Drum skin reading the sky
tugging threads of armor
over a freckled slab of stone
pool of melted bones
lighting flares in transparent feet
a skyscraper gravestone
where magnets link hands
and flush souls into the depths.

Radiant forehead fractured by blue lines.
Spastic beings shoveling cold subways
to a plastic slide.
Floors falling through the feathery ascent.
Mud turning to glass in a besieged antenna.

Emptiness climbing numbers
up a drifting cathedral
the blueprints in a lightning stroke
the vaulting of imprisoned form
for imprisoned form.

Kings of the shelf
and the twisting wind
layer of sparks
suited in glimmering plastics
past the sea of toppled tree trunks
past miles of slotted ooze
waffle iron lines
on a painted duck
a plume of water in a workman's belt
a handstand on speckled girders
above the furnace of the cabinet's file
in a glaze of lipstick and cement
an octopus of skulls
flossing with electric wire.

Limbs across the peak
of a wrenching divide,
bricked-over eyes
pouring ribbon trails
through steaming masonry.

Painted hair stuck
to an inky brain,
the torso a twanging boomerang,
each blood vessel
a roller coaster car.

Marks of shovel and claw
turning green in gashed red plastic
oil gushing from abandoned media
in wadded-up leather cemeteries,
forks of dark grey steam
tapping a crowded lung.

High-backed chairs facing
rivulets of moss
on a cracked and spackled wall
antennae scraping a fluorescent dish
a steeple's ceiling,
the rope of a disintegrated bell.

High roads and salted crystal highways
roped-off doors glinting painted rubber handles,
prints on land and prints on steam
stickers and silk screens
of dissolving mountains,
a dim couch in a hot-lit hall
the massaged vapors
still creeping over a futuristic desk
in some locked attic,
wood skull's interior
poked by the motion of stars
and the reproduced music.

A luminescent figure
topped with tits
steam robes fluttering
over the graveyard
long rooted fangs
in the gelatin of spinning earth
partitioned lands' split melon shells
barbed wire's painted fingers
lakeside pool's stacked pyramid of pines
network of airport railways
glinting light through
the rust overhead.

There's a turner's falls
for every square inch
of this earth.
A web of blood that joins
the outskirt thicket's
reaching hands.
The holy transfer of eyes
to a peak of ice,
a ridge of blades,
a blank flag.
Landscape flapping
on a punctured screen
sliding concrete walls.
Graffiti hearts landing
on a sodden doorstep.
Glass cages bunched together
on the beaten ground.
A suitcase of scarves and cars
unmercifully kicked open.

Sky repaired by roving drones
shy minerals and accidents
a path carved through the arm of earth
punching a quartz wall
outlines of an elegant past
on the printed rock
sending out tendrils and feelers
from the stirred heart of mercury
twilight dripping with fangs in a tilted mirror
shocked eyes of the refrigerated body
lid's gaze of the staring scalpel
the written gold of jawbone
re-scripted on a turning wheel.

Rows of bushes roped together
on a hillside's back
adding muscle to skeleton
for astral nudes
curves and light bulbs
breaking soapy chains
the barbed convergence
of competing darknesses
teeth rattling on the dock
like a necklace
webs in crater mouths
a gum-chewing crevasse
pushing thicket branches
white building's yellow edge
and purple steeple
red crucifix of eyes
a crane's neck stabbing a rock wall
shovel scoop drowned
at the mountain's feet
the whiskers of machinery
dragging a limp mirror
clenched rolling pin
and immovable brass bench
scene oiled by burnt skin cells
the camera's body of thatched grass.

The stage slithers to my feet.
Everybody wants their god
to touch me first.
Hot globes of flesh dripping
with smashed brains.
Trays of bright alfalfa
slipping through a cracked door.

Strung-up legs in the eye
of a planted camera.
Vine-spun air winding
around a coffee table,
catching light in skulls.

Walls chalk foundations
with sliding autopilot
zagging the brief skin's
latchkey octopus of fingers
searching attic ribs.

A huge skeleton under the forest
dancing heat to the veins of moss
on a screen of rock.

Bones ragged with maps
crossing the divided air.
Paths in valleys of hardened sap
shimmering far and raw
on the distant earth.

Aisles between crates
multiplying in the scaffold's ribs.
Brightness parting the metal sheaves
that guard the ceiling's birth.
Slick wood littered with mouths
snaking trunks and knotholes.

Mass rising with a chain of caves
and a man's head in golden ware.

Honey on tar curves
a cracked lens in the peaks of the hills
swamp to the roots of wooden walls
crinkled hair on quartz
shining a black elbow;
triangle chunks of soil
bleeding tusk light.

The lid on things worn and discarded
wearing thin beneath the planetary tide.
Forked rivers cold slashing the sand blankets
towering leafy limbs and rock waste
cones and vegetable twine
vinegar eyes watching through
the creased and wrinkled floorboards.

The mind is a bridge on fire.
Bumpers are in the clouds,
decorating rocks, on the salad.
Pepper speckled with water
broadcasting voices and eyelids.
Thimbles of edible paint on the
lashing tongue, leaking into the body.
Bones touching scarred wood
on an altar of strings and gashes,
a curling frame that piles hair
to break metal.

Sliding knife tables
the puppetry of living layers
open on the cutting board.

Teeth nipping at the tendon
of the great arch
that unites the double-sided heavens.

Worm on the bread of dusk
to touch the singing lights.

In the hurricane's whirlpool
of trees and manufactured things,
an eye is linking bodies
in the sight of unknown worlds.

Highways drifting like plasma lockets
in the surf of competing skies.
Grains of sand that vomit condominiums.
Hoops of starlight making a lasso
for my bones.

Tape dragging the reel
over a long hill.
Boulders bursting
on the bulb of atmosphere,

the paint of dust with blood
rings of the old orbit resurrecting
tender wires through a maze of
phallic antiques.

