'
Water  licking at canal walls
blood-crusted feathers blowing on stairs
I have a thousand fiberoptic engines in my person
that cannot take me anywhere new.

A starwall, an evening disrupted beneath it
wineglass standing with effort on a stone table
I want to vocalize like a psalmist
but that cry is gone.
'

.
Squirrel feet on the corpse's window
feathered lashes beating past the breeze
the platformed serenity machine made
camera firing through an oxygen field
high heels on the third rail

You can find me reclining my oversize head
on the dominion body of a pink spider
babies hatching from the ceiling rafters
to carry my limbs away from their mother
you can find me swimming a liquid paycheck
towards a disintegrating perfume shop
looking in the shut-down aisles
for the end of human nature
or lighting a cigarette with the national flag
little boats of acorn halved
flickering in ghost water
at the edges of a Greek bath
hidden in a park forest

picnics in chainlink, grape skins on the soles of the feet
from tromp in a controlled vat
hear the vines
before they are utilized
the soil singing
.

.
My antipodal body
wants to follow pock-marks
on an abandoned surface
yearns for the jungle in glass
a pawn melting in gravy
lips crusted in ocean's salt
close to the wall of a glacier
in kissed formation
.

.

Alone on a throne of bird bones
the king of eyes watches landscape erupting coils
from a fractured forehead, hearing it crack
the prairies grabbing
trees making motion after motion

and the throne turns into a parkbench
the restless land becomes a grid of houses

populated by the sightless, a cocoon retches

.

.
A parody of eagles' flight
comes out of the kitchen wall
cascading faces in mental plaster
wronged by daylight and moon
equally, stranded on bridges
that run from ceiling to ceiling

blood wet hands in the bushes
that grow around the estate
mouths that do not grin and gnash
discovering the ring of silence around this planet

powerlines pulled away like cobwebs, mouths that are not smiling
hands in skyscrapers
hands in barns
are not clasping

THE G FORCES EATING IN SPACE

Now, in the middle of the ocean, they are beginning to slow down
with the rest of the solar system

unending resurrections (an uneven wheel)
other trim parts well above,

some like a dove, and some
like a lady's slipper
animals with appendages

the fingernails of a goddess
the accounts of all the mercury
the planet: the northern wastes of a one-million-pound thrust.

THE ELECTROMAGNETIC SPIRITED METAL COMES HOME A LIVING SYMBOL

Light buff found on the ice of two ponds

the thin, round disks of calcite, in his bedchamber, as he rises
channeled and gouged and eroded, scabrous and resinous, pyramid-shaped

whether man be hot or cold, asleep in the tissue's soul
the earthworm has little trouble
he turns to the torn body
the wire and the card into many curving tongues

shields or palettes pass through the block, leaving it
the water itself breaks
I pour my mind into all mounted police forces

Lake-floor litter
tanks and trucks roar mental telepathy

the ancient fish: the jawless fish
this entity accepted the grain and the start of civilization

the little tissue became very happy with the shape
of the airfoil, the total area

embracing the blood's healing instincts, its urge to
secrete futuristic costumes: simple tunic and chamber with tiny hairs

sub-arctic waters and sooty terns the shunting of blood
through the universe lying outside the limits of the seven colors

earth zones of gumwood, ebony, and smoke that thunders
here and there heartleaf twayblades, tiny gobble at dawn and dusk.

a cloud with arms
a cloud with teeth
some time in the life of a bird as the acorn worm
like a man flexing his arm once thought to be in the same order
salt water spray borne in the teeth of all the higher animals
and put all America behind him

dead bodies--food that cannot escape
and a pair of feathers.

The violet flame light manual-timer light of the mind
where death may ride with the next breath; where
the retina can form, dissolve and create; where
one green pigtail wire to the armored cable
means to be god

the mirage
requiring only a drop of blood

I'll leave a full husk to block
someone else 's stare over the water.

Something to look back from;
others will lead forward.

The mask of eyes, sees in widescreen
never to connect all the wavering particle-points--
a cat appears three-legged in patches
of white orange,
stops licking and looks from four.

Every glance broken on what looks back
the thought of you walking around with your hair down
is crushing the bushes.

<>-<>-<>-<>

Planet's a gelatin dot
decorated with foil
the park is a pit of green

climbing pigeon-shit ladders
to a room undulating
in the turmoil of gravity

I see the frozen parts collapse
and the crystals form ships on the surface

take my body to work, to a bedroom
the hallways between
are always shrinking under bridges

subways in hot oil, steam-breath
on the hair of the body

planet's a gelatin dot
in a soft drink of darkness

<>-<>-<>-<>

MAKE THE OPEN ROSE GLOW PITCHBLENDE CONDENSERS

The fruiting body contains many incisor teeth at warm, moist places
taken from the ground, it is cut into bricks
the wall of coal above the slit
day let it be recorded that
they put their parts together on the council table

Time, garnish water and return in ten of your minutes
light become closer tied together liberated from all bondage--then
some local codes require clamps on the box
these simple devices provide
to pry the knockout loose in varied tones for the anthers
to keep sunlight areas

<>+<>+<>+<>

NETWORK OF LIGHT SET OUT TO BRING IN THE HARVEST OF QUARTZ

We work with all of these light groups a cinder fly into

soft, sleek, iridescent and pleasing to the eye--all radiant heating systems limit
when they dip into the third dimension flint, a variety
protects cigarettes, candy, snack
link in the great chain of ground forces

When these break through the veils deposits contain bands of a harder
grain, it noticed that there came a moment they portray lovers, yet you judge
straws, envelopes, ribbons and in tapes
the fantasy of what is termed stagnation
sat there, with all the water in the world

<><><><><>

.......

