Guy who gets seizures
and has a blowtorch little dog
gnashed half his teeth off
in the bunk next to mine

eyes burnt out by too many movies
I move the hallway to the left
before shuffling it to the right
and an open door.

Stores of red houses
chimneys shaking down the dust
lines of tar through the brown leaves
green veined pads
and water drinking stems
hercules' labor
beard wired to the stereo that sent him
bronze figure of an aching torso
a thin cigarette
the swing set's shadow blade
and a sat on table.

Grains of vivid rock in hot slits
scrubbed circles on painted plains
the limp flowers of melting branches

wide grates with a thousand pointing tongues
the papered skin on panting cycles
a seared rubber baby, an aching automobile

the brain with numerous tails
skidding over platinum tables and tin wheels
bright madonna in a microwave door
winking tits and bracelets.

Omelets of folded skies and melted worlds
colliding transparent webs,
the sands of deserts flowing
down a shining blade,
walls with their magnet peepholes
organizing air,
skeletons of paste
carrying a fragrant stone,
a spaceship of torn rags
drinking gelatin mouths.

Rings of singing powder
rotating vacant teeth,
caves of radiant fungi
pierced anointed branches

a solar tongue
navigating the ransacked earth.

Glib demonic dolls
drinking shit from spoons
mirror sanctuaries
fractured by flesh heat
the lengthy glass cages
with their captured lightning.

Souls on a sinew of thorns
the wheel that will not let up.
Lungs belching coils of plastic steam
blank reverberating discs.

Chalk scrubbed trees
spastic motions in an orange breeze
calamitous domes of atomic power
sending vines of metal.

Oily clouds wrap around
the one diamond, in its only
soft shell.

Long highways following dimples down
to the same torn lake.

Voices in high strung wires,
the flood tide's perforated barrels.

Bedside tables with their quills of spilled light
the eyes in wood patterns.

Terraces decked with metallic curtains
the fast veins of suspended skies.

Mud light bathing yards
and disintegrating halos
the rubber farm folded
around electronic brains
a vat of hair locks in glass
written by a floating body
far-off hubs winking
with confetti rain
motorcycle's mirror sides.

Tarp of torn out eyes
pouring a tar pathway
the lids of green leaves on pine
oaks and maples
with their background thatch of sap
acres of blood ferns water.

Engine's coiled heart of heat
carving gelatin on foil.

Confetti of wet clay eyelids
clinging to a plow blade
and faint fortress wall
peeling from the orb that fills
exploded lobbies with insect thorax
a peacock's fan of sweetened bleach
slapping microwave doors.

Legs of a slender blade
stomping in metallic filth.
High rise neon melting to adorn
a shovel's active dust.
Satellite's rim of latex gloves
a trapped galactic storm.

Mites filed by a sweeping card
the ring of burning tongues.

Hung with hot lights
spinning on the flat plains
between talking mountains
the snatched letters of wire boxes
electric water on the brim
silent face beneath the speaking face
bright rails carrying rock
through a resounding mouth
of ice ribs and huddled teeth
flat belly's rack of knives.

Carts shatter the gathered hills
dragging chains on porcelain.

A torn path
screwed into the edge
of a great stone slab.
Shavings of lunar light
trembling around a drain's mouth.
Songs to be desolated by
drifting with electric patios.
Armchairs in the waterfall's outlet
moss chewing cushions of meat.

Sheer corners of plastic towers
the elevator's oil spray.
Nests of penetrative reach
throbbing with glitter's gelatin.
Coins and dissembled webs
decorating the farthest fields.
Things as they appear in time
only dressing the wind.

Slabs of grass
on the china pet's back
tin frames in the reptile heat
trickling hallucinated water
wrapping sand statues
salt fingers on a palpitating screen.

Radio animals pouting animus
through the dark peppered static.
A bench and a long arm to the sky
balloon string leading through concrete
to the automatic orgasm's tribe
in their heap of painted hair
and alphabet's leather.

Ship's prow folding goldenrod
an unstrung xylophone's
plaques singing in a slimy net
grass unbound from the earth
dirt fragments floating suspended
above a racing sidewalk
seam after seam of concrete
shadows slapping over a table
corner of a scorched diner
two mouths speaking
the crunching of buttered toast
rent paid to the breaking branch
ass print on the windowsill
dust carved into cursive letters.

Ripped dog in a thin hallway
the bull in his nerves
pushing a broom head
water circling a scratched
porcelain funnel
snarling at the handle's lid.

Curved wood crushing bodies of straw
fangs and their heels of stitched lightning
a fevered bug
stabbing at his clogged glasses.

Forestall's beckoning
(who thought to branch,
to interrupt; and who interrupted)
one unwelcoming mouth,
and one thought

sinew by sinew
to the ribs and seeds
the cloaked rods
of unanswerable experience
stilts and rails to the teeth
running tracks and ad verbs
to the fire of the egg

clean slats and flat
angles.

Rounded hills and
diamond studded sanctuaries
proclaiming mirror's bend
the wooded leads of bridges
beads of mineral exactness
the high plank's reach
extending grids of flora
dim pools of hesitant exercise
long blades the pathway trails
the fertility of shadows.

