Bare windows on empty light
brickwalk baked into the mind
chain fence on fire with ragged letters
leading an eagle form in scissor blades
trickling galaxy tree onto a butter knife
through which the eye melts toward life's core
weeping on mated equipment
building pyramids on thighs and kneecaps
dialing a lunar eclipse inside a coffee table
singing glass that enters the ocean
parking lot of soda cans stolen from a glacier
sword in an iceberg that sinks
the breath that moves the wind
thwacked errorless womb

Tornadoes of tumbled hair
slipping over the taut skin
of pressured daylight;
icebergs spiked by tin towns
split flags opening like broken paws
on the drift of throttled voices.

The prow of a living island
zooms through birches,
diseased maples, canoes of charcoal,
lips burned by the moon
forced through an acid-fueled
radio, relentless surge
of blood-darkened water.

Wild felines clinging to busted
stalks, eyes lit by dials of
a criminal laundry, blades of bone
framed in soaked fur, snaggle-toothed
by unsated longing, crying with the tones
of those who mate with hammered synthesis
of daffodil and rose.

Scissors cut between trees
to let in the island light;
paths wind on plunging roots
holding up the soil of dead bodies--
a foothold of impacted foundation
that smells like flame.

Long starred walks undulate carpet trees
my body made by drift is shaped
to ride the flaps of all
in its laundered vortex
for a sliced drink
that dribbles down a palace of moss.

There are no energy configurations that are not from God and that are not God.
Goddess Isis conjectured that the sheets of lava had been generated like more Gods by Atum.
The Black Christ from the Black Egypt separated from the next by a layer of clay,
natural, unseen ethereal beings worshipped today as the unmoved mover
ridges and hillocks overgrown with vegetation kept in the mystery schools and temples
we live on; the sciences; and can give or take life, to obtain their planet

God before showing and proving among the most fecund
God's actions the rocky, mist-shrouded headlands to control the masses
God really is the foundation of religion--the atom.
The early African understanding of God was the primary branch the best
who is responsible?

Eye in the miles; the sun; water; and the open eye, as seen
omnipotent the building blocks of all life on the shoreline

Brambles around a cake of pillows
with an imprint of the body that created
and punched through its surroundings
before it fell all the way through the core
to get a costume, body's missile from gardens
with a crown of poisonous leaves and a treehouse mind
building wallpaper on the air that he breathed
into existence; parchment of eyes that have seen
their love in an ocean of poisoned water
burn to rise from the fallen kingdoms
and seed his own on a mushroom
island cloud, the imprint of his endless
sound inside out

Earths came out to welcome the father and earths first evolved
Nun God emerged from Egyptians, when Egypt was all
Ptah first emerged from the story of creative powers
Ptah in the form of a hill absorbed the primeval waters
the God force as the source of all, the being white civilization had not
for all and the multiplicity of energy one such story was
that we are all of one origin and that the multiplicity of creation is remembered
replacing one mystery god by sitting upon man with his spiritual nature and
God-like powers and fiery speeches near the end of time,
to save the lost and separate them from their sheep
God would come purchasing millions of dollars worth of fish
the symbol of the ever-long cannot be yellow!
the sun, the universal symbol of hot gravity
ascends higher and joins black black black black black

INTO THE MENTAL HEAVEN

The male seed in full has seven sides
the crescent moon woman (without child);
shows reflected light (truth the white background of the flag
white clouds of deception with other mists same people: one
to conceal the true and living god, who is yellow bloom
is black, the original color of the sun(anything we can help give
with all these gifts we place our mental hell
our lost brothers and sisters solar facts;
themselves rain, hail, snow and earthquakes
energy derived of that creative everywhere and in everything
miles of the earth's surface supreme being
our people before the sub-division), maker
of the planet earth, father of the temple he taught karate
born from the knowledge to Allah
scientist who unlocked the silk merchant
white people's narcotic trickery for magical help
the hell unknown to us because of our captivity in America
the zero in our number system
eating the filthy pig
a high-powered rifle with knowledge of self.

NATION CUT UP

We are the poor
who have been stolen from and lied to
we know who God is
for we know that our babies are born
original people, who are the fathers and mothers
goddesses of antiquity such as Isis
languages spoken in silence
alphabets that were created by Allah
so that we can be mastered
by the sun, moon and stars
and out loud by man
to see that the gods deal in numerals and shades
the long absent pride
and actions of uncivilized beings
human families of the planet earth
a freedom people

The twinkling of death's world
from an airplane.
Sidewalk lives that never leave
their burning strip.
Museums of murdered peacocks
dripping red wine from
their torn flanks.
Rib cage of essence that lives
at an expense.
The void from silence opens an
ellipse, and then another, in the
greenhouse bath of ether.
What follows uncertain dancers
is a 360 eyeball on stilts,
mugging its pocked earth
verbatim.
Sills sit on glass under
broken mounds, hitched pipes,
digitized windows winking back
at a deep valley of pine.

A surfeit of breathing actors, on a tidal wave,
strutting the slope of death.
Iris black pupils dancing from
skirt to skirt, in great height
the years that pass between us
leaving weight.  Purple outcropping
reaches hope in a flying saucer's
wall, its hub of inhuman echoes
friendlier than time.  Unharmed sectors
open up to the dark of cool night.
to be lit with balls of water.
Courses flow with broken partners
sand is crystallizing eyes that nudge
the rooted side of all flags.

Typecast coral, feces imprinted
on the ocean floor, filtering many threads
of being.  Jumping a curb tin
worked in the belly of avenue,
leaping off one's own eyes
into the stomach of a tape killer, unloving
green making itself known
through the healing trunks
in afternoon.  Mouths open below,
exhaling their little awfulness,
with flame attendant to lame what
is left of empty hungering, with tongues
of ice in the fond neck of
the pond side sitter, duck starer
who carries an omelette
in his recipe cookbook.

FIRE WALKER'S CIRCUIT

Torn bark hymns to naked wood
mute stalks to be melted mouths
picnic on flowered blankets,
pine and pomegranate palms
sap's rubber sole, ashy alleys
between treads, pineal thread
to blaspheme death, life draws tight
lovers departed from childhood
with nobody's god lurking.

The ledge is a priceless lip
the brightest eye on earth
overlooks.  Spoken tongues turn
back to the body with images
to be buried on its inside-out.
Flowers from the nose, cavern
vines the eyes through,
thatches of a smashed basket
surrounded by many gun twigs.

Rim of outskirts, torch under the earth.
God's in the kneecaps, water's fence
and depth, all breaking things.