Mushrooms dying in white fungus
adorn the paths dips and rivulets
ants climb a backpack
enter the caved-in baby soft
skull's flower-bulb of adult head
and organize the membranes there
for a queen to inhabit

Two yellow kayaks toward an island
circled by sky-motors lapped by water body
tour the blueberry bushes richly hologrammed
to reach the taste in an ancient mouth

All atmosphere and nothingness
talkers flowering in the smoke dark
the purr of rooms over engines
I'll take me outside the mountain

.......

SPILLING OUT ONTO THE SAND WAS BORN

clip to the iris

trap-door within

earth is becoming less dense in her

by the shock of another

deeply the arc melts the workpie

deep-space radio rings the earth

my two identical bodies grab for some machinery

they placed a cat before

vehicles and a crowd of people

naked to a rack and bleeding an elastic-like cable

preparing vibratory shields for innocent clock built into the switch

to refrain from holding the dying one long, triumphant hiss

guncotton, cotton treated with a ray, a beam of hyphae toward the bright light

burns inflicted by robed interrogators gleam of purpose

her outer crust in order to give birth how the arc behaves

newborn female creature directs at a screen, eyes open

~~(()())~~

I followed handclaps into a forest clearing

saw a basement through the mesh of the floor needles

there was a messenger there with no center to stand in

unready to receive, I only searched

the branches for the usual birds

the clapping went on beneath a river

or a highway

I follow it inexplicably

and I'll meet the one with sending hands

only when I've become

both chirps and paving

so send for me

with sounds of flesh meeting

I'll try for a scaffold that carries

birds with nothing to escape:

a rapid signal, that does not hurry

~~(()())~~

{-}

an alien bible
a song for the ferrets
one tumult of cherries
at the tunnel's ending
one static tv
near the pit's bottom
flashing and aching
like bodies will ache in space, so briefly
an archangel on fire with blood gasoline
a narrow litany
breaking clocks at daybreak
two kids on a tombstone embracing
the movie that kicks in the forest
an ending
a feast for the wasps
where electric arms grasp in an asparagus patch
fingers on stalks and the sky twitching

{-}

*****-----*****

Alone with the riot in a duck feather skirt
toss another painted brick in the flames
a chandelier spaceship floats from city hall
the waves on the deck have been dreams
now they're surging up an overpass
the cops push me onto a stage
the smell of gasoline on old cloth seats
she brought me a bouquet at the barbecue
a handful of cattails and reeds
we've been booked on a freight to Mars
a garden in the kitchen sink
the crews on light-filter patrol
pat me down and send me out to the shore
with a pitchfork and a sack of light bulbs
I sleep in the city's ribcage
next to her garden window
climb to a clock on a fire escape
and a feather that won't blow or bend
magnets past her waist
the mattress under the fireworks
the charcoal marks on the chimney
fish scales scrape teeth in the core of a teepee
forests for business and the street gone wild
I find out where I am in a quiet rage
to talk the sunset down to a foot bath
salt the rivulets that trickle down the hill
so the kids won't follow our careers
a vacuum at the edge of the earth

*****-----*****

A bunch of granite decembers (song)

Anti-globe is a sweating sun
I haven't had whiskey for weeks
and I know I should slam the drawer
and walk my hands away from the cash

she said she'd come if I could take her ride
to her father's place in the woods
I went there and I nearly died
his dogs prowled a path out of reach

and if the engine would've turned her head
she could've kept me at the hotel
tape player's in a puddle of sludge
spiders crawl the cracks in the scene

the blood birds of whatever's next
and the lace-work of days
that shiver over them

________________

The cool blue cubes
of a faint city
mist wet on forehead

windows that never open
rubber blades swipe to shine
the city will open a passage over a pier

fish jump for twigs fallen from instant trees
we hop a tilted boardwalk into lawlessness
between dimensions that rub their walls

where networks of living wire
spring into body

________________

EARTH METAL GONE FANCY THROUGH THE HOVERING

Light throws a shadow of the picture outside his hospital window
a bowllike meadow where sliced watermelons and pineapples made heaps
spirited more than 100 million sandstone sentinels with white caps

rough, branching projections red and gold in warm morning shadow

terrified to cross the street impregnated with graphite
body could trigger renegade as a blind man again
the sweet-tasting metal to turn on the lights in the evening.

````````
light goes on bashing hallways
into the foundations of dull buildings

it goes on here, in the void of your chest
geraniums are open

you toss a bundled signal over
fences tower shattertop

climbs needlepoint and threads
his way up, into a high blossom

````````

*#*#*#*#*

a field of white mold coating
next to the old hospital
where you can fall through
spongy footsteps away
from all acquaintances

shovel the foam and feel
the moon wonders
how to get back
into its old canyon

))))))))))))))))

click spring opens antiquity in the body

whitewashed old times go under a rugged new mountain

turf is wet with ancient blood released

a network of chattering magnets onto a baseball field

((((((((((((((((

-~-~-~-~-~-~-

stale rooms where we melted a flowering season
elbows made love to tables and the smoke rose
prosthetics playing cards
knuckles cracked in the clouded territory

-~-~-~-~-~-~-

---////]]]]

The angriest faeries, sword-points needle-thin

gather to the bulbs of your ears

descend the rippled stem of your girdle

your head tilts like a leaf from your shoulder

there's a tiny black hole in the woods

drawing everything along to a sucking center

boats oblivious roar, motors live in the air

and roam the grass with teeth

to find litters of reptilian puppies

from the world that landed

and the world underfoot

the world that flew and the world that stayed

an island of moss and trapped fur

a vulvic waterfall or a sexless paradise

tree-tips singed by distant audio

---////]]]]

~*~*~*~

Fern hair plaited by its own stems, she
a nimbus of magnetic yarn, a suit of felt,
or dropping these, adorned in ornate vapor,
an arabesque of fog, a viper in eyeshadow that coils
at the corner stone of the state
to flagrantly protect me,

on the steps of a soaked courthouse
I tie cherry stem after cherry stem
with tongue and teeth, take the taste of water back
in crumbling mouths, that open far above my head
waving wands at the springs
and words on fire with overemphasis
she visits a bubble and scratches a bulb
an orchid's blood drops on the evening
turns purple in my signature