Out on a glued limb leaking glass
frame corners cracked in two tear ducts
satin sashes vacated on floating sofas
heel stamp half flattened tubes
on the wide tin pipes
that grow to the underside of roads
iron spoken to red paint faces
reflecting in the spines and shadows
the carve of blood through creaking wharves
the run of a projecting surface
shaping vision to follicle fresh from blade
the snubbed orgasm
trickling waves of bark
to bend the leafy veins.

Dyed by the moving hills
trail hen pecked by tiny meteors
coat hangers falling on tinted snow
and the cardboard boxes of meaning
touched by the dark lands.

High folders radiant with marks
in the disintegrating kingdom.
Hands folded in parenthesis
on an ember that sticks.

Split walkways flowing
over a fallen sun,
lamp posts bent toward
encircling mountain ranges.

Shale banks leaking torpedoed jeans,
sandy fingers packing the air
with specks of reflective glass.
The naked stowaway of earth
benched body guzzling foam
in a hosiery of smoke and eyelashes.

The curve of a granite arse
nicking pages of linoleum.

Blade's necklace of diamonds
clicking jaws on the face
of a refrigerator door.

A trash bucket singing to heights
as it bumps the slate canal.

A cage of hair
pulling a whirlwind of bones
paint cold on the tools and the tar
suffering lunar rain
sap-stuck attic handles
lighting up grey dust
hooks in frozen rivers
from tightening chains
file folders wet with printed blood
that the orbits do not cool
a cycle of shrinking screws
at the bottom of a plastic cup.

Wheels on a shingled roof
follow surging wings
weight takes off
over the milk-sprayed forest hills.
Spiralling throat-sewn injected water
leaking shadow homes
blocks and buttons stamping
independent bodies with rusted blades.

When the fire of autumn fused with my bones
roads floated like balloon snakes
airport lakes pushed bubbles of soap
to the kitchen counter shore
where circuits move through earth
on bent lines.

Hillside fires and sliding horizons
the shutting of crucifix doors.
benches' fingerprinted cups
twitching a crooked filter.

Waterfalls on stone
at the root's edge
spouting ferns
and trailing ravished vines.

Half shadow half man
in the terror of a shaven mirror
ducking under elongated swerving pipes
in a sanctuary of water and metal
light through low windows
ringed cages and the crack of prancing bones
steps outlined on a flinch of milk
crying molecular beams to a church of branches
where some swimming hand
stacked the wrinkles of a put-out cigarette
plates in gilded coils and flat embroidery
ceiling aflame with hair and roving nostrils
eyes heavenward piercing plaster
guy's outline on a curl of snake
where the puddle caves in
and the paved floor glistens.

Pouches of daylight
on the slithering fence top
cones of shovel blades
spilling dirt blood's crushed seeds
through a net of fallen flagpoles
straps of fake fur
in the creases of an ancient brow
rock shoulders pinpricked with beads of oil
crane hands mashing wood colored putty
eyelashes chomping abdominal wound
to catch a rain of boulders.

A canopy of porticos
for the open-mouthed house
embedded in the thick hillside
light bulbs muffled in pine
where the waterfall's footrest breaks
and shoots cracks through the guardrail
of a palpitated road
a doorframe in the railway
pepper edging these pillars of salt.

Chrome knobs twitching on a fortress wall
of wigs that rode a mannequin's stare
limbs melting in a stadium teacup
these ascending reefs.

Embroidery of steel shielded glass
letting light touch a sheaf of paper
trapdoors open animal lids
in the cemetery ceiling
arms trailing shoes under moss
the sparks from a dyed bronze letter.

A statue sewn to a parachute
and the tug of war in the hollow wind.
Ripped cushions that pin whirling quills
to a shaft in the crust of earth.

Chipped lips coating a flying tether
at the end of a fog-lit dream
and the cream in blackness.

Cotton skin on wooden bones
runs across the ice bridge
skanking and flaming
among the running and dripping flags
over eyes of stone
a curb of impacted soil.

Marking bird houses
with charcoal fingernails
kneepads over each breast
the stem of a brush
jabbing at the bulb's womb
fist in a long vase
fireworks from the linkage of the wrist
pouring through the milky way.

Labyrinths of shot-out tar
slate's mica of fake windows
glinting from wall to wall.

Watching the island's moat fill up
around the town square
chiseled granite prodding a clay bulb
tires on string circling a sand box
cream skies wagging a faint gate
to the backwards body
hopping from hill to hill
pine sticks tickling a court side slab
the thorns of a flying vine
that maps the heavens
and chains to hold a rubber seat
as it swings the guts and laughing guise
of a younger world.

Still the scorned sidekick of death
hunkering packs down concrete paths
crooked heels on cracked branches
the tidal rock in a pile of solar rays
ice dribbling fractured ax handles
synthetics flying with a delicate heap
of cooperating metals
fires ticking that have informed cave walls
the shed skin on a chain of rocks
sinking dust to a zone of magma.

Paper sticks holding up a leafy body
fan blades pulsing from a far wall
red foam of bricks in tinsel
coat hanger hooks gesturing
like curled fingers
to a lonely room.

The quills of a creator's fingers
suffering in darkness
escaping heat of long-limbed machines
tapping empty pipes into soil
crushing clay formations
into the vein-led earth,
the prowl of the ocean.

Shades on the light that will not fade
through the cool millions.
Thrower of womb-fond lightning
dressed as his own dancing daughter
in the cemetery of square things
with his equator of oval mouths
singing to tar and feathers.

Strings ripping soil bridges
an orange light from the brown ground
coffee spouts in palpitating rubber concrete
a bronze star fishing through
a shattered walk.

Stairways zig-zagging
on the jolts of a crater's elbow
pine sap from the ruffled ribs
a penetrating chair
that spins in fragrant oil.

A glass sheen on brick walled boxes
and breaking fluorescent cylinders
capped eyes shooting quill teeth
through the roar
of an ancient tunnel.

Rattling wire trails
that enwrap a lunar meteor
a lake of dust from empty bellies
of the folded dead.