Dice moon and make
a wheel of spokes only.
Watershed polish spit
one hundred thousand garages.
Bring out the prize pyramid
of human face and hair
and let her grin I'm her.
The languishing river has
a canal in my lungs
that is a secret smile's
disease-dodging seed
of life.

Galaxy's mind-bomb of many bodies,
unkept torch of ages in the belly-stem,
havoc's forest of acid-tipped brambles,
oak's lesson of firmness brought home
with the blood of a goose vibrating
yearly rings of reminder
as stumps crunch stories to the sky
and the high and perfumed
flowering are let low in the graph
of eyes, winking each from its square
in hazel pattern of hours.

Cube invaded by a cat's head
windows triangulated on the pyramid's owl
mountain framework'd to kiss the vulva springs
dining table flown from its arabesque'd quilt
lattice of vegetable arms
bringing uppercut to grey phantoms
and bantam claws run
for a slice of blood, a peck's taste
of what the sky wasted on
unkind men, and sulking women
folk.

FRAGMENT.

The liquor puts itself away;
smoke dissipates, light uncovers
a wrath in the fourth quarter;
speech is deceptive, tone wavers,
light answers with brothel;
speech answers, is mania of
death denied by the shovel-minded.

Lilac path cuts open the workday
lilac path opens the night
hills tidal in smashed eyes
turn over the world I carried
with me all my life it was a cage
I wounded it without effort
the long mistake has a river bed
and to take it out...

Rings of smoke cross the barrier.
Long mirrors eat out of the twilight.
The purpose of the water is vanquished.
Root beds and blankets of red steam
carry the living.  Nicked air
flows past the sermon of the dove.

The funkadelic dock shivers
fractured out of the earth.
Cheese-anchored flotilla turns
into a boat, a home for hats,
a trapped roman numeral
fishing with his dick.

The savage god does not exist.
Devils go after his twilight in samey fashion.
Inner man is tension brought into sun being and balanced.
Brought to the hearth, he hungers for nothing.
He lets the hunger of the womb become him.

Warrior of rolled leaves
voyages over the maples
ice cream on the eyeball earth
furthered by laughter on the rapids
puckered anuses of hot light on the high wall
overlooking a belly of cinders
that has been turned and turned
feverish hands to comb long caves
mutant limb liquid the whole
track of solar systems across the mud
of a deep fern'd forest path
twice forked omelette of sunrise
lost in footstep water, bend erupting
in blossom at its greatest stress, combed bank
unscrewed of melted nails worming
back to life across a hollow sundial
shadow tracing the railroad nerve
its slipstream of butchered inhabitants.

Prickly outposts of the earth and moon
look lonely.  Vegetable sky has
ripped her belly on a fence-top.  Hours
die toward the spigot at the residence's
edge where masks fly in a long chain
over a ditch in the earth
a kite's eye, noodling through the air
toward the mounds of red snakes,
mummy's emptiness, haggard rollers
of long sacred scripts in
constantly birthing hallways wet
elaborate re-entrances, stones
in the eyes of the living, a link
with headbanging daisies
in the eliminated breeze
an unthought kiss that clears
it all.  Pens the curved underside
of the favorite tree's fallen jacket,
fondling what scrapes the skin to red,
hang-glider who left an absence
behind a gone world's desk,
untaught in shattering
on the longest wing of throttled laughter
chained by the thorn bush in the crook
of blood punched through by lingering numbers,
devil-bred routines, pantomimes of the dead
as we look at our fathers falling
through the cracks of their own
broken history, and let them
as we must, their ease gone
from our creases to ease the dawn.

Out on the ropes of fuming sunlight
weapons hang from the beauty rising
bulbed open at the eye-hatch
insatiable vision shrinking the void
through which fools escape leering like holes
published nosehairs and the flushed past
rubik's around the core of our squared souls
gleaming in the puzzle of categorized dimensions, and dying in those dimensions
ornamented with terrorized gardens
burnt in the failed protection of self
barren and broken to look upon fusillade
purple hazing of day's close the sky-comb rainbow,
filling up the plugs of pasted-together beings
with overpowering acceptance of vagina rule
dance floor splitting to reveal a swimming pool on TV.

My torpedo body on earth
devil existence redeemed
by harmonizing with all the elements of man
on the shell of the cosmos
for an ephemeral audience
aghast at the authority of murder
and the backwardness of innocence
smashing the floors of civilization with a head-butt
failing at it and loving it
lit up by the barrage of oblivion
with the embracing fire that lives
possessed and crackling in the honor of madness
blood-sweet cost of inspiration
worshipped unto the hearth of beyond this
where motherfuckers just swim in the air
where there is great peace and calm over the damned land.

Trees are terraforming with roots
plumbing the dark soil and deep soil
to start a new world every day
here she comes with a smile for starch
overwhelming the trashed scenery
with hips, apple prizes in the face,
lips and lazily muscular, thighs.

Zones of evaporated milk
flung through the ribs by an eyes's
distance.  Remnants of salt world
on the tip-tongue of blossoming spores
tasting with the body
retching with the body the old world

Born under the eye of the enemy,
afraid to run.
Afraid to run.
Born with the enemy watching.
They update themselves
every now and again.

They have a cleanly way
about them.  They update
themselves again and again.
Making the fabric burn
dancing and pointing at the flames
heroes in their neighborhoods
with time for dissecting whimsy.

Frivolous devil with time to disfigure
I have become your twin.
You've even begun to speak like me.
We inhabit each other's shade
in the corporate sunlight
where we polish ruin and ruin is shut off

Born under the eye of the enemy--you,
mother-raper, de-sweetener of tombs
and fire ceremony, devil eyes in the camp,
die.  And be reborn under your own gaze.
Learn the air behind the mirror.

In the corn of corn self
fields grown ladies to sculpted forests of static
backdrop, green tears from the heart
of an overused sun, eye wearied
orange by too much seeing.

Blowing radios into molten flower
announcements of death universal in music
touching rented roofs with
urgency of umbrella'd voice,
pushing green housed roof off,
lavender breathing through hands
milleniums of expressive torso
tilted offices of man sliding and
draining from broken windows
karate females wheel a stewardesses' cart
through a parking garage
world's empty pocket
flipped by a single string

The whole carpet of earth
torn up, units of light dissolved
into cold, warrior deprived
by a world without mission

riding the ferris wheel with drunk
abandon in his buttocks, searching
treetops and machines for the popcorn heart,
anime mouth ecstatic that burps and winks the sun
pouring sweet spit on the drum skin
open fields of tar mouthing plumes
of pink whistling smoke blowgun swamp
forest stripped and steaming
chipped stalks interrupting peak time
rooms ache to feedback walls in silver flower
drooled inkwell of desk erection dream
strobed cliffs melt an archway
fallen hands of time follow the green

light through: salt water licking
silently otherside of a force field
fold-up chairs on fire slanted forward
the empty throne of heaven reflecting
gartered legs spread down behind the descending
threshold, low golden inter dimensional bed
where the poor make love between
a phantom savior's series of soft clefts,
fanged butterfly lips, take my blue, my mountain
memory into your narrowed vastness.