I guard a vast grill
the meat is suddenly scentless
oil on stone and coal
she removes me from the chef's catwalk
the powers I've fed are starved
when they come to my door I play them music
her wig falls on dry leaves, her hidden follicles
unfurl their ringlets
curve the air into my stomach, turn my pursuers
to dunes of milestone salt, she

~*~*~*~

DOPPELGANGING


He took a cigarette and planted it
on his forehead right over the pineal gland said
this is where the third eye is it opens
easier near the water I know well
those for whom father and mother are curse words
from here you can see the frailness of all their houses
on the far shoreline

you and I we live under a wavering meteorite
the warp of physics brings us together in solitude
stink bugs twitching were his teeth
I can tell you where to bring hurt women
show them their loneliness a frog on a tinplate
we have the same scar on our sex
you'll mount me to disappear
we'll become a log or an orange-shelled beetle
what do bugs do when they're alone

I sat astride him and kept wrapping
the stems of daisies around his throat
his neck kept lengthening he gurgled
you can dig up an arrowhead or the keychain
from your father's car
press the diamond cave's entrance in my chest
his arms a linkage of mutated geese

I pushed him out in a slim kayak
wearing my life jacket thought he'd laugh
but it came from my lungs set the vest on fire
with my right hand set the passenger's rim alight
with gas from my left watched him drift without oars
toward the island where I
will swim for raspberries
when the water is clear of him

he'd twisted a plastic deck chair into the fork
of a tree when his heart popped like a seed
it unwound and steadied
the circles of its feet in the sand
but I sat in the tree instead

-`~-`~-`~-`~


What's left of the earth by railroad stakes
I cling for healing
spider baby on a grass-point
my spine to groaning trees
watch watching the water
rain palace I entered
a butterfly knife in the basement
ribs open to flower
I fell through my grandmother's television
her solitaire laid out on coffeetable

Someday I'll come off the chemical leash
and even the propane-soaked moss
will bed me down to savor
the crunch of an indian cucumber
white root in the tongue-mouth
and mint of dark chucker berry
a fern-coat enduring whispers

luna moth on the center of ancient forehead
beaming to the lake-bed
beaming to the town's fountain core
the edges of a ditch adorned
with sugar of blueberry
who'll take my hand, a waif
in a riot of acorns.


-`~-`~-`~-`~

{{{}{{{}{{{}

I grip the thick stem of a broken hyacinth
propeller leaves rain, drop punched-in hours
down a chute that gurgles into the river
look at both paws and wonder
how well they know each other
feed like a squirrel, let the roofs
that shield from lightning saucer away,
watch coughing bicyclists
and swimmers who would be naked
in a clash with laws ancestors wrote
in sobriety, until their parchments made them drunk
guns sculpted from trees splinter pick at the  early stars
cartridges fall in the grass

There is a glamour girl gathering garbage
and many children born to throw
boogie boards against the art's tide
of a mushroom cloud
I had a shopping cart coated with lichens
and a tent that ate the dew
'til I pushed one into the other,
they enwrapped and faded

Another cargo on factory water,
things that the moon appears to knock down
and leave lying around,
and a healer's hand beaded with oil
that will never dry, an action movie
in the realm of a snow glass bulb
the mulch speaks thrusts of pitchfork
and a scythe spins in suspension
over lime-powdered fields
where many invertebrate cousins go to lie down,
a crumbled church is an other world's mailbox,
and the mating of foxes in ferns
ties hairs together on the back of my neck:

water forms a dollar sign, sex is food for plastic,
the abyss wears tender caverns
in its descent, and I wear it like a shawl,
it made a twin once
from my wanderlust imprisoned
but I laid him on cold wet cinders
and the gulls painted him there
I took a nightstick to his spirit
was a cloud of gnats
the berry that dropped from his stem
learned to clap leather and never speak
a void in windchimes, a windless world in female eyes
past the paths where computer melts chainmail
and we go to the ice-caps piping.

{{{}{{{}{{{}

-_-_-_-_-_-

Hierarchy of doves, lofting
the faintest the highest
the one touching the world least
the one whose being fits
most neatly into the breeze

the print of DNA creation
on a planetarium's ceiling
to be shattered against the sky
an egg in a net, a basement auditorium
strewn with pealing pianos
one hundred thousand tape cassettes running
the clickless push of fleshy buttons
a hot-tub hidden in the orchestra

bass thrumming in a wooden crate
the heart of a mummy alive with worm sex
the election of elders who babble toward infancy
pates gleaming in the torch of mosquito violins
burning imprints through cello bodies
cubbyholes of sad and shrunk computer light
music stands in plethora, feet glued
diagonally aimed, on a plateau
the theater screen like a bedsheet that we fall through
while chandeliers on pulleyed rope
descend with burning nightgowns
on their candled skeletons

the doves imprint the ceiling
from both sides, collapse
the diapered cherubs
like soaps on a hot hearth
flutter through the aging breach
where a city is an axe-cleft
gods departed to a park
to sleep under moss, we see through
the hidden radiance of aging shit

-_-_-_-_-_-

TRINITIES OF SMITTEN CONSTRUCT

In full plumage of sex I crawl to a garden
where an empire of wishes has never quaked
a purple mold on a granite chair

morphs into a woman, then a bird
still with a suggestion in its eyes
that will never cease

vices lead to virtues and virtues lead to vices
tangled vines wind unyielding songs
into all green machinery

shovels on stilts build graves in air
where arms are needed I reach
my body joins an engine it could not make

to rise through huge Vs of flock that drop incandescent
droppings on a plank, whose grain years crawl
an island where nobody waits

~`~`~`~

~`~/~`

From a large leaf-hung shadow I watch
the grass burned yellow around the trembling
edges, an island built by rays through space
murmuring perpetually to myself
today I will reclaim my nakedness
march through bright parellelograms
on a toppling horizon
but the unclothed day never comes

