A vivid cloud's sharp edges

make the sky curdle

planets kissing

on the blank horizon

me dead to all human sound

in a planted chair.

Beads of weeping metal walls

forming embers and lazy letters.

Shadow bangs

on a statue's forehead

the future's roar

a painted mushroom cloud

thrashed wings

of her waiting caw.

Frozen ropes of ecstasy imagined

a leaf turned like a doll

beneath the sun-whipped clouds

ivy on concrete pillars

air balloon's ladder of ashen hands

the dove's tail between

many aggravated waves

the lips of the ripped trees.

All membrane-deep in ribbons

unseen blowing through my guided blood

tar hills within dirt valleys

and hills of raving pine

the thud of a disturbed street sign

faint far-off hallways

with pipes of song.

Leftover light

from a bargain keyhole

ripples of touched infinity

pimped out for paper gold.

Iron bulbs

glowing on the walls

of purple night,

cracked glass people

frozen on the sidewalks,

doorways dripping letters

of ironic heat,

two dogs in suspension

drifting from the previous moment

in mid-snarl, rinks

of expressive ice.

Satyrs with steak tipped limbs

modeling togas of fire,

pools of oil beaming

in the slabs of electric light,

me catching a gashed reflection.

Magnolia blossoms

on a half-dead tree,

shine gone from more

than half the leaves

but the flower radiates

the force that's left.

Scenes with missing people

where I see its petals floating

as a bright reminder.

Airport benches

masked in evil light

and the shadows

of benevolent machine guns

fall under the spell

of the desperate magnolia

files and lines of mowed-down

faint material becoming

throbbing hearts, reflected deaths

of the bloom that is a wound

to all its dying branches,

roots and gathered vines

the glory in relentless decline.

You are the light I did not choose

something strangely anointed

pillars enwrapped in bleeding vines

could not uphold or fall upon

the grace of your feline envelope

your numberless nimbus

or cape of feathered blades

I'll watch from the dock

beyond echoes

your craft moving

on a wave of many waves

the tide held back

before your lunar inlet.

Fences painted by the acid of the sky

field after square field

multiplying toward the incline

that cuts them off into the air

ferns of the soil's feeling

blowing on a cracked ledge

what the roots understand in rot

as I hold in my hand your glowing embers

jewels or some clump of hair

you left behind

to gather me like a twig

in a rolling snowball

to set me up in some galactic ray

and melt me true to form.

Branches on fire with longing

scattered on slanted

and stone-clad land

firecats with moss and mold

on their faces

supremely active

in an unknown world.

Fantasies of flesh becoming spirit

in some gnostic fuckfest

rinds of the fruit flung to the wind

bright pools of metal seed

collecting in their curves

split tongues with alarmed eyes

beatific android rule.

Call me a cab with a javelin

club down these wires intact

and flash me home.

Borrowed by

a wheel of leaves

my life pulled ever outward

by its shiny form's

corrosive ring of hearts

blade's light

on the strange revival

someone summons

cemeteries in their sleep

someone turns on the fertile engine

somebody unseen remembers

I was roasted on a vinyl trap

carved out from almost nothing

on a concrete arc

with many mouths bleeding

at dusk a streetlit magnolia

at dawn the same shine multiplied

finds me wanting

bronze baskets of lead lilies

and highlight reels

of perfectly sheltered rain,

on the outdoor mattress

thrown from an exploded window

found on a golf course

with my form naked as a broken bone

the morning with its many acorns

is spreading like oil.

The vines that sing

and the vines that claw

long ropes of baked rock

far between them

shimmering in waves

of relentless light.

The creak of a moving drawbridge

exploding with butterflies and flowers

above the water that speaks

above the water that knows all names

and fills up mysterious basins

far down beyond

the reaching and raging thorns.

Kaleidoscopes crushing hills

swirling in distempered

heat of echoes

my hand in hand paper dolls

silhouetted on the glossy light

that paints a moss drenched cliff

the zig zags

of brush tipped animals

all bolting home.

Wings in their swoops of effort

braced against ships

of rank robotic wind

flak's flowers

rhyming to the tucked in fields

that vision heals.

She was lit up

by the glow of an opal,

set apart among spoons of ivory

and stained silk ceramic jars.

Twilight provoked by fire

surrounded like a ring of dancers

hands held twirling and kicking

around the shine

of her bluebird lipstick

hoops beside her crazy smile.

Form was a rash of stars

before she had it gathered

I waited by the windows of

her ship in many tides

nosing the aftermath

like a horizon's glider

hills of wheat and

dusk swollen with water

dark light for the queen of the plains.

Let love pour through

the seething polarities

of time and space

and darkly increase them,

harp ringed by a sheer circle

of broken crescent moons,

light from unseen edges

flowing over the welcome

of fresh turned fields,

the deer in tandem lines

of frank pursuit,

eyes and tails and striped heads

shining with unscratchable glory

in their hallowed moment,

shrinkwrap of rain on glaze

on the talking highways

to smoke beneath the mud nests

on the seams of bridges

that blink at their twin

in parallel, deep in the unheard sound

of unmistakable God.

Drones with painted wings

over the subdued cities

the screaming and burning

of powerful money

smoldering in its own clutches

dimes raked into glowing heaps

by processions of pimped out

shit eaters.

No embrace unbroken

no pillar undiminished

no place of peace

in this kingdom of thieves

paid to put love in a test tube

and winningly snuff it out.

Fuck this whole landscape of humanity

fuck this frozen shard of shit

hemmed in by financial transactions.

Fuck the herds of the obedient

enslaved by life

enslaved by thin blood

and threat of nonexistence

fuck your dream of escape.

This is our own sloppy

yet strangely meticulous hell

that we built as a fucking fetish

that we built as a throne of disease

and I condemn

with the error of my departure

or swallow deep to hold

in my intestines

like a diminutive ship of light

that won't fucking leave,

The fallen fig tree

calls to a gone fast year

of spirits walking with

sky scraping stilts

on a blue horizon

my granite bench floating

on a shore of suds

has been interrupted

by a yellow wind

a thick stump yielded to ivy

a quick yawn of cherry skies

over the fisherman's perch

a chimney stacked up

to a cloud's tongue

the graft of motel utopia

love made in a neon slice

while the microwave plays classical

and the waterline's blood of clay

chalk-marks the vein of day

phone rakes the groaning mechanical acres

a holographic pocket

calls to the fig tree's maker.

Bring your taint to me,

flag the candles

with neon halos

to surround the flames,

let the schedules

of the transport

fall.

Let the sun light up

the scars of a marble floor

what was clustered

from the trash of old.

Let the arc of tied up rays soar down

through shattered stadiums

let the statues brawl.