I love this whole

distorted timeline,

all its flakes

of hurt light

falling together through space,

and the sweet circuitry of noise

that becomes music, flowing

through the snot

and dreams of fuzzy multitudes

to create violent diamonds,

quiet embers

and radiant eggs.

Its tangled sutures

in my hands,

bruised wheat

and deeply speaking vine.

Its ice cold merry go round

and my seat in the fray dripping,

the whirl of expressionless horses

and liquid chains.

Let depth penetrate depth

and the waves fall

all in their places.

Let the goddess

anointed by time

fall under its wheel.

Let the fire be with me

in its open guise

and her tragedy fall

into my arms to be sown

in a closer cell.

Let the garment tear

with its willingness spent on trifles,

let the banner be

a thousand tongues.

On the brine of my back

let her hands eat me up like the sea.

Destroyed for all but you

in your pink silence

and quietly folding hands,

fixed by you as if I am a thought

from your sweet nerve.

Under bridges

and along despairing roads,

I wail in the water of life,

fall through the harpsichord

of all the little ways you were created.

Deep in the silks of your pondering

you seize me from a distance,

my barely modern body

in these ancient shoes

yours cleft for the taking

in my missile ways,

in the corners and lilac shadows

where we are breaking

in a dogged dream

in the hollows of unspent spaces

from the light of your mischievous chin

from the toil of the ocean

this desire was bound up for you,

exclusive as the molecules that matter wears,

one woman, one heaven's inlet,

one particle crowned.

Lily, daughter of the stargazer,

where do I go

to search you out?

You rise above the empires

and their adulterers,

you throw me into the abyss

with your little hands.

Jasmine stands next to you

with its scent of sleep.

September is

another care away.

I open the poem

and you come out of it.

Record another song

and your secret soul of evil

turns another pearl.

Untie me from my agony

of desire: have mercy on the years

that have not smashed a man

the way your furtive glances

and your pigtails did

in the months of your pale blue eyes

blonde sabotage of discovery

waiting with empty thighs

in the outer darkness of my mind

for the breath of an unknown morning

souls under the lidless scan

I beat your legend into me on hot tar

and go far to the day moon's strength

and the night moon's mirror

your name like a knife in my side.

I miss your green fangs

fruit of the fire that commands your will

as I drink from the smoke

in your shoe.

The wheel collects

its paste of human excrement.

We shine upon it

with our worship from a distance.

The bright zones tug

and the dark zones move.

Water boils.  The cauldron is angry

in its lowest curve.

Stalks of daylight fallen

malformed on a tent of twigs.

The propane forest quakes.

The stone hemmed junkyards

heave.

In the great mystic reveal

we will come bubbling up the depths

to embrace halfway

from the belts of a run down sun

where you are my cavern

there will be a ribbon

of brushed-by faces

melting on a bronze floor

and a high-set star that howls

from the wound of its beginning

salted in dayless matter

by the lights that never cease

rib's brain of echoes

orb of the last dawn

drowning gear in tongues

to come what's next with feathers

locked in kaleidoscopic combat

oh silk spun dyad

catching milk from the cloud's dark yield.

Ever to see you

stalk the floors

tapping dimes

into the shadowed rug

with your little heels.

Swinging lamps

the scene runs rampant

I duck beneath a feathered table

and watch the water

crawl across the wires.

Tongues flop in the hallway

raw tons of meat

you stand on a strange

precipice of chrome

commanding the rivers of blood.

Pound the silk,

you fragile imitator,

walk gingerly

around the knife.

Delicacies don't come

without fangs.

The jungle seethes

with diamonds.

Your vent for crimson air

the rage in concentrated errors

sown into the liquid

and the land.

Velvet bombers

with tongues of tar

setting fire

to the tangled vines.

The hourglass we rented

cracking in the speed

of time warped sand.

My rollercoaster highway

rolled up into my wrists

and lit by

a drip-drowned bulb.

Street signs

promising the sacred

to the vacant

all die down to darkness

in a desert wind.

A plane of light

anointed anew

from a single braincell

left flickering

above the punished void.