Someone is leading a child on figure eight paths
through the park going grey under green
the swamp departed
no more slithering through roots
growth turned to granite
their years go together like a falling book

I'm attached to the dream nerve in their heads
but we never look at each other
through the arabesques of carefully torn vines
that veil the pathways, that have no door
woman leads child
there is a key on the ledge of a falling world
there are many robins in the death of one father
there is an ovoid century clamped
in the back of your neck
to be released by the kiss of distance

~`~/~`

=

Bundles of goldenrod
clenched in each hand
I go to the ragged territories
where the marks of my kind fade quickly
sleep next to a swamp
wake up with my best hand
in a smooth flurry of tadpoles
wrinkled by water
spent all night lashing at the fields
with no woman to watch over me
my very being is stranded
fireflies in the amber of that stilled evening
hummingbirds at the archway
where dead gardens live
I practiced love like an escape artist
clothed in inter-dimensional purple
now I'm trapped in its maw plain-wide
swimming the time-stop
orchards left behind
turning their apples to drop
among the moguls of twilight

=

>^<

Brown painted picnic table
lit by pink baby spiders
quick crawl through dried rivulets of sugar
quick crawl over my wrists
I move to the drying leaves
watch ants and smoking cars move
over bridges and brittle stems
the fields don't ache somewhere for me to lie down
but cry with crickets in humbled midnight
after the fever taken to conflagration
after the kisses that landed like hatchets
loving a gnarled branch
off the birch's ash
we shed the seasons
return to a mound of tarred earth
to watch six feet above
our silence inevitable
learning to quiet toward it
larvae on the vein of a leaf
through the sunlit ground
quickened even by water
pond's history on oars of hand

>^<

~*~*~*~*

The earths speak clearly when you move
there is a clotted notch between my shoulders
that knows it and opens its lid wide
we will move the bright items along
of sound or sight on a flashing scale
over a strong river
I've destroyed every one of my
ideas
to lie beside you on this sledge
ice branches quick above
but our talk is tumbleweed
it lingers around rectangular drains
lined with light-intoxicated lint
of tobacco cotton soaked with urgent breathing
remember the exit from an ancient restaurant
with a handful of peacock knives
alleys stacked with discarded telephone poles
we'd planned an ecstatic lightweight government
over a forest of cocktails
and when we strobed our unstable forms
in the pulse quick sidewalk
the people seemed quiet and sad
as if about to shuffle together
to the foot of a mountain grave
not holding hands
and we met the nameless there on the ignited outskirts
it lingers around the fleck black holes
eating through glacier dropped rocks
near those blueberry bushes.

~*~*~*~*

_____________


everything in the house would be shut down
and severe pain in the eyes


there is a simple relation


two galaxies pass
through each other

Too much air
too much gloss
too much bleach and linoleum
no eyes watched money
into the suds corner
rags rung hoop-high
in panels of labelled sunlight
swallowing the world
and the anti-world around it
for a wrapping paper
planet squirm dead like a fish part
sandwiched in seaweed crackers
love on tin
love on monoxide

By
the fir, the elm,
the walnut,
but not the redwood, he's
walled off from her beauty

a rabbit, a pomegranate,
a comet, a thicket
of branches

~~~~~


Faint whirring of ships and gates
over the ocean; one wonders--

leaf-towers slanting
upwards to the sky--if our fantasies

outstrip reality, every time: one denies
the bottomless thought.  Wings chirp

from the bones, over the ocean entire

whirlpooling down
the core of the earth.

~~~~~~

Long sickly gazes
the pause in the dials
of the frogs and the cows

rock-strewn planet-sized staring
at the micro-pebbles of silica
on the hearth of your each freckle

these creatures joined, by pine trees
and oblivion, by rust bucket
and apocalypse, there is a stairing
in the rips, between town-realities

