielded

a rain of silver letters

glinting from deceived ground

brass rings upon a tidal curve

her screams beneath the shelf

above departed skies

our goblets disembodied rising

snakes nipping at cracked ribs

a golden sheath of torso

longing to remember songs

that filled it past the envelope of space

where seraphim sank to roar

in replicating manes.

For the fiery clasp

unfurled in female limbs

the forest creaks and rages

cloth piles on grassy floors

animated with radiant thorns

dancing on a concrete dome

over a chain of water tanks

a leaf's vein between flickering eyes

where the sun splits into confetti

small scale model of a harpooned whale.

Cell's ember meditating

in a smoking chair

towns toppled into rivers

by a rainbow snake

one solitary tongue.

Shining vessel, womb spider

on the borders of sun-split senses,

retrieve me from metallic ditches

where my torpedoed body

has been scattered in twitching pieces,

thread the oil of your hair

over these discarded fences

in their field of rust,

kelp breathing and pumping

under the eyes of a drone's kiss,

resurrect me from titanic mold

to fill your slim light

and blend me in the blade

that you wield over electric waves.

Trumpets blowing in tunnel walls

the light source drowned in a molten core

rails exfoliating greasy gloves

toward a pool of eggs

the tidal drift of a fragrant table

phallic prongs of coral chairs

metallic net's festering eyeballs

through a shrouded sea.

Bubbles of galactic baby spit

feathered weave of lizard tongues

the tumult of android wrath

from empty human hearts

a skyscraper syringe

bruised knuckles on liquid glass

the gelatin veins

unyielding empire.

Highway lines littered

with wet smashed lightbulbs

electric wires dangling bloody jewels

the heights of glacial seats

from which a moon is exploded

racing water bugs wearing reedy helmets

aisles furnished with divine fiber optic glow

flickering through cemetery woods.

Bones and flesh of fallen dust

with mushroom thumbnails

forehead planted in a glassy screen.

The soothing distillation of back streets

powdered by exploding motors

me and my girl's guitar

waiting in an artist's loft

for her to return through ferns and highways

perched on the dreaming saucer's edge

as it flies above moaning trees

the river's rope of brains

heading for a brick nest.

Scriptures tabled by a steaming window

the strings of lamps in copper chorus

all the glue of one solution's wound.

Warehouses of the lucid dream exposed

under rented clouds

blades protruding from a thousand suns

orbiting toward disharmony

the cold scales of an interlocking kiss

silk screened and bodiless

cymbals glued to a wall of ice

whispering behind thick domed fields

and faded farms

the slow leaping of spidery water

and subsiding grain.