Whatever else is fiddle, my Earth
comes to meet the arc
of what I am sculpted
meld spirit with body brain
clay is always falling, this scepter island
will bobble on the static of
a world hunkering backward into speech.

Open telepath mind, universal swoop
of endless hunger
reaching the totems of finality
passing into perfect darkness
colored and re-colored with
the touch of reality's blood
fallen from the trunk of
high-reaching souls,
speaking to be recorded
and not felt.  Imprisoned
in the belly of this legal talk,
scythed hack of matter.

The border's twerked on circuitry
of power, goddess tree humming with amps
melody is a buzz in the daisy bright chain
encircling a campfire
guns melted on the hearth
and bronzing back at the sun
its bullet error of man.

Mask nested with vapors,
pouring out of purity's breakage
in high walls that stood on the mind
scales of fury, long strands of volume in eyes
magic carpet over the vacuum
pissing.

Snails flow on the neck
of the deflowered statue.
Spears of fence head shopping bag
around the galaxy bulbs
an original kink in the fabric
that keeps grabbing and grabbing
for the laughter of descendants
and the thrill of the banquet
in heart and belly
dissolving all holds on her swerve

planned and unplanned totalities of love and the spread of
phallus-headed unicorns
re-selling a holy gait vaguely toward
the future, where kisses hiss shut into the air
and trains go backward in the carelessness
your gloved march left undone,
sons of it's gleaming
less of the taint with your error,
criminal souls, impartial as crows
discussing nature, narrow tongues
god-wide minds pointedly hot
taking part in the madness of the passing hours,
neglecting the path of forgetfulness
stolid in numbers trapped
volcanoes in thought built up

will reap able and treacherously beneficent children,
the multi-path'd with full hooves split on sky
happily tucked like a pie
sled on the museum you opened in my head
by landing on me.

Noon passes on a slope, feminine bi
cycles pass liquidly in flippant schism
the frothing of the last volcano's mouth
forking gardened hillside with rock
pathways for gawking lizards
in perfected human attire;
there are beings like us
in other worlds, devouring
their way towards us right now.

Following jagged footprints
on a dung heap, twiddling antennae,
to find the sun's tractor beam,
the lost features of the moon
and the called of silence
to be filled with minerals
in endless tide, abstractedly
worshiping.  Mouths hung
on the choir's clothesline
of rhythmic existence,
a song of houses blocked by rain,
pizza on rain-tables
napkins peppered by
lipstick grams, pyramids
of eyelids stacked and stacked
to the hot treetops.

Radiant plush that fades
the eyes back into the teeth,
the voice back into the neck,
the neck back into the ass...

Furry light, that opens
a morsel in the blood,
a tangled pour,
crystallized volcano of effort
prism led to court of dead owls,
miceless claws of the judgmental dead.

Dashed slobber of mutuality,
why are you calling me
back through cloud factories
to be mercilessly painted by eyes?

Many-mirrored flutter, parallelograms
of copulation squeezing treadmills
free of daisies, many-pharoah'd tombs
bursting with rice salt honey vulvaic stimulaters
body-spiders friend from the gone age
an ember in her waistband
as I pass myself meeting her.

Tug of cumulus on the bloodstream.
Shat fences pull up from dregs.
Fiddle of washed-out frog mouths
in the tubs of collapsed immunity.
Flung to it like vegetable, a pursed
triangle for mouth's radio dial,
enemy savior, Freya, toasted imitator.
Your grains in the prints of my fanged sand.

Pointed away from the source of light, the curved cornea grow
on low vines and softened gelatin
its gilded dome topped by a statue
stigmatized by the props of four other dancers
a picture window loosened around the plants beneath the outer scales
pods as bush and pole promiscuous as alley cats
called seed-making hips in the strawberry patch
and burgundy snakes adorn her christmas wish stars as campfire badges
chasing and trying to eat rain onto the living room floor;
we nursed and rocked, we sang together.

Blocks of velvet alternated with solid crystals
babyhood wrapped in teeth and hair
handprints and footprints made numerous people and scenes assemble
each one with a coat of decoupage embroidered.

The keystone of green boughs with straight pins
string berries on wedge made of finger and thumb flute
an envelope of silence pouring out his torrent

Buck-wild silver out on the trellis
of the known, snail's trail
of ooze from the rectum,
a soothing smile, a leer
on the rope, anointment
of lovemaking, payment of light
from hardening ceiling, milk-roast
that inhabits caverns and canyons
freezing into flower, the lid of rock
like a monk's mouth, bristles
articulate of wrists, sun's
urge less whipping on waves
of long unkept forests froth
mirroring out from a tremor
of total life spunk lost
in the forest celebration's
egg nothingness caught
and besieged with knuckles of bird
lay on out the blue mat--
as violins nod to the imaginary center
baby god bows out of his death tuxedo.

Going to war with flesh in a sun ray
benched for a river of ozone
birch flowing on hills of no empire
crumbled seats of stone
android informed hillocks
flicking ash into a soft abyss
watching it balloon into clamor
on the steam floor of the last world
and the last world
and the last.

Kingdoms of leaf on which
to sit in elevated shadow of oil.
Ruined gaze that inhabits
the transparent seas.

Slobbering woof of amp
firewheel of my consciousness
reassembling; voice of unheard purple
stabbing over the circuit of the moon,
toppling pines within screen
world bawling underneath, strewing
hands like trampled ferns
feet reveling in madness
to excite birth.

Logs broken on the shore like weeds.
The godlike beauty of the form
even in this endless captivity.
Banished light that returns
through the mouth of the banished,
perfect thought mottled by wounded flesh.
Tongues through the empty diamonds of a fence
from the shot searching depths of a startled core
heart empty as the cashbox in back of the tree house
infinity that stares out of my throat
no longer asking to be fed
what does not fill.
Tumult of leaning trees toward wet sand
fork of earth eating eyes
with an opening song, delirium
of every color attacking the cursed
with armored blessings,
valleys bottomless with eaten doves
that cannot be vein followed,
shining from between my body
where earth takes off to infinity
blazing with many tails
demanding with gravity, stung
what time would not fecund.