the circuitry in ferns and brambles
foot of a superglued teepee
a neutral plane flashing

~~~~~~

SASH      (song lyrics)


The beast is hungry as he's ever been
love circling the drain
I saw her standing there in overalls
with engine oil stains

you men can steady your forces
to the basement of a jail
I am here to take her out of here
and scurry down the air

Don't confuse the bleeding cancer
with the oozing of a lawn
I slumped against the driver's wheel
and slept through the emergence of

twelve ready, angry doctors
who drank coffee by the pail
relinquish all your daughters to
the groaning in the ocean's depth

of ears suspended in the circuitry
that's fallen overboard
we will tangle in a ballroom
or a tattooed boulevard

You can call me agent stranger
I will suckle in the breeze
wait 'til you rescind your hair down
when the fall starts throwing leaves

@@@@@@


I am a traffic light
blink blink blink
all night on automation
we are babylon
and I am a bobcat
she took her scythe dress off
and put on a hairpin
we danced like tops
to the dull shine of an open oven
the doorway in the guard of a small dog
light on and on in our pale heads
until we bashed the kitchen apart
attacked the bedroom with weary streamers
and opened the front yard to lunatics
every one of whom knew our first and last names

A TASTE OF THE MAGICAL ARMY


Bloodied snow
bones, flexible plastic panels under the skin
a loud noise will slam the eyes shut,
the essence of the person--
animals on a world being surveyed
their consciousness coalescing
theory, destroy

Dropped it into an icebound river
bound the bundle
in which every molecule
has been replaced by stone

Natural diamonds themselves
to spin new thread
nestling on the mountainside
his or her self split off from
with a gasp and a start,
to feel the core woke up in it

~()~()~()

There is an owl
deep in my being
who has never moved.

A kingdom bristles around him
which he's never tampered with.
Officials ascend their ranks,
order the assemblage of shielded walls
which burglars climb
he stays perched.

It is uncertain what power
he possesses;
he does not crave power.

You may picture him in marble
at the floor of an overcast ocean;
but his habitat is deeper
and weightier still.

If I can stir him
maybe his wings would sound
like the energy in marble,
which is never still.

But I let him
breathless hold the living center
he has no task to perform with his claws
what holds him
I must move rightly to feel

~()~()~()

_++_++_++

Yours is to touch the endless air
on a pier
overlooking everyocean
a boat's edges out of faint luck
the rippling turn of vast waters

mountain sides that thrill in each ribcage
a ship that carries a whole jungle
and twilight unknown that wearies no song

into the aftermath of who met whom
yours is to part the edgeless rice paper
curtains and wings over the aging sea.

++_++_++_

------->>>)))

Walked through glacial hallways
looking for a beautiful sound
to dwell in the tiny bones of the ear
mowed lawns around the peaks
of always solitary mountains
moles safe from the blades in a valley
the faintly aged plastics
of hastily assembled towns
filling low tunnels
with run-off of dreams
from exposed stems
the pistil of eyes, sleepwalkers who garden
all night long and meet me
on sanitarium paths
sometimes a porch is the hearth of the world
melting glass gears
behind a fertile wall
of detailed flame

(((<<<-------

(#)(#)(#)(#)


When I see my corpse
on the earth's floor, soaked in radium
petals snuff the time clock
I had three dreams from red to sepia
kissed days separated by black curtains
dropped 100, 000 light bulbs on a polished stage
while you were whispering in a snakeskin orb
the fiber optics of discarded hair
two guns and two sets of lipstick on the breakfast table
shouting over the overpass from separate convertibles
curtains ignited with stage-safe fire
two couples throwing dinner plates at one another
and not laughing
linoleum curling like a wet rose

scorched day serves no empire
I hold up the discs, our sun's multicolored representatives,
all that's needed is the rustle of unwritten pages
to hold the clouds in place with many sets of pincers
to let these cafe tables melt into the sea
and the kitchen shrink a tunnel to afterlives
through the bread and the knife
skylight cracked by a running guitar
the empty frames adorned with crystal light deposits
shelves lined with miniature forests
I descend on pulleys in jeweled drag
looking for a prehistoric shape
in the far warp of your iris

)))))`````

it's always 9:15 or so
the world moves very slow
in overwhelming grace
the warmth of mercy that encircles you
dries innards on the docks
and waiting fells a net above the sea
to ride the air to you

nowadays are near to fire
nothing's sudden, sidewalks
the play of sunlight on girders
slow movement of birds in the heat
the bridge that unites us with a cast of brass flowers

sun-years of memory release
storms of errand vine
from an engine's rot

`````(((((

~~~~~>>>>>


Days in silver frame
the porch spills a frontyard
you in a long loose skirt
feeding a puppy a beefplate
small pointed head licking china clean
there is a galaxy in the blood
and the whole tortured history of science
but we hold quietly
it spills out at odd unseen moments,
it is what makes the deep woods rustle.

~~~~~>>>>>

~_~_~_~_~_~

A prayer for an old cinema
the breathing of cows at pasture
to live in the spine of a cat
let reels descend colorless into deep milk
if the grass can turn a murderer inside out
if honey can become the wound

steeples underground, bells deep in the earth
forgetfulness of the bomb
forgetfulness of the umbilical
the life that falls down in front of a film
drive-in cathedrals where
the scented subway aches
to become human, in its machinery
the eyes of cows are not eating your being
you can watch their watching
it has no knives, hands call to flanks
blood layered on blood has flown its energies earthward
no homes coagulating in deep space
a prayer that makes no appeal

lapping against stone shutters
a camera's eye that scars bark
while the core stands in the sap
of a thousand sealed passages
mute to its glory, rainforest projector
newborn touches living dinosaur fur
the dark oil of old movies.

~_~_~_~_~_~

~~~~~

summer doesn't feather the air for you
but your presence within it
I could watch you with the eyes of a priest
or touch like a snail
your frame in a strobed corner
the gardens would just keep going

}}}}}}}}}}}}}

little grey brown

lightly ruffled young pheasants

in a hundred crowd

skittish across the wood chips

marking the low hung light

with beaks and eyes

neutrinos crossing

from one cell to one cell

in the off-green barn

fading in timelessness

one block past the towers of twilight

one lock away from leaving, one

click is leaving the wall open

*)*)*)**

Only to buzz in your sweet head
to drone away in your wilderness

a network of tendrils creaking
macrocosm of the passageway waiting

I need to veil the daylight
and lie down to feel
the beauty that walked here

simmering in highs and lows
of surrounding air

////////////

String man watches tiny meteorites

pock through his window membrane

light makes its first and last appearance

here in the living room, backs to the rug

golden sparrows fill the coathangers

from ceiling wires

dachshunds in cigar leaf ash

playing under abandoned office chairs

hold hands on a tire swing, feel the collapse

of the milky way

guard your library with unbathed nudity

shelter in the hall with a mask of tar pebbles

the visit out of time will occur regardless

```~~~>>>>>

The fireflies are busy becoming a microcosmic
sky against a dark wall of trees
as if the air never sickened here
snug vapors gently electroshock
my spine in a tower that time won't eat
staining the eye from which it pours
grey white sun in a realm
where ignition leaves no ash
blankets are abandoned under soaring lights
the fireflies are making a tent
of silently unstable fibers
plant lives that wage war
against a tablature of wet cells
a chessboard oiled and empty
a galaxy aching through charts to eat the boardroom

~~~>>>>>>>

The forsythia wears your wrist wires
bridges painted by your sash
invisible, forests fallen
the promises of men who went under
neon lights drowned in a conservatory
sleepy quail scurry around
the growth of your limbs has stalled in full flower
you're holding the flag fern of my body
over the county in a tickled bag
to the cut of pedestrian canyons
trickling with moss water
behind the rust brown railway
deeply cluttered with the items of brokenness
you go with music strapped to your head
I silently wrapping and unwrapping
the selected trees.

(=====)

The beauty of the clouds came down into form
steam rivulets made curve on curve
a mouth wafts ancient syllables all day long
no crowd in the light this time
the field collapses, lace on ice
grown frozen and shattered, the life in the clouds
in perennial visitation.