A path on the globe's incisor
carving heavens to grass
a perch of stone
on the hurtling mountain
leaving streamers of skin
and bone and blood
a gap between the places
where souls enter
and where they take flight
to dark matter
the super sphere nibbled
by flying particles
dwarfing the hot earth
with indifferent magnitude
cluster on transparent cluster
in ascending chains
to the heart's core
of coalescing gravities
in shifting orbits
a shaft of broken tree length
pointing to the collapsed diamond
in the ribs of a fallen boar
and the substance for eating
and the outer shells colliding
with nothingness into form
with space full
and jungles of plenitude
foaming into plastic
the ancient soul in heels
and headdress
of lactating rubber.

Light drags its feet
over the rippled rooftops
sheets of melted sand
painted iron poles
and rug fibers of
grease-stained stairs
an owl's mask on the face
of a naked man.

Lopped-off tops of pine trees
tangled in lightning-stuck wire
skeletons berserk for hot bulbs
yanking veils across a crescent moon.
A gash in the earth
that oozes paper grids
through a clearing of grey animal jelly.
Ax head landing on the target skull
prepared with wax
the forks of a thriving tree
driven up from a rotting belly
and its web of seeds.

Eggshell lanterns
the rust of long steel bones
a hilltop's bleeding paint can pyramid
cracking toothy lids.

Dealt into the woods
tired eyes on wings
crawling ripples of bark
crashing trunks
and twanging branches
the fluttering of names
rubber rings of banging doors
the curve of an observatory window
ten fingers on the latch
blood under glass hands
the replication
in the loop of the needle
a stone-wheeled bicycle
rolling home alone.

The parade in the door frame
snarling mouths and vacuum hoses
stuck doors on cloth
waiting for the oil,
cherries unmoored from life
glimmering to the hilt
a shore drawn and shaded
with lines of visitation
that flicker from
a swamp of ink.

Let the fingered head
lie in its heap of blossoms
discovering five legged tigers,
a plow horse leaning on
the glacier's wall of salt
left for remembrance.

Let the shelter of doves
touch its veins for sweet submersion
in this ceremony to take
out the trash.

Blunted girders stretching hot glass
over a canopy of earth-fangs and clenched hands
benches built on iron heels
godlike form curled up on slats
broken by warped measurement.

Eyes drinking the expanse of assaulted space
foam tongues gathering
like starfish in an open hand.
Piano hammers tapping a stern jaw
to rubbery hysteria.
A cobra's mouth dripping oil and milk
into a cup of blood.

Feathers in mercury that core
a spinning apple
the reading of prismatic corners
by a skidding beam of light.

A platform of ice
deformed by sunlight.
Spindly crucifix body
spine glued to an icicle.
A screaming long-toothed mouth
buffeting concrete.

Steamroller's glass cylinder
portraying cut hands.
Thin white walls flaking
on the continent.
A tunnel that meets
the underside of a drum.
Winking fiber optic lava
in the halls of earth.

Sanctuaries of cornstalk walls
naked in grey pits of water
rain cracking the high leaves
in the quaking outskirts.

Severed tendons
that gush like reproduction
against a bulletproof sky.

Spires of domes
from breaking seeds
with tongues of reflecting knives,
channels carved in bulbous hinges,
a circle of high-backed chairs
clawed feet sinking
in soot-streaked clay.

Ball-shaped bricks
in the action of cellular mud,
threads of gum
following thick-veined eyes,
a cushion of compacted grass
biffed open by a rain
of skulls.

A solitary toilet by the river's
hammering roar, a frozen tent
of printed paper resting
on electric twigs.

Boughs of ant limbs
gelled together with spiked fingernails
hives of knotted silk
dragging a glass panel
to a purple wash cord
wooden cushions for painted people
knobs and pinholes on a high wall
log cabins rolling in water
the laughing symmetry of sky bones
crashing the barrier's heart
stalks bending boxes aloft
concrete blocks trailing blossoms
pushing thorns and needles
to the steaming hay
fevers in antenna
old stereo holes dilating on mud
the legs of loving chairs
for the bent god
pressing copper and lint control buttons
gathered sighs and whimpers
through a pink hoop of screams
the recorded hereafter.

A web of clouds
with clinging bones
a sidewalk cut away from Earth
on a pyramid of soil.

Trails of brown fur
speckled with miniature red leaves
shot-out eyes in the evening.
Trunks unfolding bark
that clenches walnut teeth
berries popping on a collarbone
the scissor's mindscape
of armpit portals.

Windows cracked by a flying
horizontal door
a sail torn off in
creaking hinges.
Pools of aging money
sinking to a concrete court
a jump rope's bags of blood
to blur the ever turning mouth
tongue's hearth and couch
cut lips rolling mint in lavender.

A path of thrown-out roses
rotting into scum green footprints
slim nakedness slapping painted metal.

Perms of frosted glass
winking in a window of tar.
Fire hydrants chugging
under the cemetery arch
on gloved hands.

Squares lighting up
through the fissures
of a punctured heel.
Tiger's flank calling
to bamboo string pick
beneath the spray of nails.
Bedpost's core among
the snaking branches
each cat of nine tails
trailing bulbs and curtains.

A visor at a cave's lip
meeting the brow's one horn
this galloping prism
swinging melodious irons
dripping a stack of cards.

They burn me down to a cold eye
lingering in the ground.
Trees come up on pulleys and wires
bushes painting roots
infertile mountains of thought.

Pregnancies of thorn earth
crumbling heaps of sound.
Peak lips on the points
of tapering leaves.

The bars of the cage
turned to bananas.
Sodden cries from the corner basement
pushing nets of lamb's heart
scales of a curving cliff
swinging chains of caked feathers.

Chopped rocks on the roof

beads of lopsided rain

oozing from cracked threads

beneath the diamond pattern.

A steamed eye

burning through its casing,

mane of clumped trousers

powdering the glass wind.

Limbs of trapped water still beating

in the curves of eruption.

Seeds following the hollow frame

of a metallic button

nailing the fringes of flying walls

to ancient brick.