Let me speak to your body!
And all these little squirrels bury
their hatchets in the sand.
I will find the worthiest peels
in the compost, twig them
with mutant stems, and buds
that draw rain.
Follow the whirlpool into my chest
let my tongue's nest of ribs
speak into the fibrils of your cheeks
with the ages that have swept
me to you helpless as a rag
knowing it in strength
the twined tide wraps it in.

Let me caress the season's lapse
as it falls on your body.
And the hungerless waves, to row
in them like one not being eaten.
Torn meteor eyes, soft round waist a bell
frayed bangs wild haunches marked mouth
face broad as a brick, gaze flat and
infinitely elsewhere.

Welts of daylight
rise up little mouths
in the chanting darkness.
Rain is harnessed
to those who move.
Until one has been
included among the damned,
life is not understood.
Spirit's eye on the raving body
flunking lashes into the nerveless sea
the hunger of anti-space
to be injected with blood.

The open dream is invaded by travelers of marble who hurt chairs.
Their faces go to work on the air.
They see their still lips against urgency of radio waves.
Bodies crash open in the sun hammer.
Perfect poise is heavier than gravity spirits singing at grates
that thread sky into tubes pool colors of smashed dust
enlarge in corners that slit numinous and lose the center for a wider sphere.
Violet passageways open to shrieking milk and the petting of framed hallways
in the setting dawn.  Lawns onscreen fade hair and shrink bodies down to wrap
on their faded furniture.  The rooms drift through each other.
The lights cluster in one.
Doors blow off like torn lips.
Chaos enters through ultraviolet piss of machine brass.
Hot irons tickled by passing trains.
The open dream is closed by frozen milk clover.
Lasers are threatened by bowed glass.
Thunder is dance less on foam-cut acres of voided fence.
Boulders roll to make way for a spider's head.
Tender eyes move around on that teething body.
Sand slips to the outskirts
the core is transparent velvet
with a gingerbread top.

As the light erodes my body,
I learn to enjoy the brightness,
its darkening impact,
the mushroom underside of the sun.

Ferns in my eyebrows turn me
on and off, on and off.
A long dirt floor heels punched
with holes when it was a runway.

An iris life framed by severed elbows.
Frozen scaffold that unhands the moon
from her orbit.
The end of prophetic blood, significance of numbers
table salt around the rim
of celestial anus.

Fronds of meat disguised as quilled leaves,
billow of voices breaking
on the hot engine hood
of a condemned future.
Peninsula of ragged sperm
crawling over a shelf of stone.

This maya music makes me wish for a woman.
I close the window on my pain, pray the water will not cover me.
I'm chimney-dancing, thrusts at the moon.
Confetti of spent tears in the air.
Throat of solitude which swallows error for pearls.
Incense of cold chiles that huffs in the doggy pen.
Cliffs' side decorated by the cranes and sprays of innocence paid.
The helpless rage of poverty a workshop of claws.
Sink's blade that only sings to your terror, trash-dampened escape.
Sun for days under the flank of the continent,
breathing root-broken cacophony of worms.

Taffy of overstretched entities
threads pretzel'd 'n sucking
collapsing each other in garments
heads shining like severed fingers
in the torn womb that is a basin of brass entrails
trumpet stems bent crooked around
the path of the leap of time
its ankles of penis to shoot feet
the fetid garage it gives off with a mouth
slamming and slamming wide
wooden doors roads of flour
that quake on an anvil
personas stapled over a portfolio of light
flaking off the gone sail's pole like salt
its terrier on the tongue and teeth
mutations aching in the crease to leap
for wet from dry galaxy.

Bronzed cartways where I have the bravery of a moron in facing death,
linen that dances with me as I rise floating from a claw-torn green bed,
frames of gilded technology grasping with lips from the forehead
that wince with pleasure under attack, whirlpool of error
in which all life is made glimmering
against the shadowed psalm and the sleeping fan
where mated hallucinations tie down their asking for water
and feed each other through popped wheat
stunned in an hourglass
hung close to an umbrella of destroyed geese
from the open sky.

With a towering fountain of earth water
a bicycle rut sends sky sperm
to the abdomen of extended moon.
The planet's collapsing cage
makes kissers move on rubber feet
toward the chill shadow of monuments bone
words filed off by the red wind
ferns catching hot berries
in the zone of posterior rabbits
who frown oblivion of air
waffle iron's invisible cage
from the ribbon sun wrapped out
hinges oiled by fruition cost
galaxies bloomed by a mute girl's hand
to refine the ether with feathered glue
falling curlicues shaved from vast corners
of botched math, thin wig
on overtaken lips, eyes gone
to the ceiling of a multiplied place.

Long bridge to babylon rust
green peaks in eyebrow fog respond
licking wounds of sense from the bottom of a honeypot
stadium drenched in emptiness with purple rim
the walk of a sideways person
electric under the umbrella navel
pine cone in the mouth to bug eyes
above the nose bridge like a bow tie
me the last shirted screamer where ferns split
prepared to strip for the sun between my teeth
to move the clouds out over a long rail
puckering leaves of stone braille bristle
for touches of godlike imprint
surface touch in under the iceberg
bronzed lifetime screaming
molded lips in cloud of airplane
bouquets of bottled passengers
kissing through frozen belts
in the cryogenic earth.

Preserved and escalated in the jelly
of a rhythmic music,
mostly in the green that lives
butt pink as the eyes
of the land's first rat,
emitting all the healing
of a surgeon's error,
caught in long floss
at the edge of a bed
love unmade, clutching
in red continuity the scheduled
event calendar he will never
attend.

Altered ego pushing a shopping cart
in labyrinths of granite ballerinas saying goodbye
with outstretched handkerchiefs and kept mouths
all feigning permanence of judgement
as they collapse analytical air
with a turn of aching torsos
in the windswept mind
terrorized by the depth of its limits
passing the whole ocean over to sexy amateurs
acting like carriers we kiss
out barriers then post them
with salt, retreating with a half grin
to sin more against the snoring
of history.

Bringing twilight to the peppered fog
that rides me like a canary,
in the canopy's nimbus a compressed saint
with a flickering belly,
tongues from everywhere
the realm of shattered shingles and bad karate
filled up with accidental blues.

Force of what's gone with a dance,
figure me for the mouth of
nothing in particular
to blossom everywhere.