Naked in the clutch

of softening bones

my side wound

longs to taste the pain

of vinegar tongues.

Wings hammered in the deepest forge

to rise over the fallen prototypes.

Blood rivers reflected

in spoon-like eyes.

Lightning crossed

by vaporous souls

as it flashes

the fragrant abysses.

Victims lining up for lunch.

Diamonds exploded

at their feet

for gravel: this network

of ignored stars.

Strings cut from dancing puppets

sky ripped with robotic alphabets

veins of living things

stretched on a dying wind.

Smiles were senseless gashes

when the party swirled

this crushing solitude

lives near God's heart

I say to the smashed water,

I say when her ways depart.

Even in the galleries of beauty,

there are none like you.

On the electric boardwalk

where they twirl their finery

through the razor web

of a prize calendar

still

there are

none like you.

Your soul in evil solitude

like mine, you slim and fine,

quiet in the bamboo reaches,

quiet in the midst

of a cicada storm.

Tell me why

do I walk looking

when there are none like you?

Why do I wait

where you never come?

Only the time stripped bare

in your echoless clasp

can be redeemed

by sweat and blood.

The coin of a gone realm

shining on an empty road.

Wheels in gray churning transit

bone sockets for the trains that pass.

Uptown, on the frolicsome curb,

a trio of hourglass beauties

in owl masks

begging for the blessed light

that sticks to the ribs.

Sky soaring overhead

while I watch

from a cartoon face.

Disintegrated songs

riding through my bloodstream.

Your neon halo

body fit for a gun

scriptures on grass

a skeletal train car.

Zooming frame

your silicon nightgear

sleek spandex rags

the paths of a femme fatale.

Perched upon rails of glass

my braided heartworm

leaning in the light of chrome dashes

and frozen bars

hot moon-flung harmony catcher

a flopped series of echoes

or newborn ancient clay

the water's finger playing.

A slab of stone

in the coldest eye

shines with reflected bones

from what's left of me

claws that stripped

the covering of skin

their place with the hands that take

the sky glazed

with icy sperm and egg

the quick deaths

of a dying world

a monolith's cracks

that blot the sphere

of no horizon.

Put the veins of my eyes

in a temperature dial

ladle my blood

for the canal

of a desert chessboard

let it run to the clay root

from which this

flexing tragedy

was sculpted

let the corpses

run the amusement park

and me with my silent jewel

be gently forgotten.

Sermons of delirium

vibrating from a fallen wall.

Their unicorn vocations

and lust for suffocation

all their flash bouquets of culture

gone.

Gone.

Gone.

Blast me with another cartoon melee

from your insensate organs

tell me that your desire can find the soul

so I can sleep inside the rocks

make me a criminal of the mind

so I can throw my bones against the sun

and melt into your atmosphere

I am tired like a tiger in a cage

of your frowny-face mothering bullshit

tired of these fucking feminine old men

and their tired nubile nurses

let me rise into vapor and reclaim

what these animals have lost

let me feel the fanatic purple

O Lord of your energy captured

rain the linkage of frozen realms

upon these bitches

so the fire can sleep in form.

I will rest

in the socket

of an artificial mercy,

raging against time

for your love.

You touch the silver,

you perch in our favored lowlands

on carved and curving wood

eaten by the open doors.

Faint blue eyes

and braids of southern gold

will not save me from

the darkness behind the glass,

the howl of wounded plastic.

Resigned to flesh

older than the spirit,

I watch from the distance

that your beauty is,

I die in the rush of urgent air

to nowhere.

Vacancies ripe

as turned compost,

the bleeding

of open space.

Histories ringing

the helmet mirror

that I wear through fields

of bone powder

partaking of none.

Her bright cocoon

pierced by an axis

surging through

some other Earth

like a spear of stars.

Send me up

to the cloud you planned on glass

feathered with springtime

laced with summertime's regrets

plastered to a plinth

beneath a statue's time-hacked face

worshipping the valley

of mysterious laughter,

set me up for your kisses

in the shrink-wrapped radiant

dawn where no one goes,

set me where the moon drinks water,

set me where its minerals are afire,

bring me to your lips

so I can see my fate in stone.