Sand storms under the thudding cavern

of a plastic dome.

Light tugging ropes of rubber

over the tangled veins onscreen.

Palm-prints in butter

a mop's head on the moon reflection

marble yard's wedge

of linoleum cheese.

A trail of peaks for flying feet
trunk rippled by the stripped air
ice trail to ice trail
skidding cliff side edges
spikes in the earth and a smoking hand
wood frames on the zone's glass eye
carved by metallic fingernails
dropping whacked-off pulleys
to a bed of stones.

Slashed rubber gasping
in the tight flanks of trees
strings dangling from bent teeth
clay bodies' landscape of amps
pouring concrete canals
walls of water with
swimming snakes of paint
rushing newspaper shores
crushing ecstatic stalks
diagonal branches
slithering grey air
cracking blue eggs
against punctured nests
a mouth at the tip of a tongue
with a tongue of its own
dabbing from the eyes
spray painted in napalm
rolling red carpets
to the shattered moon
sleds of carved-out salt
riding velvet lightning
through the rings of gas giants
to an ocean heart
cloth tapestry of jaw bone hinges unfurled
star's path in a web of steam
piercing compost heaps.

Slamming ten ton dice
into the brain pan
parted lips of the cooing skull,
highways flowing on the headboard
where the bed burns
like a wrapped chunk of leaves,
spitting sleeves and rotten underthings.

A falling line stitched into the hills,
sending pedestrians with burnt beaks
soaked to the spine in petroleum.

Spring follicles that pitchfork
sound and space
with a fever of running water.

Rugs lapping brick walls
from the power of laundry cords
stretched between towers
that make the land ache
a vast forehead spewing cabinets
whose doors pour out the painted china
designed with a sacred smirk.

Paved paper from the lava pump
running engines over letters.

I am one of those whom God hates.
I sank balls.  Ate fire.
Placed guitars in a bad place.
And shoved splinters of ice
into the nostrils of the sultry.
I put a two hundred pound
laundry lady in my head.

The hills rolled like lakes of gas.
Broken treetops cracked the fenders
of the automated body.
Paint settled into albino hyena eyes.
And I was born in an anal conception
flinging roses to the flagellant core.

Stabbed into the fat cushions
with a scepter of ink.
Fucked by a destiny that speaks
my angles into namelessness,
I weep the horrible name.

Scribbling on the wall
that cuts you in,
making you their prisoner.
Defying their defiance to
stick to your ribs.
Hoping the wildflowers
will come up through
the eye holes of a fresh skull.
Giving them the scum bath
they've come to expect.
Always the clever little motherfucker
who got there before you
and now lives in your teeth.
Always the evil love
that thrills before it sickens.
And the breath of reality
burning through the sockets of your bones
and the shuttles of your organs
not caring for you one bit
and being very clear about that
for you: the one who
never listens, so beautifully.

Curve of the cave wall's arm
flaking bodies
that each take blood from rock
the hard hat soup
of rock and rolled brains
a chisel in a beam of light
driving wax from bone
as the coat racks rustle
hard benches in the dancing heels
lamp shades on the scum wreck
spiderweb of decks with lint beds
shale marker on the wall
punched with cotton rope
a pendulum of names
is the strap of the mask
landing on a laundry pile
thick with the spit of whiskey
and the chains dazzling
on the levels of the spirit
they have draped
the knife in the foot this far
to birth-grip the handle.

Frayed clouds
sky of fragments
veering into the root's brook
fierce angles of water
that pierce the brain,
chair's legs bothering the back shoulders
of a long broad woman,
the shore turning, a lighthouse
tossing her hair.

Grids of paper and ink
that fade on her searching face.
A harmony of moss and frail corners
caving in under the petroleum illumination
hands on tables bottles and blades
the screens rustling the glass
sawing its way down
through the wood foundation
the feet of stools
and high foreheads of piano.

Pine top trees I grapple with
surrounded by a bank of oaks
in high wind
the eyes that the cold would allow
smitten through a rainbow of gloves.

Shelves of tormented wire
pushing glass tobacco
the chins of brass dragons
and garbage tits.

Searing cords and frames of paint
the broken bridges that talk to my slanting body
scarred nose of a gnome in dust
growing lanky with
the bloody hinges of genius.

Lakes on fire through the frozen goldenrod.
Sparked eminences leering through the birches.
A doughnut of punctured land
crying needles to the dark hearted sun.
Lips of burnt soil pushing fresh lilacs.
An eye in the earth that does not record but devour.
Curves in oil that bring forth the child.
Poolside razors clenched in teeth of sentient palms.
Rings of mercury descending the tongue of knives
in a transparent girl.

Knuckles tapping on lightyear-long girders
highways crumbling into tooth-strewn ditches
the lamb on an island of tar nuzzling absorbent foil.
Mouths in an otherwise vacant mirror
cleaning steam with gags.
Grey-haired teens feeding the elderly with fire.

Dining room skidding and rolling across an ancient floor
in a marble of fossilized scat.
Tea fingers tapping the hemlock into a swimming spoon.
Thatch work of indecencies that disembowels the moon
and heats the bright commerce.
An ax head held in the jaw
the cock of a crucified man
emerging into rapture.

I was born to sow pain into this earth.
To touch the long tables for feasting
and make them shine with poison.
Moving floors on chains
and the spit clay basin.
Forks and shovels dangling
from a sheet of vines
in the hellish air
around my head.
Circuits of white fire
scraping down the evil backdrop.

I know I am wanted:
so many yield to this kind of hurt.
Fit for yuks, a blond yanker
open and empty headed as a goblet
plunging over the hillside's cliff of wet lips
cursing the stragglers' inward faces
for staying alive, their meekness toxic.

Mouth a smashed berry
eyes hacked eggs
thick steps lost
to the gash of the taint below.
Yarn on pipes
trickling the rust of a gravestone.

Flowing branches latch onto the sun's cage
a door in the tree house's forehead
pops with a squirrel's bush tail
and berries on the smashed edges.