Buds and wisps beneath the corn
threads answering separated feathers
accepting.

Wings of the wasp
in a wrap of green
discarded tin and cotton blazes
her blouse of fire and knitted armpits
wide lakes in described surface
lidded sacrifice's
optic hair.

Orange night, the thick locks
and curved bodies dancing.
Metallic tongues come in
from boundless electrocution
and tamper with the life of earth.
Things have lost their power;
the image of the saint is dead.
Sand on clay cusps
is tilting a microscopic camera.

Leaves touching frosted water
in the gravestone's tunnel.
Bones reaching with numbered cells
of yearning flesh.
Letters reflecting light and dancing
in the pallor of granite.
Broken shoulder dodge of waved grace
the snap of late straw
a wide open field
lines purring.

Stuck to the hills
with fertilizer hands
swimming areolae in the surface bath
eels across glass hallways
with the water and mud to swim
from the burnt sky
the tugboat's plug
wheezing in a bank of straw.

Torn towels on wood hooks
the pillars outside tombs.
Salted paths girding dark puddles
to the doorstep of the screening room.

Highways of licorice
framing a lavish helmet.
Sides of a mountain
heaving fur flanks
the blanks of a cloud's exchange.

As she rode my cream guitar
the chopped off trunks blew sparks
a valley swerved to blinking liquid
pedals chirping in the grey skeleton of green
cupping bricks and pigeon feathers
dented purple backyards
and heated tunnels.

Strapped on walls of cloth
and transparent towers
pillars of fur and painted nipples
bicycle wheels scrolling
through trampled print.

Pink cells of mute explanation
a silk microscope lays under
one barnacle chain
on the roaring wood.

Forks and nimble crossings
branch over branch
the faces of the forest
and the leaf's alteration of wind

stepping over a painted bridge
to a lattice field of frog veins
yearning on the fabric
of a wound that tugs

tin sanctuaries over the waterfall
blood threaded to the tide
and the yakking hysterics
doing business with incineration.

A red ringed sun
stalking the path framed swamps
the cobbled together body
naked in a mask.

Walking blades of stone
with cleft feet ready to lick
the earth's vibration.

Wrath of smoke filled cones
the diamond lash of robotic defenses
ships in a flashing iris
surfing torn space.

Puddles of active blood
on granite planes.
Fiber optic hairs scribbling a slit gown.
Armaments turned to soil
at the tap of a clipped talon
screens of water and metallic fish
a reef of electronic signals
farting a bleached flag
trees above the yearning highway
the peaks of pine branches
and velvet tags.

Infinite long hills
elevated curves and square drops
chain linked spines in the fertile earth
gelatin shine in the strung out
and bouncing grass
sharp angled mother ship
of glued paint garages
fences dipping to wet gravity
ropes of smoke on descending roads
and ascending light.

Bench on a tidal wave
fingers tracing the granite crest
and foam feet.
Dumpster doors sliding pregnant words
along an oiled cranny.
Torched lunar reverberation
that peels the sapling's core.

A chrome sided trash compacter
where songs go
bulbous and spiked ice planet
rotating empty theaters
scum on rusted walls
tracing an alphabet of knives
green branches pushing behind white walls
faces marked by flying embers
digits hacked on triangular bricks
the cream of a blood soda
floating irregular streets.

Notes in the wig
that cloaks a painted skeleton.
Bird baths of nuked seawater
cupped in giant, vacant hands.
Ferns shooting from a smashed rib cage
the strings of a spread pubis
crackling with gasoline.

The slipping of film on bone
cold waste of curving paths
strings and their taped recorders
trunks falling and piling
without sparks or grandeur
flat brow on a wide green field
solidified by clouded moonlight
decks and their cheated views
distilled in coiling fire.

Mercury cracking the cracks in dry ice
the fingering of jagged liquid.
Slow flapping of sodden boxes
with their leaves of kept names.
A row of shacks that blow dry
the one walker
of a plowed and narrow way.

Alarmed at infinity's reach
tagging a wormhole
watching the fibrous walls rip
in some stomach outside space
where pipes and razor vents
are teething plaster and gummy dividers
cloth chairs eating a saw blade
a lopsided grin's
tickle of electric wire.

Galaxies of whirlpool fur
spreading from a paw print.
Barbed and pock marked polka dots
drifting broken clusters
the magic act of dead flesh
in a photograph.

Icicles of underside cities
fissures of crawling script
to lift the frames of houses
search the light of weary swamps
engine pouring steam tongues
from a sunken hulk
the reed scum's briar skeleton.

Beaten down into my old love
beaming threads of sexual pleasure
throughout a bulging grid
and its balloon rooms.

The pores of walls polished
leaflets over snaking fronds
a battered cushion's repose
upon the leaden vent's
cooked microwave.

The prism hung window chokes rainbows
and flays unicorn flesh
expressions slide off a long plastic sword
and deposit opposites

jagged chairs blossoming with fingers
the crux of withered rope

ledges raked for sandwich bags
and fingerprints on paper
pine ridge eyeglass to blinking saddle
branches with stitched on chairs
wagging sticks of light.