IRON PLATES WERE COVERED WITH A FINISH OF WHITE PLASTER

The green overhead
chooses a confetti of eyes.
Surf of days edges
a calendar to the end
of a last wall.
Hours spread on the days
like wounds for departure.
The soaked organization
droops through a corner
to a hidden doorway.
The collapse of light
in a longer and lower room--
moon dirt pecking at daffodils.
Lots of broken earth spackle
teeming with cameras and cold sex
only to be ignited by unseen love.
The kick of a machine gun
in the claws of a dove.
Gloved air reaching for purchase
across the footpath
of a rotten overgrowth.
Pruned lips leering
back at what blooms
through the sevenfold thorns
of neighborhood
water moving with no urgency
far away.

My guts ache with sorrow like silk
I like to think of life as a rotating chair
in the gone soup kitchen that guided my lizard face
through many piss mirrors I empty my lacerated crown wallet
I dump out the brig of souls on towns that sour for me
red-faced spirits inherited from mortgaged hells
feet infant soft on the feeling banister crawling rounded corners
toward triangular supplies that melt their own shadows
slain immortal aspirations drive a fork lift
through the animal heat of a mangled mind
trying to playground the edge around the eyemeal
laced with rumors of a war on the inner life
sledge which I will fight with the costume of my cowardice
pulled past a moose's emergence by a stick with eyes
fighting in the woods, slapping mother and father,
whacking them around like dolls, thinking of onions;
nullity in the blue bulb ditch where I was condemned to die a stinkbug
sunk in the torn tendrils of a newer tongue
the wrapping paper of yesterday's plan
discarded by the look of the mouth that spat it into being
intoxicated by poetry like my mother at the bible puking
reading this pig of sky with clean entrails
gloved in field mice
by the flank reflection of a full moon dozer.

The woods quake and suck at the egg of the world
pits of footprint shimmer like nets
to water cutting threshold of hills
with wide-leaved stem choirs
twisting aches of turned necks
in a pond's depth of rotting color
turpentine mustaches form in flocks of bent wing
a vast and loving pulse of mouth around the anus of the moon
towers and towers and towers of dead light
arc bridges to batter wheels skyward
from the smack of kissing bodies
the scent of a lobotomized dollar
furrow of growth in the folding of earth
a chair of shat flowers.

Healing circles of the earth
coil to let in the dark sun.
Forms of laughter and thought
are careless with their genius
in the forest.  Two young men
are sharing a seasoned jug
with their crooked arms, crooked mouths,
with the canopy's familiarity
many caresses deep on the millions
of needles, millions of grains of sand
that made them up from the thick
and swampy air of all that placed them here.
Foreheads and eyes ladled out
by the spoon manufacturer.
Avalanches of cool kissing breeze
in this rented valley.  Princely the disarranged
clouds, the thrones of remembrance,
time-positions of eyes eyes eyes
in a crumbling zodiac.
The measure of sadness in love making music
deck of thieves emptied only of bile
by the nakedest man
on a plume of impenetrable water,
where his footrests are proportioned by careful molecules
and the tug of the body sets the bibliography free
to tatter the landscape
scraping notes from each leaf, each guide-thrust
of emerging tree.
Ground and its parallel broken sky
by the birth of departure.

ROOMS FOR PLEASANT LIVING IN A FOXGLOVE STRONGHOLD

the elegant society and its protective Buddhist monastery
tied one end of a cord to its hand to prolong their careers, but a really good antidecapitation
beat with electric cranberry whose canopy of foliage shades the foaming substance
toward the center of the pile.

HEADGEAR TO THWART AND TERRIFY THE JELLY

I begin by laying a blue mason jar on its side in a bed called the cast-iron plant santhemum
roof dazzling traditions of warfare against artists as hairy subhumans
the vines of caged tomatoes blackened their teeth; white stone walls
painted red and covered by a form winkle structure
like a bright windowsill in the shadow of taller sun sleeves
who takes her watering cues from the formation of modern eyes
a hot griddle using across rooftops to freedom
tense with contained energy and undrained pineapple
sound effects, butterflies and birds
on slender poles and costumed with his brave mistress

Mud season capped skyward currents give wetness to hallucination
pale slum holes take leaves toward the order of the earth
long paths of jaggedness with a great view
hard to leave the honey that zig zags the blow alone
hard to fling error at the moon who's become your sister
hung to fling money through the mirror of butchered soul
bleeding from a shot of eyes that goes down to the the eternal
moved by the gush of lungs in a fish tank to a square yard
where years fall hard on the unproved galactic plan
and man opens his head on the doors of his others
in an unprepared garden groaning
the breaking of re-taken letters for a swill of tethered time
falling on forehead after forehead
only to be removed by rain.

Volcanic worlds knock on my tether
I drive a hooded snake through these disrupted streets
leaning past the wheel of its submerged ear
to find glory in the heaven of dirt
wild hands have been waiting for
uplift of scattered fields across the sunburnt galaxies
resting places disintegrated in salt
and the careworn wash of hands
that descends from a tower of ashes
the way that movements walk paper lives
outbreak of the ceaseless voice
that seems body to body by growing
in greatness and error, inner vastness
monotonized by imprisoned powers
steroid-ridden butterfly
chomping on remagnetized sugar
as the blade frisbees his hours away.

Tell tail to fail time by thrashing
talk to the pink whale of civic unconsciousness
shrink wrap your ebony orbit around my tongue of ages
descending wells with the skeleton of failed technology
dwelling in this ivory cavern yours to plunder with
thickening kisses, faggot's breath of my mind
plundered world's transgressor of silences
the map of the mind in a hand's palm
to bomb cities of thought with untaught wreckage
I make the utensil's arrow of this fake speech
you made the thief of my mouth,
I spit it back in high tones of beautified error,
stabbing with bluntness that splits like planted light
fist-fucking the many-mouthed mother
with discoverers of widening streets
walled industries of stolen rhyme
forge of glasses
which disfigure the face of god's self
in the fallen arc of perfected identity
nullity of hooded snakes
in the purple valley of mesopotamian awakening
crescent of fourth eye's ejected totem
windmiller for the digitized ram.

Come to me on trackless trees mulling
frank head butt trains out of the way babishly
I'm waiting in the tape deck with sugar
propped on molecules that don't have moves yet
to thrill the gasoline with vapor of smiling effort serve
tan the preferable beauty of destroyed townships
in a force field of huge dick
fangs tousled by explosions of speeding thoughts
and the promises of subway interiors
to the future of reptilian sex in a transparent room
for the thrills of fading in darkness
grin shopping for empty space to fillet
mum lips in the future wreck.