Clouds tugged over the mountains
by a mill of nails.
Rails in a sinew of arms
the trail keeps reaching and clawing
bright specks in the little dirt.

Brown light on my red skin
overlooking town from a forest bank
oozing letters and fractured numbers
coming to my knees on a split stump
ribs blessing blood
head straight on a crooked tooth
cave's heart that dangles an iceberg
the skull of a lonely man
flowering beads, stem's water
the length of fiber optic eyes
a fireplace of guts
giving the wolf aroma.

Daylight rafts and moon-sunk canoes
paths that skirt the fenced-in houses
ice around our places to be walked on high
where the sand hills are gone
heaps of crooked rock
machine shoveled stacks of water landing
a rioting fan of eyes
the plume strutting in a field of daggers
raging, open follicles that dilate and blemish
shorelines mapped in plastic lines
molecules of the pale man's world
coming flag to mailbox
with a skillet of sinister ham
toning the arm of reproduction
in a hive of mirrors
dripping oil of lips
face coming out of the roof
like a surface buoy.

The dome of a frozen pond
breaking the roots of the woods
cold lips resting against the sky
tar diving under firecrackers
wood heels on a treadmill of glass
island's rift of steam
dripping wreaths of branches
over the luminous nudity
hoods of wheat-colored plastic
lids of cooked tapioca
rolling back on icy pulleys
a cornfield flattened
by a fleet of rubber rafts.

My friend of moss and twigs
wades in the river with belly-deep eyes
his famous sweater is wet
frames around his glassy fingers
shining eyes to the tilted sun
and the obtuse moon
elbows calloused to crack
the curving windows
making his tobacco signature
from a dog's cushion
globes of piss in strings of rat fur
a mattress angled like a rocket ship
on the beads of a shingled roof
breaking the leaf and the sacred bubbles
spraying the doorways
with exterminating glint
nine ceilings underfoot
in one well-fed bedroom
grinning beard beneath a ballcap
ready to read and speak to the neon tables
wooden visitors from the sidewalk
and a shark's jaw shape of lips
in place of teeth
divulging rinds of smoke
the bones of dry rivers
catapulting water.

Cream curve of a melted street
bubbling up the gradual hill
trees popping like roman candles
until the open web is an inlet against the sky
pouring the praise of hands
out to bloodlessness
the grainy sill of a ship's window
the shards of little bodies
stabbing at feet on a treadmill
forks of A-frame houses upside down
shingles bleeding sand.

The cursive of a long knife
on the back of an empty shelf.

Transparent beast of burden
gripping the chain link wall
stacks of ink at your rib sides
plates turning and gleaming
the card table and electric set
wheels inside the punched holes of the speakers
porch sidecars and fingers of cut squash
familiar ladies and strange flashes of mercury
the bar with its light bashed wood
its gambles that come apart in the air
and its sinking vertebrae
brushing hair and lips aside the volcanic heart
fine animal or decaying substance
hatching another mind scheme
in the available mirror
watching the notation on scrambled rock
scatter straws to the expected dawn.

Rain on a maze of tubes
each square morsel reflecting
a carbon window, an ant's
pelvic bargain,
the thorax divided
in playing segments,
bones on the roof
in web forms tickling girders,
pipes on long beams
trickling their heresies into motion
the interlocking daylight,
water's ribbon on sheets of bronze
the embroidered carcass
an anchor chiseling depths
the tar's surface brimming with omega
salt vein cooking
the magnitude of the heat within
churning vegetable reptile
disguising guts
bringing a rat's tail to the table
with their antique storm
a vine spent in the lost hen's hay.

Mucus rolls in my head
like a silver lake
overflowing to the sea
brains fall into the bright
petroleum of a trash can.

Lamps riding the ridge of the brow
beaten by a current that pours out
in a glory of hair.

Sprawl of cracked hinges
and barking fish
stars clawing at the helmet's curve
the tongue of a continent
trailing off into water
submerged by the print
of a captured hand.

Saw blade of teeth
the birthday candles
of a reaching skull.

The melting of a prisoner
whose blood runs into all the cracks
a sky map pulling keys and twine
from a grundle of palm trees
drifting raft
of the paper's scream.

Rivers in my hands
still flowing I am somewhat grateful
to the oblivion of things,
clouds atop goldenrod
puking puffs of white light
prow's knife in the soil of summer
an erected madman
slapping his face with sandals
on the steaming shore.

Nuts and bolts holding
red painted bodies
long hallways through
pulse of trees drinking
all the names of the sun
a yellow leaf on each eye
a seedpod's violet taper
touching buttons on the raw
embankment.

Nullscape to scrolls of creed
rolling down the hood of a parked car
armor's pentagram of pink clouds
straddling the crooked letter.

Paint lines on the spines
of a heaving earth,
an arrowhead shape of cracked tar
around a sky-fought fallen body.

Bright foliage of branches
wagging over the torn void.

Disorder of roads disguised by a grid
blood oozing from rocks and soil
granules tapped by tiny saws
filling up wood with computers
each cell in a cool blue light
wires creeping lungs
shadows tortured by the reaching hand
tanks near pissed on leaves
clicking rust teeth
to the sprayed-on sky
limb spidering out from the stabbed heart
roots foaming in the deep woods
mud shingles on fading eyes
all the puddles gathered together
at the frozen cornerstone
speaking of dust and retold actions
the movements of dead men
on a strand of hair.

Above in the salted courtyard
or down by the anchor
where anger pleases me,
docks go out to the clouds
in a soft flowing memory,
some walkway of what
I can never understand,
and I am gone
walking
without the feet
I never got to know.

Seats in an orange leather octagon
around me, one wide window
stars hitting like moths
a different sky.

Fired through the dark material
shoulders brushed by a fiery antler,
face beaming on the surface of the sun
a link that comes to greet my tail
a field of stones purring and chalking.