Ganglia of stopped-up days
fresh cut leaves on the skull plate
sensing light and heat
from the love of the creator destroyer
harmony of hands on a stuffed gunnysack
seeds of warped time
running a rippled grate

totalled seconds scanning a passionate wall
its chiselled emptiness
a desk chair's ledge
the waves of hair that spring from limbs
a warning vessel in the blood
of a timely stranger
tipping hills and dumpster boxes' acid
trails of radioactive paint
the yak head's drooling arm.

Coils of concrete
lilac and cinnamon baths
vines around the rims of ancient pottery
a deck of dropped skirts
squirming bubbles of nakedness
reflecting in a long blade
sinew that traces the earth
impaled on a ditch digger's gaze.

Pores shaken by heated crust
lonely among the draped furniture.
Plaster cast of bones looking out
from a closeted shadow.
Tin rescues that deny the sun.
Violet blood following
dark stained wood
to a cranny of oysters.
Mirror fingernails reflecting
a silver bucket
and the whip's use of time.

Long wooden paths
on the sides of empty highway tar
steaming leaf-printed ooze
each twig's diagram
star clusters and painted maps
the forked breathing of earthly acids
dust's shape of my departed brother
with no bronze box for gathering
a halo of rice grains on lion's hair
the rhythm of curving pipes
gushing moonlight's water.

A stem dripping cells
in that crusted chair
mustache for brushes
the yearning of teeth in metal clasps
eyes lit for sculpted eggs
and fresh viscera.

Fair summer in its bulb seated orbs
the good times bathed in frozen acid
paw prints on foil and logs
surfaces scraped bare
by pinched and weary fibers
fraying paths ricocheting
over an implanted sky
fissured horizons tapping cracks in milk
the high reach of back roads
arrowhead castles slathered in saliva
gloves and sleeves cloaking nicked bone
the outlook rock walled in by teeming sudden forest
one branch looking at a rind of echoes
another in the snake's arabesque.

Coconuts and time waves in alignment
docks and wings of guitars
slabs cushioning a ripple of sleep
while hidden armies try out the sky
spider headed lids snapping
at what runs to the ocean
threads and spaghetti coils
a yarn bath tub floating
above the high rise structures
nudes clustered within the plastic lining
flawed trees that speak to the emptied body
a dash of beach on reaching metallic shores
a branch laid down on the hot sheets
the gnashing of a signed name.

Framework of leaves in the still
standing stakes of frozen chains
the open eyes a folded rock
flips to mica and moss
webs of wet cemetery composure
trees and their shivering fringes
going into the dim lit paint
benches floating in what skin inhabits
the blood of the ferns and the earth
a razor blade bikini.

Stripped to roots skimming
the steam ripped vibrations
of tightly braided hair
pink rise of blushing denim
controller of the rainbow colored
waters.

Predawn and black dawn and overlap
the river of tar
for a symphony of skater's lights
rails of liquid corn
stapling impaled walls to impaled walls
peeling the lids of the inarticulate
binding curved wood to a drop of the ocean
dew on the arc of what can be seen
the hay of ghosts and stem needles
elbows of a crest's ridge
steaks on a web of steel
a fiber optic ribbon's text
oiled curlicues in living ash
foam rubber that sleeps in the sun.

Landing door pursed
halfway up the cliffs
forests linked in tangled vine and rusted tanks
flickering waves that cast off
clouds of black and green lightning
net's grounded prairie of eyes
roads winding the mountain's flank
bucking barrels of rock children
coiled chain links of dancers
rotating around the plateau
of the rocket launcher.

Silver eyebrows on the earth's face
long tongues and their language of squashed speed
hills of rounded tar
with a yellow light that speaks to the curb
and the unyielding longing
and the flour and the paint of desperation
quilts waiting to be destroyed
throughout the neighborhood gardens
nickels and tack pins spinning that should be stopped
rainbow's weight on the drawbridge
jungle's edge of stub footed riots
where the ripped electrical doors
clash nails with an armored sun
neon wigs of a seated troop
tape traffic of flashing screens
chairs and platforms on a liquid floor
seams of dovishly arranged radiator plastic.

Scrape of wheels on the dark cement
gaze through funneled shade
cloaking and uncloaking.

My duck-soft body in weather,
the failure of clutches on wind-streaked divides,
stiffening denim of parachute-rigged computer,
eyes clicking with the hollow antenna's tip
from a tar pit of labor and love.

Lumpen wheels trailed by a shadow
who walked through the insides of trees
teeth chipped from the diamond weight
of unrecorded experience.

Scorpion spine dancing whip style
on a sheen of rectal grease.
Flavored haircut against
the heaped walls of bread
rib-split sorrows
and the streak
of an ember on brick.

Clubs on the flesh cord
signal to spidery veins,
teacups boil in the palm
of an ivory hand.
One by one the split china
finds a vacant canyon
whispering to a valley
of refulgent moss.
Bows of green elastic bones
tied up in lizard skin.
Iron cobwebs scraping over
the divine gear shaft.