EYE AGAINST EYE

   In the flow of new colors produced
   many bodies get lost in the furniture
   wires join the trees outside dancing rooms
   throats gulp and eyes swell vision breaks from the crowd to weep
   rocks pour from his throat his tongue a fiery shovel
       the mischief of gentility in a stabbed galaxy
   limp lovemaking paroxysm'd the gates of dams by wisps of sky lava
      factions of wheat turning to push the sun
   with vigor of agony stored up in attic and basement rooms, with chocolate powder
       the lights in the ceiling piercing a thought of infinite error
             into my tiny mind as my torso flexes for microwave
           and freed the lions and rattles flee from the idiot's wrinkles in my forehead
            and the hurt of whole cave-shot mountains
              steaming wreck in my timid atmosphere
                                                 my stupid life on a long feather of unearned thanks
                re-ignition of tiger flower in the time of my narrative
                 simultaneity of faucets many air-shipped pictures conglomerating sex
                   for the new age of revolutionary perfection that I missed
                     while shaving my ass.

River's breath is big in the air
conjure the rafters high in no final mind
limbs of canal out to the ocean
and wings above the fire of the territory
speak in carpeted tongues
fried with icy outlines into the essence
crater of power, doll of humanity
wavering with residue of free movement
building up in his eyes his walk time
his crouching in the theater of burnt overlords
trying to free the shell of the shape
of a bucket's rim from this run of reality
and fill its rainy depth with troubled pebbles
each selected by explosion from the wall
of error breaking like a re-run sun
speedometer village, eating its language
from attics of paper flowers
crisscrossing the dim bricked air
with the sword of words and flubbed tears
freaking into its near highway
fountain basin review of
finger prints lost to calendar
anonymous mother of the all world
whose come I am.

Land links in the Arctic exert an upward force to hold the object onto the stage

land animals against the backdrop of the sea and broadcasting himself on video for photosynthesis

satellite hand reaching for a computer without sunlight in the brief peak

and reproduce oblique on the two ends of the seesaw

to push the car out of the snow on the bag of groceries

remember the formula for work large eyes that reflect

machine then does work pale olive body, as a whole, the upperparts translucent
the weight of the pennies is the force they become sexually when the rains return

A tank with polystyrene sheeting shaped like a papyrus plant
to send pictures over wires and with fluid pressure on your skin or clothing
create beast lizards on thorns and three to five females long-haired and stocky domestic egg-shaped red blood
with grass-lined nesting chambers, plates of bone joined to the ribs and ultraviolet fireworks
mouth as beefsteak of the general poststructuralist repertoire with paper labels
the materials of architecture and the venue and shadows of the U.S. songbird

They live at depths in the open ocean of these abyssal plains
sunlight deep in the water for a sound wave to look like stone icicles
sheets of luminous square mile standing and running
a round, suckerlike mouth ringed with a rasplike tongue
its plumage to white in winter the name of the animal's discoverer world wide on man

Dawns of raided hose
verklempt in the lighting
that brings their efforts to water
their limbs in a liquid wall
the stage burned that they asked for
covered in tenderness with iron
downy feathers from neck fluff
adrift on the swing set of the wind
drawing the chains from heavy-muscled water
as gravity rises through the lips of their tent
they hasten into halter and star haze
drink stirrups of daylight that frost never tasted
ungather stones for the finger of canal
pinching the eye's taste for curve
gently at the edges where rubber hums
screens of tumbled hair
glowing mapless in agony of cognition
on the living room's fragrant propeller.

Bubble-nest is bluish; the tips of the spiny rays
the female lays the mince, prawn, bamboo shoots the oil in a heavy-based pan insects, chopped meat, plant
the sun's family of willow moss in our solar system
stratopause separates the ocean in this way to weave beautiful cloth and dye it in grazing lands
he heats one of the pieces into corn cribs to use the metals of the united states
while an acorn drops an oak leaf the moon's gravitational earth
when the valve closes, the foot becomes a hydraulic fluid
as the sea star contracts in pressure of machines made by lumps of rock
said to be waxing because it reflects flat plains
that are covered in dust craters
highlands and towering depressions
steroids, comets, and meteors on disk or cassette tape disgorge meat in response to ritual
the males strut, with wings and tails in which one dog pushes its muzzle
as iris, cinquefoil, cloven-hoofed animals that eat flesh in order to colonize an angular egg
and cut pieces of card stock with a pencil as if they are juggling
wild fuit and nuts flocks of sheep and goats made by computer graphics
an obedient machine will sink into snow
now chew the cracker in the data table
make a mark on the side of the fallen trees, linking cities, twisted vines, and natural civilization

Flea ruffled ears fears man
lurks a laundry trash bag into warmth
crossing my fever with more fur
the stiff paws of a sorcerer imagined
a notched bridge walking with a freshly tossed salad
gasoline air on the lips of a calendar
many hands rising from a freshly opened matchbook
pork belly eyes the frisk of the sea's
cold machinery of lovemaking
bigtime hands on the sheared wool
of a hell-hole's happiest walker.

From the center towards iced water--the spring onions in the oven
supported by springtails, and including beetles and and heat sensors
the mouth of the female from a higher to a lower level to time a meal cooking
swamps and marshes a huge mass of gas and dust controlled by chips
neighborhood sealed inside a ceramic, metal, or plastic thousands of people
edge of the lantern piece by piece, to the mosaic of metallic leaf tissue paper airplane bamboo

Life filled up with bile flowers in the bottle
the bottle zapped cold with answers
tone perfect manifold oxygen plan man
sends kisses into the zone of walled-off horror
bats lashes for the mist of Everest
when orangs stand erect breathing is fed to an inner layer
water on Earth exists as ice locked up
grout from half-marbles wandering lumps of dust
men takes care of the sewage and a red longitudinal band of airstones
the fulcrum around the outer edge of each teardrop in transmitted light.

CAT

She can feel the focus in my love
when I go to ink, and wants
to be near with it; she knows
the chemical force of the rain,
and fears its touch when I've
gone out to feel through it;
tangled numerals in the leaves
drip little down to us
green blood and jittery stems

Large refrigerators to straddle the midpoint over which force is exerted
and that will precipitate heavy metals from tap water with convex underparts
marching through many bodies to the endlessness of time with eyes clenched
softening the prism atmospheres triangular on earth
round with thinking, and raking yards in silent dreams
making love to mimes on schedule in the regimented rain.