~~~---~~~

One traffic light blinks up the void of love and pain

all the good people are going home

walking eyes blink across bridges

from hometown to city heights

the whole body of a dream has entered;

blink hard, toward disintegrating days

that milk paint for bronzed spiders

thrown through afternoon, stung awake

one more vacation from the body

as the house windows melt upward,

two maids of the pathway blood drinks up

in the valley, one touched the web

left it springing, one sprung the hatch of the belly,

one swept up the kindling for memory

one shut off the machine and smiled

my bed rocketed, suspended in salts and aether

new highways calling on the screen of a velvet passport

you nimbly entrance, small mouths are crying

in the bicycle-swiped wild grass

(*)(*)(*)()()

Color mount palaces poorhouses
all dance to the crumbling law
the fountain wears a thousand eyeglasses
for your passage to break the pigeons
round the cobblestones
milk on the seams of concrete walks
and white summer dresses laid out
on mud green pools

(*)(*)(*)()()

*)*)*)*)*

If chrome police on tar
and all other arid dying world
turn to ash when you round a bright corner
disc-light rise and accelerate the planet
cemeteries in flower myriad air balloons
jostling the horizon, paint on a blimp across the sun
we touch through the wheels and gears of the shadow

*)*)*)*)*

...><...><...

Ledges on wheels
roll forward the dark thatched mountains
hands beg electricity from rock
deepen the large air further
a bridge from planet to planet
will rise from the place
we hook arms on the pavement
the slow burlesque of trees
in a confusion of seasons

^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^


Eons untouched
you hold a cobalt receiver
I hide in the ocean replica
a plane of light and shadows without sound
and the phone crumbles in my hand
your skirt is on fire but it won't hurt you
so I won't put it out, I'll move Saturn

voices will continue to cross
a shore as if they still had shape and language
the orbits will thin out
a beach will land on our heads
so faint we won't feel it, or notice if other swimmers
are sharing its senseless caress

my towel is under your life
your sunglasses are under my hat
my blade is under your kaleidoscopic rock
I'm not noticing the sun
I hope you're smiling
I hope you're here


^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^

SOME FRUITS

In the skin of an apple
what lives innate
in the burst of a grape
what vines shoot throughout the body
in the heft of a mango
the greed of armies distilled
becalmed by a bite
life in a basket, a gullet full
a planet replanted

----))))))


The damp's worth of fallen galaxies
folded the orchestra society
into a magnetic pile
where we strummed and faded
two violas and a network of branches
with hornets nesting
at the crux of color and heat
your wide eyes watched the landscapers
through parlor glass
the old country ate up on itself
until its pillars were
the cornerstones of pleasure
in our antique delirium
searching caverns for other caverns
big bang larval
weepers and crawlers from the hot rift
coal-walkers who don movie white
walk away from the gap sneezing laughter
light shuffles off to the edges
framing the long descent
a love, a frieze of fan blades in stop motion
or a maggot in carbon


----))))))

///|\\\


When you are an arrival
of light that slackens
on metal structures
when the battlefields hum up gardens
and long towers sprout
fecundate windows high
I need a cigarette to pin me to the earth
I need to be in an automobile
closing my eyes to your perfume
the engine having been given its instructions
the lady servers retreated behind glass walls
the whole landscape open to husk travelers
who hit a boundary of suspended water
come out cowed on the other side, smiling
the circuit that opened the ramps and closets
brought a meal of leaves
we washed it down with black soda
all our histories gone to the current
your transit unmapped
terra birds in a scaffold singing
to the stem of your neck
and the high windows growing.


///|\\\

RUT VILLA

She lands on the passenger seat like a fallen hawk
the boiler in the back of the dreamed room
is soaking the air with whistles
the faceless interview breaks up
between angel and transgressor
the aisles of a traincar we're always looking
past years when the cemetery was a playground
and everything I crushed turned into art.

((((((((((}}}

Here is a house drawn into smoke
by a wet finger
and the error of a saint
by a bloodied tiger, wondering
as only the blood can wonder

Slipshod forestblossom, a chain of dreamed ideas
sprinted past toxic vats and link into sunlight
holding hands watching all the branches break
the families abandon their best to the bottomless
somebody whose eyes I know
will stay home to pet the cat
while the broadcasters bring them the bomb
through a basement screen

Something cleansed will fall out of the wall
we'll pile on with our sexes
then wake up in its form
on the playground the forefathers built
and never tried
needles of a flown planet
the climax in the med-tent outlasts a battle
diamond fingers together on a candelabra
the void is singing your song, a fortress is groaning

((((((((((}}}

****

To destroy the known areas
dark slip into dark, supermatter

****

><><><><><

The cloud-born rock, whose face
feasts on butterfly kites

the secret cleft in every beach
where sand falls into the greater burning

the tenth place in my being
grown for you to inhabit

harbors of debris-licking water
benches where seated forms
fall through sleeping shadows

remain homeless, though they return to mansions
retain heat, though they rift through city time
deep into the arctic

cloud-born bones
finding a pond's orchestra

a faint sidewalk on a sudden plateau
kitchens that won't save caresses for a bedroom
and steam from deep in undiscovered branches
to vaporize the blood and make flight easy

><><><><><

<><><><><><><>

Light's hole-puncher,

when world started shedding its scales
we were deep in its coves
didn't know it had a surface
that the front would flake off
that everything would be a meteorite
that chickadees on the breakfast slab
would spoon seesaw each other plop repeatedly
into gilt-ringed teacups

off-universe, every bridge has suicide doorways
to whisperless air

<><><><><><><>

)))))))))~~~~~~~~~|

Wind that blows through time
time that is its protecter
terror beyond terror and before terror
that can be endured