Birds on a steaming board
skiers and airplanes
riding the current
of a single grain;
rumpled towers
spouting painted oil
in puddles of grass boats
each oar and porthole
a severed tongue
specks of sand
on gelatin moving,
starfish springing
from the pores
of a merman's shaven face.

Limitless broadcasts
of rice on copper
the cry of a dumpster song
from these chimneys of clay.

Cracked plaster faces
sliding into the silent pine canyon
lugging the smooth bodies
of half-digested rocks
nets of gold cloth and alien signals
chipping at the sound of water
strapped shoulders, minds emptied of all heat
striding into lava
high boots and whalebone masks
plastic adding buttock to buttocks
lined eyes screaming animal possession
the hilarity of tin leaves
knifing the background
curling up on roots
flicking an ancient tongue
slapping against a pale sky
beams and radiator heat
the lightning bolt
in a cuboid helmet
talking backward to himself.

A slab of landscape
reflecting on her chest,
the olive skinned girl
moving among silver cups
tilts my nostrils
with the fingers of her eyes
pulls the blanket from my mind
and lowers me into a bucket
separate from the sea
steaming.

Souls flung forth in little graphic packages
stacked against walls with bright spines
talking pipes and bronze titles
raining down from an empty place
above a beautiful skull.

Rivulets of melted paint
in the palm of a dancer's hand.
Stab wounds leading to the river.
Bricks in a cab of photosynthetic light
rolling down a San Francisco hill.
Park benches for bones and eyes.
Birds tracing our wheat gestures.

Many songs on the same wire
a spear and an egg
in an empty room.

Transparent sheets
on the flame of nudity
a war of resemblances
stirring the deep milk
of real existence,
water distilled into stone
bodies speaking for decades
toast and faces in counter tops
slippery dawn on shadowed glass,
a gnat-cloud of arrowheads
laughing at the mirror.

May the dandy find his cemetery nice and neat.
May the flies not fall.
May her forehead continue to shine
like a bell in the kitchen.
May the strength of the oppressed
alarm the wicked.

Stacked winters on sand and grass
ice in glass sheaths calling to a crooked wire
ceilings and walls in the palm of one hand
murky blades catching long strands
and ceasing to move.

Take your time with me, tigress.
Spin the other men around you
in their rags of discontent.
Let us leave these fools behind
and go out together
to the greed of the sunlit tar
and the replaced lives.

Take me into your web of honey
like a rod on the embankments.
Slip into my furry longing
like an eel in mink.

Tar lit up by vagrant bulbs
torn pavement nipping at the feet of dogs
ripples in the lunar scalp
keys touching the water's pit
the running ground on a furry treadmill
zoom in frame of face exploding the lovely wall
curving bridge supports of fertile concrete
every button in the body's ship interior
tapped and blinking road.

There is a spark of being
that somehow leaps the frame.
That vegetable moment,
hovering on the bridge.

Where the sun eats up nothing,
paths quiet and curbed by wet.
Woods flickering with
the life that's in them,
ferns tracking the sides
of a rock fence.

Thuds in the envelope of sky
bringing fire closer
to the welts of purple darkness.

Time on a belt
chopped up by square hands.

There's a camera in your mouth
canal's cold leaves
branches on tin that cross stain-lit teeth
laundry pots of puppies' eyes
stirred in satin rings
stuck to the embankment's sides.

Grasses mounting metal hills
flowing over sewer throats
years of manufactured intelligence
painted stairways and coffee mug skulls.

Doorways blazing from a cleft
in the explained air.
Insignificant numbers like hot cheese
melting close to the earth.
Shuttered voices reading
the wishes of silence
a machine's vacant sneeze.

A trench in the mouth,
a big singing knife,
ten pillows for the body
twenty pillows for the mind,
a route through consciousness
that leaves trails of tape
sticking script in small burrows
tainted walls of pressed dirt
shades on the painted window
sea in the horseshoe curve
u shape of rock
the tongue of the eyes staring
with a steady flame,
stones descending veins of hands and feet
more flattened earth on the doorstep
streams of grass
on ditch sides in the afternoon
cracked seeds tucked into a granite lip
that tugs the mountain's base over a pool
one bubbling tooth
a sneer filled with plastic bullets
and a pelt of steel.

The dock's landscape of uneven boards
glinting with rain and clapping sea surface
long worms on the jutting end piece
piercing steam
generating tunnels in the soft curves of the body
flickering morphic waves
on the android's slender beach
the last human form
naked holding a fish pole
letting the sun soak his hide
with an imagined hatred
and loving it.

The cancer flames up in my head
I am a singing bush in the rain
on a wide and mossy trunk
speaking and singing alone to the big void
lines of teeth on stone lips multiplying outward
sending up fiber optic lines
the office ceiling of deep caves
torn menus glue rolled to curving walls
bluebells springing from the close corners
short shelves stacking space
into the agony of my ribs
gills in the searching arm that claws
after me all my life
lowering closed
legs finger an opening.

A friend of beaten wood
barefooted on frozen sand
watching huts and brick barriers
light up the universal pillowcase;
parallelogram of melting film
skidding on the horizon
scum gloves and handles soaped
in the chain of their electric smoke
eyebrows tied together with paper tassels
bulbs glowing from a milk bucket
broken bones tied together
with microscopic speech
soft arc of yielding avatars
giving way to sparks.

I encamp in the tear ducts of the beast
snorting fumes from an acre-wide mouth
that chomps the radiant tree tops
spitting twigs on the vast
hand print of the earth's shape
the vital pulp and stringy nectar.

Plateaus of steamrolled salt lick floors
glistening wooden slabs on ice crates
eyes in a linkage of girders.

Airplanes circling in fog
earth's roboticized surface.

Red walls slide
upwards out of the earth
splitting fanatic dancers
tides on the raw grass
reflecting falling parts
to the cold eyes in the trees
and the claws on high stone
a waterfall of hawks
breaking on the multitude
the fire of their tearing beaks
streaking stained air with fresh poison
flowing follicles of soil's heat
eating empty bones.