The flaming house surrounds me
ten thousand daggers for ten thousand men
and I am crouching I am the lamp
naked cowboy cruising in a bathrobe
running broken-toed through stilted linoleum
vampire propeller of lost days, with a haircut
emptiness of washed-out background calling
floating in mid-air with eyes, with not quite right shoes

all forests are outside calling
together in triangle trenches from the outer
world carved inward by departed woods
shoveled dawn and shoveled shade in long piles
shrubs and their berrylike motions
tastes and their fragrance of falling
beams a tangle of flotsam flying
dead set pentagrams in a gruel's barn of mouth

rhododendron and blaze of gerbil
paths descending from sewage in the wet hill
long ditches of walkers with suspended tongues
buckets of tin in a stone unwashed floor
corroded walks of antique draped in ornament walkers
blazes framed in arctic sun trail
form relinquishing the keys of death
the flaming house comes to life in light of many flaming houses

neighborhoods dark with scorn decorate the hillscape
showing light the broken rock fences going out of style
long branches are hands in flight from gods
who never cursed the soil
nursed to life by torn tits and sheen of green earth
hanging limb in the middle of my life that never caught fire
that stays with me and pursues me til I raise it like a fist
conglomoration of shelled beings weeping in orgasm

THE NOMADS GAVE ATLANTIC SHEEP STATION

She combed the wild berries from her fingers
father slumping, buckling, or arching as the plates of the earth grind she
cut 36 squares from a sheet where the water is shallow
the people of the world beasts herders and hunters
nomads shipping meat and other products
pools left by the rain for the good harvest
prayers and songs done, they feasted, danced, no domestic animals
they gave today hand shears
I grind my gears in the belly of the sun
to make it run harder

Not only the miracle of waking,
the disturbed miracle of being awake
and the provided miracle of not waking,
but also the mother-fuckers who flower constantly
and won't watch the world change like an emotional glacier
the station of nature's no love
 eclipsed in a leaf-side
undervein splashing with honey of twilight
vermilion moon

Not only the miracle of sleeping, but also
the miracle of those who cannot close their eyes.

I am a child of the smashed earth.
Taught to love it with blindness, sight blazing,
I am the child with no identity but death, living.
Through the suffering and warriorhood of my whole existence
flanks are paler than the case of the paint can opener
anchored to the bottom with golden-red light
a zone of shrubs and dwarf trees and broad-leaved water
power-driven machines smelted in the ashes
two pieces of stone men struck together
in a little pile of dry grass to the darkness
of our planet home solar system

If I drive the wall into the furnace, does the furnace heal?
Will the roving mobs kneel at my capture?
Is the architecture fidgety, is remorse useful?
How many bodies has this consciousness used up?
The torches waver on the waves.
The night is remorseful, it does not ask permission.
The wallpaper caves and gives onto the eaves,
the calm of a horror window.

Leapers often crash and burn because the cemetery
life creates is too much for them: another always
appears, eating up the miles of stone, sluggard
with tiger face found lightning legs
leaped out of his own picture

Everlaughing at the end of fangs things brighten
and sag relax in place like empires sliding overboard
the continent's sky mirror the corrected acceleration of human dignity
the revolt of the whole howling animal kingdom from shag to shining shag
wrung higher than philosophy by the butt image, shining reality of ass,
which I light with the cargo of error which is mine
and through the emptiness of orgasm perfect sleep
everlaughing the bride of fangs which fangs brighten,
queen of tits whose caption headlines the morning sun.

Eyebeam at the earth-support post-paranoid museum
in the tape he appears to be walking under the infancy of video surveillance
beneath the hard wing covers no healer, merely a wicked troll the throat to tickle
from the trunks of a huge summer, male plant reproductive to water and itch
in the early spring, releasing millions of maple and oak trees and a delicate floral cake

We shall bring more life into life
with seepage and strength trained by killing
with knives and bonnets and bouquets more
with fucking gladly in the dwellings of the cursed where we live
with internal gods and external goddesses gladly
takeovers of the meek will reek of the same memory
but the blade whistle as if a sail turn
murderer to maker, taker of life to minister of pregnancy
parthenogenesis in the warm dot on the invisible forehead,
sharing cereal with endlessness of tabled people.

Cars and computers roll up like a pinwheel on the flesh side of each sardine
her gentleness in the world is water like magic from the wilderness
the town gates in paper-thin sheets are made with the same technique
as the laser beam reads the bar code and the banks are closed this golden band is
translucent if you know the mass of an object by wearing a backpack windmill

ENDLESS REVOLT

Drooling minerals.
The cold is beautiful snow,
the slow death preferable.
Bunnies leave their entrails
at the foot-posts of our world.
Born to be endless American,
devour apologetically.
A socket expanded to just take it all in
the face or in the distance.
Smitten by the possibilities
of rage turning on rage.
Canny foxes limber out
and catch intestines in their mouths.
Our death is universal: we will make sure
that everything alive goes down with us.
But as in a train backward--
when the moving pieces slide
glances switch to catch unwary
eyes and unresearched connection
is made, pink numerals leaping
mouth to mouth, fire's health to fire's helper.
The heat is beautiful light, our end will shine
on another world, drooling tearguards
that father suffering on what feels far.

A cry of rage with the whitest head pecked at the troll's ass
simmering under his steps like the death cry of Egypt
kissing bugs remove the innards and discard
the backbone, wash the insides and pat dry with paper
the auditorium of died kisses and cheekbone
a powerful animal turns dry grass, leaves, and wood
into mineral ash, water vapor, and termites
the eater of the heart bows to its manifest
a moist fecal ball, the breed honey by the bird's
tongue, the dung of herbivores eaten by this town

Knife is a machine that makes you figure 8
a machine increase both force and distance with a crash
multiplying distance the ramp doubles you
the other end of the stick lift the piano
the ramp, the distance over which you greater
push the piano
chop, chop, chop

he heard stamping hooves
she listened    thrashing

Clouds, dust, water, excreting a crystalline moisture from the night air
females behind blood-red or strawberry dark marking

Perched here, on the twin crests of my being,
burned by your razors and singing
the song of the planet in motion.
Time moving now will be stopped cold.
Time held up by force will shatter
to get through in fragments.
I sang in healing and roared to smash
did both best backward when blasted
broke myself with my own sophistication
and now I am a simpleton, delayed boy
looking for love in the static between
all the strong faces.

On a balcony of earth, over the stilled tasers crackling,
positioned twixt these impressive structures
that endanger the lives of human beings,
kissing the shadows of rocket fuel on each other's faces,
from the engine that burned a galaxy down yesterday,
time moving now will be held and cubed.