The meadow wept crosses
swines nicked the dirt for endurance
willows were still filthy from the hurricane
ski-paths of white light
trickling ascended the living hills

Like a hopscotch error
a drumset on fire, a waterfall of footsteps
a backyard venting bivalved life
past the wine basement under the vines
you'll eat only what floats, take only
what I lurk back with like diamonds
from the carved city

||||))))))|||

When departure's song rears out of the deeps
in digital lands or in frail space
leopards leap in cages, light-years in a single second,
the overwhelming succession of populated mountains
me and your camera mouths on the gravel,
knocking against hedges trying to part
the veil of a sand palace in repelling light
garden snakes in the grass, your lap
the hissing of strange new waters
as if I were primitive man, you newscaster medusa,
larynx burned by passage in my ringed hallways
smoke and chemical
only catcalls pierce up, from pond waters
walls in the steam tattooed with world's slogans
the bridge is flipping like a rake
the othershore's creatures to an uproar
of all airport passageway, overlooking totally
love at the pretzel stand, marriage near
the ammo shop, laughing

||||))))))|||

~(~(~(

Over the local river
there's a strand of mutant oxygen
that carries my secret name
all over the earth.

Be with me tonight, Reinaldo Arenas, Walt
Whitman, somebody.  Re-teach me
to speak from.  Only to tear open
the banks, fresh water from fresh water.

The gulls are not from the earth.
The sky is immovable.  The piano hurts,
the ground is too beautiful.  I am headed
for the break, event horizon
between reality and fantasy
like powers from the past
I am going to rend it open.

~(~(~(

~~~~*

Mole-tick and tick-mole
have wandered out into the rushing light
maybe more'll follow 'em through the brass fence
enskirting the capitol, from eggs locked in place
to the beak that hovers just above the forehead
in dissemblage, in error, they trip
painfully as ballerinas, the world
winces opens a whole wall with
the rip sweep of a curtain

Tick-mole and mole-tick
have been watching numerous trucks go cautiously past
are the sex inside the credit union
move the hours around to unschedule all appointments
lie to themselves about the effects of weather
grip each other's sorrow in cracked laundromats
are going down to the river to bathe in their solitudes together
your beautiful arms are the ancient newspaper
where they go to die

~~~~*

)(())()(())(


That duck's chest and my left palm
ground into the tar's face
are thinking of a beauty that does not conspire
and our laundry money falls into a blood chute

tits over the porch rails make us wonder
how much better we are at thinking
in unison when we're not lost and
wounded--but remember having been

as the pantheistic bleach is funneled wet
into large cloth sphincters
the market's bread is now the duck's
and neither need teeth to digest

the national silver on my hand's web
the tar is not eating my essence
I have none--but I am breathing its


)(())()(())(

(((~~~


Inside the radio cabinet, or inside
the many now on earth who plot and plan
dispatched into our existence with a little music
replenishing our kind for a gone empire
made to vibrate by the attraction, the innocent

>>>>>>~|)))

Voices scattered are not salt or seed
so light goes drifting elsewhere
brings you out of the drywall
your lips an underwater hammer
your roots bathing in fire-murk
a bridge from sky to sky
our home: undercurrents of shifting universe

Disembodied, for the foliage on the outskirts
reach high for browse, sent a new body into the nets
wedged its neck in the fork
its heart in the way of progress
outbound eyes scattering sunlight forward
had reflected it back
how, the ring people
are also mysterious dark spokes

_______


From the thatch of a bird's chest
she came looking
already I have paid someone
to express it through dancing
riots happen in supermarkets
because of the bright colors
where does the train crash tonight
barking orders from nowhere
into the back of my head
when does commercial grandma
come with cookies over the glazed green tiles
when do all the metal mouths slip shut
and flesh have its holiday with unseen guns
noises of ships and submarine engines and

From a chromium epistle, peeking, she drew down
the last impenetrable sense.

~^~^~^~

Robins clench, lines hum to the mountains
under a swing-set, an awning in the sky
scrap-heaps that collapse into liquid light
your aunt with her tremors
crossing words into twilight
and the wide-open cancellation,
what's born unseen
survives

:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:

Clouds thick white tinged grey
people who have made love a thousand times
and no longer speak to each other, that's us.
Thawed for green
tops of trees that send no spike
into the sky.  Injured bridges
all follow to the same place.
That's us at a crosswalk,
bandaged onto the earth like a landfill,
collage.  We're hoarding our watercolors
and filling the house with smoke
we're sending the envelopes early
through another disintegrating home
all the little dishes stay intact
In this mid house
the spark is scourged early
light comes only from refrigeration.

(~)(~)(~)(~)


Impact craters, sculpted from clay, ivory, and bone.
Crowds receded from soft-lipped outskirts
then came flooding in, a feast of blood
and mere verbal numerology;
then it was all long grasses, and the mouths
no longer waiting there

far removed from fashion, clinging to the hillside
temperature-tower of baked brick
the many beautiful fountains
with the city laid out neatly beneath

((((000000)))))

In covered-wagon
I keep missing that foaming ship
can be made only in light
but I struggle in its hull
in my imagined rowing
a garden spider spins

Here is a female this is the land
this is a portal streaming
the redwoods will give

||()()||

Nothingness is not in the woods
newts underside of a log
never seen sleeping
never seen eating anything
just coloring the raw dirt
soft glimpses of cousin flesh
woods without gardens
often with mirrors suspended

If you pull it up by roots
you put your name on it
in a vacuum, any star is reproducing
your shelter

()()()()()

Core is awake to her
come a great opening
sky stripped over the lots
fence-jumping, the footpaved brambles

To fall from a crabapple circuit
for the thorns, the fires
reaching from broken bottles
a garden bed to hold
the fragility of memory
ants in a wasp nest's hammock