The ringing through evaporated velvet
bird cages in collision
a biscuit of earth-fried liver
cracked on motionless marble.
Torsos scratched with wheat
calligraphy, paper lungs
and a throat that pours
weightless runways
glass teeth and autographed cement.

Cracked gems on a pillow of granite
the singing spigots assemble an infertile hymn
blue berries with spider limbs
tracing the oak's green lid
the sidewalk iceberg's volcano of metallic strings
walls of snow on the town's silver floor
hot eyes crumbling stacks of ancient syrup
milk blades on a cooing drain.

Palace hallways zigzag to the golden ribs.
A numbered heart, the key chains
riding the belts of severed vessels.
Dim rubber wheels to haul the cleansing waters
a desktop over the peak's frost of blood.

From a mountainous wing
the feather hand's train of cracked links.

We walked on high curved ceilings
the depths cracking moonstone plaster
a fireplace of cluttered alphabet letters
the metallic teardrops of ember tips.

Roaring sanctuaries between airtight rooms
an octagon of open sky
the courtyard's cup surrounded by waxed wood
the eye's depth of oiled hinges.

Towering branches bend
into flowering archways.
Shells sink like fingernails
in the mud beneath dark lake waters
and exploded buds.

You pull the light on a leash
I gather its fractal bulk
into the veins of my arms.

High above the thrones of man
a plain socket of air
without glint turns and turns
some manufactured elbow of thought
taking on emptiness and flexing
an everlasting knot.

Thickets carried in green
transparent tidal waves
spill blackberries into our hands
as we swing from the clouds of blood fog
a stony platform gathered.

Colorless plastic doors
bounce dangling springs
on photographic anthems.
The desert moves on
to an apron table
and collapses the cherry wet
wood.  Eyes open over chess
between lines of paint
the defecating airplanes
carved throughout
a whispering terrace.

And the solemn menu
opens up your head
like a duck.

A glittering chair
where the moon bows down
on high, the beautiful product
staring a hole through
the shuttered time warp,
a shoreline's empty spray can
pressure ebbing in the weft
grains flickering salt claws.

Beaks and bald spots
following the sugary horizon
town crier's corroded reports in the air
old riots faded past language
newts tangling in a puddle's shallow edge.

Shivs within mercury trees
two solitary beads
taking off.

Battered slats keep their diamond place
scans of revealed light
following seams of concrete
acorn doors and dripping wigs
moss amplifiers tracking a grid
and the ice chain's continuum
love that fades in mid air
an unclothed chair
a ring of vegetable peels
the cap of a brass flame
with blue eyes
teeth with a grin on meat
hatching a threaded map
and a broom that makes
music.

Peaks of adjoining fields
honing their branches.

The smoky sinew's ribs
a series of laminated rooms
the bridge's ceiling
and its mid torso.
High green shrinks
up to a barren edge
and  tweaks its metal limbs
a glint of dust and torn
scripture's cabinet.

Slates in a crooked arm
bending light beams
through the sanctuary's letters.
Bone fibers crushing a sword handle
against a chiseled brow.
Snakes gathered to form
a brain of granite consequence
excreting horsehair and film reel
over reflecting knives.
Charcoal mascara pig snout
channeling a broken orchestra.
Pebbles leaking toward the ass-print
of a piano's lid.

Ferns waxed upright to feral teeth
patios and overseer porches
aflame with infirm glass.
Artichoke ribs in the missile
of a snapped-off goblet
turned planetary wanker.

Stitched nebula splitting
for a river of milk-splashed eyes.

Fire escape ladders embroidered
with chains of black honey
tar brush flicking a smudge of jewels
brick on infertile brick
descending through the waterfall's mouth
oil singed at the rims of a tipping crater
branches flowering photosynthetic violence
from the dark heart of cutting bark.

Glass octagons filled frame to frame
with thick green leaves.
Summer's frenzy of birds
tearing at the shower curtain.

Condominiums of coal that shatter
under the super hero's weight
sacks of shining colors in poison spore form
leaking through the dissipating layers
of metallic ink that squared the sky
and brought it into our pink cups.

A toast to the parent's membranes
that roast our nerves.
Spigot of purified sulfur
still puffing behind the lathered remnants
of brick walls.

Beads of disrupted cursive
on the moth's wings,
the cracked ashen forehead.
Quills of a climbing ivy
that cloaks the cemetery's guitars.

The potato reverend
eyebrows carved into his dirt
by figure eights of tobacco.
Long fingers that spill the lacquered dawn
onto the bronze cascading walkways.

Slamming trunks that reach
the surface of the moon
latches showered with cyanide ambrosia.

Strangled pillows at the cliff's top
eyes of hot water with no center
bleeding brown strings
and paper pebbles.

Poles painted by claw marks
throughout the creaking valley.
High windows having
swatted away the bullet casings
splattered with indwelling skulls.

The coffee grounds of earth's meek filth
vibrating on a fallen satellite dish.
The long tables of ghostly conferences
splintered through a dinosaur's thorax.

Salt limbs coated in metallic honey.
A brush of wire rolling the credits
into violet flesh.