Shrines are hopeful, the day eats travelers
all the grapes are sweet and almost as big as a doorway
the color of this red velvet when a water pool forms a path
furred at birth, disks on its fingers and toes its horns grow sideways
leather and gold jewelry soothing the frantic beast
love of the stars translated into desolation, marked
with oblique pale bars he'll jump out of the pit

All wild pigs was a blind girl uses large strap-on solid electric pulses per
stirring of leaves, two blank pages brightly colored industrial noise
small bags of fine sand acid at ten centers a truly zen-inducing portable
soap, toilet articles, and shoes whose exhaust is similar to that tin hound a heavenly body
behind the gill cover he uses his magic to rob cold-blooded creatures of the tropic shell
wings, belly, feet frilled lizard and thin, leaflike ear

Concerned females, inflating air sacs feed on seeds and insect maggots
underparts are pale air filled with feathers through the lava fields
shapes and serendipity weighted by his golden almost eel-like appearance
a loud booming call with the whitest head where they were born
to see the flowers nodding the mud with its long fingers and bloodshot eyes
his ragged teeth cut strips of magnet between which you sandwich your image

Homeless by the tremor in plastic-product protecting their fleshy stems
waterproof skins, and leaf pores and trim, half-timbered towns treacherously massacred
by energy from the original home of life on earth, with its gilded dome
and marble columns as storage basins  for heat to make a single pole
that is perfected and integrated eye worm, which penetrates the eye
as the house shrew, which is weaned among small insectivores,
pink or pitch-black lakes, hot mineral hollows in plants

The tapes upon his death a monorail in natural settings
the remarkable body lies on the ground waiting among the rivers, castles, and mountains
vast gas fields, open pits from which the sleek pants-boots were worn classic
stained glass distances in space and time pushing the vine down with background pieces
songs of local beauties beloved, fiery horses are reared to savor each sex as the fish mature
and the ground cover burned with sharp contrasts between the columns
crashing of monkeys by the closely woven colored flowers roots of lianas overhanging petals
smaller climbers spend their lives stranglers grow from seeds lodged in the bush ropes,
epiphytic orchids from an auto in a public park to religious pornography.

Immense shade of waves
torn over hilltops
by the accumulation of moons
building on wells of fire
that the sun has lit with its age
light on light ice on ice
the empire of ended things.

Unprintable in the known world,
the feel and the tact of arriving
and departing, sundered from the atmosphere
of the populations's incredible innocence,
sun-folds wandering, scratching tablets
multi-color with rejected beauties,
scraps of love tossed aside by excellence
and correction, coming boat-side
with tits and teeth, hideously winning.

Found hills and found mountains

found monk-caves full of

diamond angles and kissed tongues

found paths apart as rain pooled

ice cubes on the golf grass galaxy's biggest sun

crushing on the ridge fabric

lonely electric cable lives

train-table through every season

with their misfit flatlines on fire

sent to an unseen ledge,

themselves a peacock's question

flesh root dangling hard from the rock face

The nocturnal territory is opened up
haste on the wing of what moves
a cream-colored stripe like a saucer of lowland
the dark band of the sun's ray from outer space

Trees yawn into shape
fold for the heart of a hidden season
the clouds hold set pieces in place
where the sun is covered over and blades hum
water is lifted to the color of the earth
whose inhabitants are roving ghosts
in a network of riots and laughter

trees are set down and moss blooms
the ghosts send electric shivers
through their many wires
and retire their ponchos of light
their firearms of nudity
and their sourglass songs
to a recreant abyss
full of recycled flowers
where pistil and stamen write on the air
the octopus of found organic thoughts

I am the guardian of green hell
with a wilder and wilder mask
the domain of sad kisses with twin lit ideas
failing at a wall of slime that is over the world

feinting at it with bravery, then with semblance
to gather up the waterfall with wild hands with covered hands
to mail it through the mountain on rails
that killed electric fed wet prisoners of the future

the panic of light ricochets through my chest
tornadoes of iris well up in my canker of a beast
thrills of severed springs hung frozen in volcanic sky
over the forced sanctity of the disintegrated towns

I am the guardian of green hell
glooming around with a stifled lightyear
mask fiercer and fiercer

Molten trees disengage the mind's body
moss climbs and roots taper
tower the side of the universe.

Time is dragged toward multiple centers,
species sear at each other with sulfurous commands,
galaxies and amphibian omnibuses are alit
with ruthlessly educated fuckfest eternity,

the shore offers its broken machine parts
to the laggard with a tin trembling eye--
gather up hearts to the bodiless,
hourglass stew the end of seconds
hissingly punctuated.

The broken seam in the flask
the path diverted by the urging of a fractured bone
sap root and root sap
divinely parted.

Warped bond of ages
throwing off new bodies like a highlight reel
laser eyes on the doorway of mirror
that threatens division's dimensions.

The heated room that makes the body cold
the falling world that makes
the laws uphold their emptiness.

Gloved abandon striking into the tunnel'd void
that knows no core.

Schemes hatched in disintegration
that give birth to a galactic ice babe.

Rain light on the dim shine of the city
flung back the day to an empty spectrum
missing light on dry cracklin
smacking lips, dropping hints
of revivalist limbs in a net's worth
of dreams revisited, with gloves left
there from the previous visit
unlined bodies filling up with steam
ragged in their pursuit of themselves
to hollow out the helicopter heart
and come down with whirring blades intact
ready to walk with the impossible.

Tinged with vaginal aftertaste
the whole hills of America come rolling in.
Yes to the evil brilliance and beauty of this erring and great nation.
Filched by hypocrisy and self-lust it marches in my own bones,
I subvert where it inhabits me, we exchange with one another,
our intermittent energies the color of light all the way through
a mountain tunnel thrumming with long metal anti-laughter,
not just speaking but shaping each other out of the air,
becoming real to one another, frightened by each others naked grime,
the lines of a bare foot on lunar dust are read and re-read by
terrorized by repeated scrutiny of genius
weaponized and warped into false identity by the pressure of insanity,
influenced by fear to dance, to float objectively without examination,
to fucking fly, to be unreservedly in an hour of glass exact
as an hour of steel, filled and re-filled in cusp in crest and in crash
the dog of yesterday and today's cat, the feline inhabitant of
a departed madness.

I love each tinfoil pan, each person.
The arch of St. Louis holds a faint cobweb, today.
Scattershot the movement of humans as the universe breaks.
Warm asphalt hurls the winter out of the sky.
The web is water I sleep under a christmas tree
in the bus station lobby until the sweepers bring me
back to the world with my whole spine singing
and swinging like an elephant's trunk.