Complexity stamped into floors,
a dream of well made things,
a dream of female offices
laid out under bug-torched lights,
canvas walls tacking to the heat,
rugs washed in cold bleach
and the beards of sliding corpses,
fishhooks in the eyelids
of gazing fish men
sterile miles paid under
in plastic wrap
lamps and gashed pipes
at the scene of the body's
last disappearance
soul rising in tabletop reflections
trout's face peppered with salt fig
anonymously deep.

Vagrant sounds flow
over the whole earth.
Paths yield worms
and encircle the towers.
Seats on a stack of straw paddles
fountain's faces of leather.
Old friends in their afterlives
pawing through stacks of records.
Names and personalities
piling up on the ceiling
train's nose in the cabin window
puffing steam's rag of speech
shelves of iron and silver
hilltops and lower mountain ledges
all a rented field of dancing girls
branches dripping with stuck fog
deep in the lane of a twitching video
smirking through cracked ice
backfiring over the steamrolled land
hands on the antenna's many wheels.

Specks of space
and half lit back rooms
popping rings from velvet turf
and fog peeled sky
past the linked chains
the engine sitting still
under a skeleton
I switch the growth light on
under a veiled lip of cliff
the city is a glass model
with a passing flame
dancing hyenas on beloved brick
making the sea waves sit down
and the bobbing furniture
listen.

FURTHER

From the tin foil and blue
cut up cape in the trash can
to a man walking miles of empty parking lots
in his dreams while his body flies on a couch,
forest walls glowing
on a lake the sky pounded,
spurring eyes and bird patterns
I spar with the goddess
strapped to the stairway
where the houseplants hang their heads
and moss inhabits strange
canvas-painted corners.

Broken entries leaking radioactive alphabets into the roots.
Jars of human form turned into leafy puzzles.
New palaces of brick with vacant insides.
Painted alleyways that eat sliding doors.
Strips of paved land
fracturing and fading into rock.
Hairs of a beastly earth
cutting space like a tomahawk.
The handles of transport vehicles
clicking like rodent bones
in a bag of rice.
Headless crucifixes with wire and honking cylinders
eating up the spirits of the air.
A solitary wheel that crunches its own eyes.

Up in the attic with my dead brothers and fallen saints
fingertips and media freezing
idols of carved lime bleeding neon threads
paths of clay slipping through rivers of petroleum
android ropes coating metal with ancient dust
as they move through libraries of shining coal
pulling planet lava

cracked smiles on granite discs
limbs glued to settled milk
on the desktops of erupted shadows
trains on shelves in a smashed museum
columns of stained salt
shedding webs of adhesive

electrical outlets in wrists,
the cervix, a brittle stalk of neck
stabbing at miles of ceiling with headless energy
a vacant spine tagged with breaking numbers
rows of bright lights buried in tar and slime.

Shelves of high parchments
dripping on the continent's peak
giving sparks to rock moss
water's rivulets to lava
and reflections in deep dirt;
wings and torn substance of bird
or electronics
glistening from armored
and unmoving clouds
the curved airplane doors
popping from half a skull
profile of a shaken city
shrinking the veins of the eye
in film's opacity
the corners of battered letters
leaking into blood.

Roads on a rope of land
link miles of wax
straw hinges
in an auditorium of barking dogs
clay mouths moaning discontinued names
from a blank wall

carts rolling molten heat
til they stick in place
long glass halls with their files of bugs and birds
cut out structures pouring garden pools
through swallowing swamps
edge walkers eating painted fingernails and lax hair
cracking wrists and necks in the forked branches.

Long rubber roads I fly over
in my peacock body
high and unseen
through the ripping doors
of simulation.

Cones on a leaning barricade
veins dangling from its thorny edges
gliding sky to sky
vessel to vessel
without heat or cold.

Rooms abandoned to torsos and dancing hips
electricity coiling into bundles
glowing magnets of skull and feet
that dissipate before dawn.

Tubs in a field of flattened vines
cracked paint sending vertebrae to the stars.

Streamlining my pharaoh's coffin
lid leaning against the pillars
near the treasure's exit
webs between fingers and legs
laughed off like the sun
descending through heaps
and tangles of branches
to land on silver and gold

tomb's a link in a slithering chain
tightening the globe's waist
til the earth's tits pop out
a geography of milk and submerged lava
maps in the veins of the eyes
lighting little cabin fires
the hearth of the hills
and the roof of the tomb
headdress and inseparable hands
climbing planet to planet
through the staring peak
a grave's necklace and
screen, the granite weeping.

My exploded friend
a flock of glitter over the hillside
salt basins on corroded car wheels
nudging acres of sap and wax woods
eyes and mouth lost through a shiny helmet;
water bugs jumping on his glasses
swimming in the lines of a suit he never wore
white as the white peel under an orange peel
sucking pink fingers of death and pondside cattails
stitching leather seats into the string forest
painting the curb with his brow
and heap of fresh letters.

Faint colossus leaking moons
the fiber optic life
of a plucked feather
spreading oily hairs
in hot dirt.

Staring orbs of water
puppeteered by a turning circle.
Valley of tin limbs
stirring like pepper and salt.
The noodling roads
and bashed-in girders
that coil up against
a bloody bumper.

Squares of clover
a pulse from the gutter's edge
of nipping foxes
and the gleam of a three-way rock.

An eye in the throat
torn to see its way out.
Cliffs dangling salt on strings.
The patio and propped piano's lid
in the palm of an open hand.
Fist of joy that grazes
the rooftops like a meteorite.

Black cape erupting into sunlight.
From the forests of straw
thorn's yield of broken pods
the vision of a body unclothed
surviving fire.

Theaters chewed
into trunks of trees,
the pale tan interior.
Seat after seat screwed open
like a smashed thumbnail,
the laser scalpel of unborn names
painting charcoal on a glass hinge.

Orange colliding with red cream,
rolling pins in leaves and white spackle,
pillows of soil on a silver scale,
the lightning crackle of trees on sky,
water thuds in the bucket
of the mouth resounding,
slate of written corpses
and torn-up words,
feather weighted banquets
of shadowed grapes
in the predawn grasping
a shredded blanket,
tin teeth on a glass lot,
farting into a concrete panel
the hoop of rusted rail
smashing player piano.