Rubber roll after rubber roll
over a bright pink body.
Sky dome sprinkling glass eyes.
Closets gushing mounds of cloth crumbs
down vibrant stairways.
The high window open
on the rushing branches
has become a scented door.
Trunks reaching past
grey basement music
plunge the fertile earth.
Barrels crunch over a bony mattress.
Armored vessels of temperature-suspended sleet
collide on the attic dance floor.
I thumbtack my paper anatomy
on the headboard above
your sleeping form.
You finger the holes in my little feet
and collapse the red dream.

What I find in dreams
I cannot keep.
Awake on layers
patchworked into sleep
the damp dawn cries
to the damp night.
Brightness kept and cut
and advertised continues
tracing a waterfall
the tire marks of flights
already departed.
Clouds hacked by
the flatulence of small gods
grass fondling the various impacts.
Running water circles in hollow blades
the sinews of darkened speech.
Bones tinkling like pencil lead
on a brass expanse.
Vines handling the center
of a singing hammer.
Rooms falling through
a castle of cartoon panels.
Glass letters that bisect the sun.

Angel of green death
on the soaring blades of water
headdress carved of dark momentum
and a diamond handle
scalpels in the brain folds flowering branches
tagging curtains of ice air
the mirrored iris in floating crystal
sinking home to petroleum wells.

Crests of soil pouting red clay
the binding of stalks and rigged shells
flicking a thousand masks.
Tent poles of bone propelling popped gum
gilt edges of sprayed wood
cutting melted continuum.

Frost on a ring of welts
the drawstring of ethereal spines
and rainbow scales
fur's cap of empty heat
knots of darkened matter
crimping a fertile rift.

Dancing radishes on ten foot twine
lithe bodies gliding a sun belt
hands tacked up against
the galactic cork board
seething arms and legs
on a pile of pretzels and twigs
flexing and cradling chains
locking up a box of blood
the wood color of sandy drives.

Plastic drums move towns of heated rubber
the bass tap of failing flesh
cataloged in thermometer.
Arrows carry sinking flames
tanks of crapped cartoons
the uproar of milky paint.

Roaring dusk with no center of light.
Sparks on the fringes punching tickets
bones tapping buckets of wet leaves.
Gymnasts with gelatin curves
swinging from a jawbone sky.
The heart with all its echoes
thumping in a stiff rag.

Curtains bulging over storefront windows
springs and paper of slamming drawers.
Wires in plaster of sobbing pipes
a deep mask of running eyes
where the blade slides
over the deli counter.

Mercury fingering bus stop benches
the grid of sacred metal
flinging female form.

Furnished lots and boot-bent cans
for the secret superstar of torn wings,
firing on nets of hard light
separating in the painted canyon.

Propeller hands pushing at the earth's air
to stand on blinking planetariums.
The dream of flight stopping
at a cornered sky
and a dangling cord.

Blank eyes through the pounded windshield
stereo still playing what the living hand selected
pebbles raining from an electric wave of dirt
tapping metal through paint
blood in its array of drumbeats
the mode of subtracted things
scowling with insight.

Elms hanging upside down in a thick fog
gum suit snapping on a warped skeleton
blood singing upward to the dark veined cloth of sky
barns with branches and corners with mouths and tongues
a pouring lava's alphabet scum
spines tied to a ring of heat
in a tooth floss chamber

wakeful birds on liquefied stone
gardens frozen to the tick tock morning
feathers packed in dimes
a pipeline of blown open eyes
fiend's rope of spit
an elevator of smoke
meat cradle in torn hair
sowing empty lungs.

Long planes of forced footpaths
crossing like liquid ropes
pulling hills and beached hot rods
heaps of painted foliage
filling up a bulge of clear glass
jutting rounded wings
the high breasts of a corroded body
flinging milk to spinning shells
the earthen thrusting of concrete posts
windows stuck to rusted metal poles
doorways and their sandy ramps
tonguing the street
the swirl and carved place of tepid offices
and finished dining rooms
colliding with unlit space.

Towers of pipes and wood boards
twine of bodies plucking the air
from the open levels and sex performers
leather masks in a gilded frame
the tooth blink of emergency light
fibers corn rowed on a lengthening form
bed pillows cluttering the curve of a river
the sun burst through motionless cars
a map of high stories
colliding with mates unmade
paint desk on the thumb of a wave
tentacles' mechanical cream
for a molten thistle
the scaffold's slinky
landing in an open electric palm.

Canyons of vapor
tin glasses of blue smoke
hills and hacked realms
and pulsating muscles
all bones of a sandy valley
coffee teeth to the shade of a pine
squatting to absorb the thrust of the gravestone

curb's a waffle print on the bicycler's forehead
the grain's hinge of cracked beans
pills denting skin and rearranging
the rows of secondhand stomachs
and electric lined furniture
where we lie down with coiling heat
and get up with curdling ice

coins to chip the laundered landscape
lever benches under an ashen sun
watching shadows reach for satellites
from a chain mail rug.