The rhomboid ship
coming over the jagged hills
cloaked in phonograph of forest sounds
lighting a chain of ponds
with deeper ponds
black-fingered
driving the caves deeper
in a kingdom of velvet rot
saplings in a rut, some dancing
waver on only one course
to her after

)0)0)0)0)0)

Only to reinforce the defiant mystery
her cry breaks on the water rocks
the lenses go running
burnished by tides, waist weeded
loose from the wrecks
to a fortress wall of burnt butterfly
graffiti in violet
on the emergency tank
the filtered water growing and the sun
to fall through the blasted court
the concrete center, a single lace
the sniffing of dematerialized creatures
around a flower basin

|)))}///>

The sirens cut cloud from leather
dolphin blood playing at the foot of a slide
stem duct at the bottom of your mind
trying like an embryo

Monitors have forked tongues which branches
grow in whorls around
from the living rock, straight to radio or television
which dangles a wormlike structure, the attack
of its inner wing to vortex behind each
thrown about in the eddies, thus air creates
an enlarging spiral and the golden eagle,
in which the upward sweep of beauty and the surf
only one star was visible

(((((<<<<<,,,

The stage is a sand-dune
plateaued by an airplane
a necklace of amphitheaters
stunned against time into marble

The anima is pierced in three places
one to signal magma from the interruption of earth
one to focus the gaze, past imprints remade
by her ember feet, strewn among dances
or nomadic; one to draw from me
tremors city-web wide
held back by a single bead
she's painting the feathered domes
that clamor around her

{+)>/\<(+}

The dog rolled in a puddle's dried bed
svelte shoulders to trim rump
coated in glitter of mica
the water from cracked foundations
pipes guarded in reflective glass
her trail through the orbs and doorways
of great ruins
a tin mask to breathe out of
and eyes no longer frantic in copper
when the bath was a quarry of indoor glamor
steam flowed over arabesques
love-partners without noise
welled up in twin cultures
filed out from deep perfumed corridors
to lose the clatter of their tech suspicions
on the skirts of a bonfire
thin frame of new things
rustling red to grey
they lost their shell scrolls
their varied blueprints
on a hot glacier that climbed the pyramids
to the pineal core of a stone head
weather deposited
the small dog is mussing the tracks of many bicycles
that figure-eight with give of rubber
around the ramps and ribbons
the aristocrat trapped without money: a few urchin faces
the jewelry of days pulled taut
by the craving system
deep in its yank as dead stars
thieving strands of gold
to pull the silver from a dachshund's back
they mill around on wheels
a monolith trove of decorative honey

{+)>/\<(+}

_-_-_-_-_-

The serenity of playgrounds abandoned
with all their teeming ghosts intact
as light fingers the eye leather
of aging faces
a newt swims through the air
by puffballs of bombarding summer
to swallow the alertness of an eagle
guns made holes in cars cars kept moving
the life in pendulous urges
two robins on a slide
breasts filled with the ink that rides behind the calendar.

O>

Civilization's tired
all evening's worth
is sounded from
birds on electric

~^~^~^

Frontispiece of undeniable daylight
melts to a hearth all needles and sap
coals under smoking leaves
ship's sides in flower
the landing pad, on earthless shore

GONDOLA OF MAN-HIGH


precise areas will be kept as wilderness
the surplus of water encircle them
disputes between vassals along the mountain crests
exterminating the brutals
created in a basically sterile outer world

(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)

The bells went wild to come loose, one morning
water reached up to join
sweet pyramids of the empire's best apples
daydream knocking against other daydreams
burning a hole right through your throat
watching the birds.

They rang all at once
a glamour screen fell
people moved around shrouded
in dark hair and fossils then
it was all glam again
in the dancefloor wall
a hallway opened into Miami
a pillpopper in skunk boa
mirrored to a fortress
nudes outstretched on cellophane air-cushions
and a light that fell and fell
until you were shawled in soot
from its fiery passage.

Technology that melts in your grasp
and blood that cries out
marrow aching for chaos, the complete

(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)

PRE-NATAL SPACE MEDICINE MACHINE AS HERO


I am of a dimension that is not seen
and the outfits that resemble designer underwear
shows of bloom and fiery fall
bone-thin clothes racks animals in motion
lilies and other water plants
troops that crushed the commune

your shrubbery screen
eels observed by lopsided spectators
fragrant white flowers all dark blue berries
claws of some horned larks
the reputation of the army
your out turned eye at this hour

~0~)`)

She knelt repeatedly
on the thin paths between rice paddies
the ink that'd found her body connecting
to lily pad stems eelgrass
and cattails, periodically
her long hem pulled up for the crushing of oysters
shells on the dock big light in the sky

the bases of so many islands trembling
through the core and like a caress
over and along the tracing weeds
her womb like a computer filled with ashes

~0~)`)

~`~`~`~`~

More and more feathers
for the dirty archangels who don't
make it in

Shovel the doorway clean
to the bombed museum

At the edges of the harbor on fire
more and more will flock

The city is nerves ablaze pulled upright
by the winged whispering

Hind paws on the rocks in heaven's dugout
they chew and spit hot pepper
and tobacco, the instant healing
of their tongues

Who looked upon the daughters of

~`~`~`~`~

gone home


Chickens in white grass light
each cluck is a cone sound
burrowing through afternoon
toward twilight

Shingles are home to a spider
tar wet with heat
the roof beams and floors
tilted to kitchen
are a living organism
the ferns feel it and the beaten paths

0)))))>>>


Night seethed, then settled
for a whoosh of quiet energy
in every street


In your left shoulder your right eye is aching
in your right skunk your left eye
is mulling a tin escape


Send letters into the hush
maul through video walls
with the force of receiving womanhood


Let the snake skins left off
in the roamed and roaming sand
route a map to the fly's bones on your eyes


the circuitry of forever, in a small mesh box
twinging.  Scaly heads  over the sunrise
let the dead oceans teem and send breakers.

0)))))>>>