Milk dud eyes and mouth
smoking dust of attic photos
through a waxen prism
melting webs with a mind of tongues
staring cunt of the dialed wave
the bruised eyebone healing hands
that have struck her chord
whole shelves of her revenge
landing on the tassels of man.

High rooms stacked tall in the skin
tall rooms in sophisticated shackles
elevated bodies in grey lit rooms
screaming tubes of motion
from both sides of time
curdling concrete floors
and ripping radio signals
tapping a bulbous cup
the prickle of parasitic feet
drawing blood from filth.

Blankets of braided cheese
puffing rancid steam.
Sapiens made of oil
and stolen substance
washing fresh brains in bleach.
Medusas of icy butter
frothing android vaginas.
Nets of radiant thorns
that catch the yielding womb.

Woodblocks and cracked stalactites
in a scraped-out skull.
Groins wired to the slavemaster's estate
by the worship of ersatz gold.
Insect palette dripping screwdrivers
and fish-hooked pricks
a laundry chute spattered with quiet babies.
Speckled hammers in super rational hands
popping the dreamer's face
free of vision forever.

Huge rooms linked by a snakeskin
paths on the high rock walls
boot prints on red rugs
the cut neck of a china cat
pearls for seedy eyes
faucet drains in the pond side moats
walking lids of turf
chains in the key pocket hand
a vine-filled dumpster calling
air conditioners spilling sand
on the territorial wand
floor crushing into floor
with a wheel of petals
lengths of rod piled on a cinder
gears purring in a jelly of acid
yard's a stem through a rag
outdoor lamp with peel on a long plug
a clump of elbows and hammers
a stump with claws and coupon virtues
vandal's eyes pinning the angel
to a forest of wires.

Marshland lettuce round the howling sky's mouth
clutter of broken fences lifted up to make a ship
skipping stones from vacant hands
bottles at the cliff's edge of ice
puffing antique wooden snakes
legs of a lusting table
jumping waves and rubber rafts
landing in shitfaced yards
hard parks and gardens
mapping the cracked tailbone
eyes in a pudding of clouds
dripping veins from a breaking core
the birth of lungs in a glass tank
drinking rain from funnels.

Platforms on fog
actors and dancers
singing fucks under the chainsaw
lids on writhing laundry
shades on a dripping lamp
ink toiling through the veins of a bedraggled map
wedding figures in a glove compartment
cool light winking bucket bottoms
crumpled ends of lascivious blossoms
tugging a brick wall
lilac tongues on the driveway halls
garages parked side by side on high wheels
the dumb nucleus
hitting its stride to smash the human form.

Feather bank stroked by nets of eyes
bulbs of flavor popping for no tongue
on the slopes of the elder trees, rootward berries
streaking a force field of pawed-at air
from the other side of a ditch
whose mouth rides a rift in the earth
and is caught sleeping in the water.

Pockets of unfolded space
in the wet of the softening leaves
a railing of bones and gagging bodies
pieces of ultraviolet light
turning to gel on unadorned corners.

The velvet of rot
tossed sky high.

Boy doll laden with crusts and punctures
sitting on a mattress where he never sleeps
counting zeroes in board grain
watching light pool
on the reflecting eyes that don't see
in chain link and rose-strewn wallpaper
all around him
on windowsills that extend like highways
past the drawers and filed colors
little spring-loaded doors that pop like caps
ejecting mouths of pale meat and doorknob eyes
tape reels of mountain sunrises
shot through with burning sperm
microwave womb belching cardboard boxes
eyelashes blowing on a block of ice
sausage standing in a crime tuxedo
clamping gills of hair
lime on the lids of sight
dancing the crooked needle
cedar with trashcan limbs
taking all the poison streets to heart
and coughing them out with tinfoil ribbons
fucked frog in a renamed body
essence aiming for chaos
claw marks in the concave concrete
pouting with worms and maggots
and the faces of beautiful women
the moon in a sash of liquid shit
the ocean's rims crumbling like bones
every remaining form
reimagined as a dagger
the bisected seed
molesting its roots like a happy cancer.

So you became
an orbiter like the earth,
the silence in her wake
sterile and immortal.

The light rose every day
over the scanned
and evened-out landscape.
A punctured bottle
siphoned on a cool grid
steaming from somewhere.

Pushing a lumpen couch
a zone of pink curtained-off atmospheres,
the muscles of a cartoon figure.

Slice of the cave's top
gleaming with membrane of torn fingers.
Naked web of nerves laid open
to a snowstorm and a barn door.

A slab of hacked-off earth
turning to moist plastic
on the porch.

Tall fences rescinding paint
and growing higher.

Goatees belching over a bench
clutching halves of the same sandwich.
The one sky ripping towards the equator
in a ring of clouds.

Tap dancing on the puddles of electricity
cranium turning like an automated fan
pumping pendulous bubbles.

Thorn board dropping jackets and dead leaves
to the light-burst hallway's floor
the trail of a knocking hand
cut soil reborn in hives
sword quivering and female.

Cliffside mirrors
pond's eye of moon
the spider's sap over an old mouth
pink harvested mountains
gleaming with normal rain,
no cooked leaves
a palace of cemeteries
level stuck to level with paste of living cells
screaming coils in the bottomless rungs
of clay the ladder did not make up
quaking with sand fleas
man shaking clouds.

Long bridges inside my body
bricks cracking like rice
big chains of blood remaining
swimming the corridors of heat
under an ice-blasted crust
guarding the earth from sun
latex blocking nipples and dry mouths
magma cape on the back of the dead god
a fire poker's insignia
caps over the breaking eggs
surfaces burnished by steel wires
that erupt in grass and plastic pipes
a gridwork of broken elbows
and branches behind faucets that scratch walls
fork tongues that hide the eye of the needle
the singing fur