Veil of flesh slapped up against the galactic slab
crumbling flour of stars
punk hills imprinted upon this cheeky dough
long leaning highway trees of the hair road
bronze tears of dynamited rocks
the bright sex lubricant of decaying fortunes
desk chair cut by flanks that have bitten
imaginary lunar air
big waterfalls of singing plastic
and a ring of black doves
churning with wooden superman
fork of solitudes pouring bread
wet page of days on the prison's grated floor
souls twitching on a crimped electric wig
my nest of hourglasses
and hardwired grass.

Temple of burned out veins
where ore goes sinking--
aisles of spilled brass boxes
trickling slanted floors
bright lit stone in buried cubes
shining poles and rope pulleys
lids on acres of festering laundry
panels dropping into a liquid eye
that knows sadness
from the roots and tarnished ground
from the blood rubber of fake slit bodies--
in the broken toothed urn that sings
from a human mouth
with the attempt to construct a human,
to be a pierced cell, a mute
undirected ember,
the cracked lips of a forced calling

phallic processions in empty offices
skitter of polished rocks
outside the river and the framed scenes
flailing with a funnel for whirlpool heat
and the metals of a shackled city
running piss through wheat
and tadpole dreams
over the spent and puckered chaff
licking locks of daydream form
with a woken snarl
a veil of hard bladed bark
scimitar of reflected water
riding atmosphere's bleeding orb
for crumpled bridges
and their incidental lilacs
all dangling this telescopic priest
and his crease of echoes
the muffle of a wounded heel
on a fished-out mound.

Flint sparking in the walls of the cliff.
The storm that cut the curtain
passing by with no special sign.
Funnels cooling in the rock
that speak to the molten underside.
A rolling coin that traces
a circle of ashes.

The casement turns a wall into the plane
where my eyes leak outward into space
lidded hills cracking telescope halls
in the rogue bulk of earth.

The seeing lands sinew my heels
pink acids shape the air with my hands
the portals of a buried ship
lasso stingers through my pores.

Legs of a tin shack
pock mark my forehead.
Tabled light flows and drips
the rounded corners of a dying game.

The edible wings of old bats
aged beyond leather
in a stadium the mind keeps.
Arrows brushing a fresh violin
as they pass the cradled center
and thunk in the backdrop's
vacuumed wood.

A sparrow pecking the palm of my hand
as I ride the embankments
green of a heaving river
vines on the singing turf
swamp's root to fur in the air
a diamond helmet in wiry scarves
beaming light through a highway
and an open mailbox
stirring within the money of the dead
brightening shores and heaps
flesh land on its bones of wheat.

Bleeding bulbs on the sanctuary wall
try to tell me who I am like alphabet tissue
cool skies without a hope my lump will heal
me looking up at them
like a woodpile with eyes or a toy
a collection of bones in sand
mapping a velvet pentagram
watching the stack of flames at a podium
destabilize the whole horizon
and then the power of man
a mere match head fizzing in a shallow goblet
stems of bitter fruit prodding the sunken body
where the heat and heart shaped leaves
come pouring from
a fork of converging waters
that sparks with stolen light
and clay that cradles the moon.

When he would peak
we would peer into his leather.
Then he would open the sun
and drive a hard bargain.
Ridges of overgrown surrounding hills
glinting out like knives.
Puffs of the steamed earth
like gears in a transparent engine.
Glossy trails winding over
the compacted fauna.
A-frame houses dangling
in spider web.
The planks of besieged symmetry
jutting forth in lines.

His shoes rasping with diluted fuses
finally taking off like a rocket
after the other bodies had gone home.

Stained quartz of the way I moved
winding over the gas plateaus
lettered lines on the paving
curtain's mane of descending clouds
touching turf-topped cars
and the sprayed length of fallen trees.

Climbing the long peak of the spire
gun-toting phantoms on the leafy boardwalks
sun frothing like a hollow disc
against the putty barrier.

Glass bulbs stirring with limbs and wipers
at the pillow peaked ledges.

A crapped-on flying saucer
taking off into the galactic underbrush.
Cranking and grinding lights
bending circular walls.
Streamers of torn trash
whipping electronic speech
out of the wind.
Water squeezed into pellets
that hologram an empty territory.

Waves licking at the faint pill dispenser.
Soaps flowing around a suffocated eyeball.
Tunnels of sandy ribs pushing plastic molds:
a crater's mouth for the seated assembly
the prisoner's chain of pearls.

Propeller face blowing away
the confetti of the body
peaks and rippled green
going down to the dark water
with a silent blade,
scum tracking fibers of light
over the sand carved lands
with a reeking guitar
a screaming pile of oiled leather
and a recipe of scorched silk
the beauty of a famous liar
licking up the charcoal stricken milk
from a corner rusty shovels touched
when the moon went out
like a cloth on a wintry diving board
sharing thin paint
ice carving out the photosynthetic tiles.

Trash pile's fire light
the web of paths sodden with blue
descended skies in leafy buckets
berries popping concrete ramps
the twine of slug movements in bark
roots climbing laundry pockets
high slabs plateau'd steel
red veins tapping a grape
carving ditches in a fallen sun
swooping a chiseled canyon

the character of empty prairies
grass vertebrae tracking
a sprinter's statuesque elemental tool
imprinting cool cylinders
hole puncher of a molten heart
wet knuckle hoarding paper blades.

I see rooms and vacant figures
buried in the silk of film
passages latched to foam
that give aging bodies rest
porcelain footpaths and
the alphabet of a spiked tread.

Frozen doorways for a punctured soul
that walks the rain on eight leashes.
Long beds singing with rushed graces
embroidery of grand fossilized orifices
hissing to the ruts of time.

Buds that slide across a single claw
decorating a wrecked pillowcase.
Slashed curtains hitching
a skinned windowsill
dangling over the padded
markings of death.

Charcoal sunrises tickling
a chicken voice
from a papered over
sob.

Main streets tugging
the shallow flow
of vagrant water
to the pinnacle's powdered arm.

Shrink wrapped earth and night
the black eyes of a golden dog
hip bone's celestial bridges
keys that wink in the net's bottom
slats of oiled wood across the hooded moon
ledges of painted salt cliffs
ebbing and sparking pine bark walls
the caked earth of drum hands
throbbing from an ancient cave
hot webs of gum trees
interlacing broad banded leaves.

A minnow in forehead iris
darting between scorched brows.

Freak on a tower of vaseline
stump flower plugging the phone
of a vacant lot
with bright chalk towers
the dotted frames of hot eyes
through shackled and searching structures
that inhibit the moon
hoops and raging poles in cracked tar's
rust of echoes
tires that cross the field
as an empty telescope
scrapes and delivers the frisca
of a million lights
rolling down the dome sides
like a car wash steaming.

Irregular walls on salt scratches
marble rails and rounded squares
trickling screens that palpitate lettered hand prints
the grease paint of shuttered doors and oily blood
the pouring mouths of stone chained in dragging feet
fine flesh in a plastic sleeve
tree forks tacked with electric light
dry skeletons caught in the depths of fragrant skin
wet banners bleeding optic lids
and machine gun numbers
the softness of pigeon grey
plucking fragile glass.

This pit of grinding and surging earth
gears and turning towers
vines to crawl the bloated sun
the curve of shores and their heaps
coppery iron bones and storms of pink flesh
leafy boats in a diamond swarm
hands covering electric sockets on a moving wall
tongues of cloud bundles tumbleweed clumps
blood boiling the skin of potato
mineral cliffs giving forth the vitamin salt
to the rainbow over the cauldron
and the brainpan's snickering pop.

A feline's coffin in a case of cracked ribs,
a soft skull pushing whipped cream on a fertile curb,
melted bridges between fingers and pine paths
yielding scribbled stone,
the tissue and cartilage of tied-up days
running milky floorboards
wire brushes on the scalp that craves
bloody pushcarts across riverside paths,
womb's creaking birch and ripped fork,
ink's blight of oceanic paper
and radiant sleaze.

Bulbs and bread and palace homes
fortresses of painted glass for protected paper
rock barrier trails glinting through the sparks of separated bodies
gaze from the naked cold on parallels of bright lit tables
faces sanded to the grain of wood that their blood resembles
hinges glued to ornaments sliced from the living earth
trunk's totem of navels and pock marked branches
the claw mark of tinsel stars
blankets furry wires.

Slats over the earth mouth ditch
wet pebble trails
to a throat of broken ice
a curve of patted mud
near the wilting fires
stuck length of a rooted spear.

Blankets on broken logs
the teething sunrise
in a bucket of shining water.
Lumps of clay with moss lids
tied to the tilting trees.

Dark orbits the wrapped up rainbow
stacking successful trees
combing swamps and circling paths
a mouth of tar's wiggling branches
tires and caps in an old room corner
bland rocks on the tan shell of a floor
chipped mirror glass in a glaze of straw
chains of breasts faces and legs
following the rhythm of copper pipes
in a foam glued wall.

Tables and chairs in tawny boxes
ropes and rubber clasps a transparent ceiling
the singing in empty rooms
and the staring land.

A woman's shape
drilled into the facade of my skull
under the vapor streams
of racing airplanes.
Nipples cutting out eye patches
a ripped-off body suit's wet balloon.
Bones bundled together like twigs
in the clench of universal rubber.
Skies eating a headless neck
slow pulse of blood released
petroleum soda fountain
on a crooked and isolate square.

Earth oozing through brick and wire
paint dripping the chipped teeth
over paperwork cliffs
locked cabinets bobbing
on a tide of plastic heat
demolishing lionesque eyelashes.

Claw's cursive on the lonely tool
dribbling rejected children.

In the light that always goes
some rhythm of interrupted grey
struggles to take a man's form.
These paths that cross to find his feet
are the marks of a galactic knife.
As the current goes wild through sap
roots clench and turn the watered soil.

The dreams of dullards
will take over the earth.
Madness will become compulsory.
Chains will pass through flesh
and transform into glistening oil.
His skeleton will find a screen
for the fire's pop, the falling orbits,
to cast off their dust and be
stuck with blood again
running the crescent curve
from a net of beds.

And a slattern's crayon sun
of ragged rays
with no chemical center
will fill up his toothless mouth
to dance on the paper multitudes.

Monday picture frames, Tuesday haircut,
the robot's eye scans my cancer
and pins me down to garlic tables.
The gleaming ocean gathers me seamlessly
and spreads me out,
a fine ash whirlpool shape
tendrils of cumulus oil.
Glass buckets of bovine hearts
spilling down the theater steps.

Butterfly wing desktops
flipping like fake fingernails
closets hallway deep
leaning gravestone walls.
Cinnamon vinegar torso singing
swinging a long wet rag.
Crouched like a hose
on the fire escape
a waiting cat's mouth
she brings me milk
for my raging tea.

Sad ribs under a pretzel head
spine covered with clothespins
and tender wires
lungs in an orchid bloom
tree's trunk remolding paper skin
chest cavity's moss goblet
beads of cracked and softly singing water
woolen mitts for the sticky eyeballs
and salt-scarred feet gone missing
in a quilted glade.

Orchards bare to the touch
blowing bubbles of wood
vein's highway in the eyes
streaking bows of stone
pebbles trickling down
the skater's curve of a copper fountain
dimes notched in the tower's spike
the claw that is a door
scribbling long sidewalks
frost adorning shallow pools
the monkey bars of mercy
on meticulous straw.

Stung orbits
that wobble the magnetic center.
Vaulted flesh of ages
twitching upper hallways.
Grass parting at the entrance to the cornfield
pipes of bright notched fiber.
A path of fur on the soil
leading high to low land.
Tapestries of ointment
fingering cool blades.

A ring of lights in the rippling harbor
where the docks float sepia spines.
Shelves of separated leather
pouting cannibal lips.
A circuit laid out in strands
that drive existence.

One pilot of water
dishing scorn to the succulent curve.

The spotlight and the starlight
and the street light
tell me I am a
symbolic animal.

And my track mute,
and my butt hole,
and my drinking.

Encased peaks cut through
the firs on the hillside.
Painted lines escape
drifting off like spray
across the wounded airwaves.

Mosaic of paste clay walls
wig on a stick
near the burners.
Chopped up unfinished chair
in a crater of engine oil.

The surface shows me the shape
of what I breathe.
The slipping root
to bloody channels in the deep ground
framing mirror stacks
lid pouches and a silk wreck
parking weary thrusters
bright packed tar.

Kitten of light contacting palm
staircases washed by receding floods
every blinking chimney wrapped
in a wreath of vines.

Ditches of diamond water
licking garage corners
girders levitated through the vapors
calling from a radiant gorge.

Antennae on a pyramid of shingles
and peppered glass.

The interwoven half-dead brothers
shaking a thicket of painted branches
fighting on a road in the sky
bolting barriers
to the shimmer of a careless frond
patching each other with drifting fabrics
hoping the hologram will crack
as it has cracked before
while the beam flickers
in an unwilling iris
seams frothing and a milk navel
peeled glass orbs in a salad of lettuce
firmament shaking meat.

Barbed wire horizons
heat buffeting the crawling shells
the elegance of frozen sand
molten glass pouring from a saucy mouth
arabesque of spray painted trash cans
linked by adhesive blood
at the palace door's crooked eye
a moat of chains and fiber optic handles
volcano's plastic rim
spilling teeth and letters.

A sanctuary platform's rounded corners
running with slime of punctured lungs
the belching of delayed infancies
a towering cotton sword
descending twilight glue
and small meatballs
thumb's radiant corpse
dragging from the engine switch
blue words and ephemeral bones
a cutaway basement's
transparent slug.

Isolate fleck of angst
grey sun in the depths
streaming agonized beams
over the broken gaze
and the welcome of the meek hills
in the chains of discontent
he had tasted order
forsaken the train of occurrences
numb in a swathe of green leather
fork of events where velvet tears rock
the ink heart penetrates
a singing ulcer,
rooftops are canonized
as living bodies
the gold yield of silver space.

Above the clouds and forked lightning
in the frame of a chair
tapping finger tips
around an invisible prism
coal of eyes in a water-wounded skull
kneecap spikes and loaded loins
sparking all over the half buried stones
stacked pots of moss
clay pyramid's tongue of light
from one vacant window
wires connect the fur of the ears
to an empty trench
stripes of melted clothing
and a rock snake mountaintop garden's
ring of fertile thorns.

A taffy skull
under the charcoal chain of lights
long and spongy tongues
rolling over a wooden skyscraper's dock
stretched along the popcorn sand
prickling impaled skin.

Neon snakes on the wall
of a bleach-fed pool
water's cover of cabin-sized leaves
leaving limestone shadows
on a linoleum deck.

Thoughts for the swirling brush
the tail of a bone cage
spreading tapioca branches
feathers burning on hand cuffed bamboo
a coconut dripping letters
and electric fries.

Pineapple branches
webbing over the night
piercing green pentagrams
soup of smashed light bulbs on oil
flowing coat hanger shoulders
the scream of a scratched wet jaw
and chimney teeth.

Processions of four-door cylinders
chrome sleek as milk
mushroom veins
of the umbrella highway
a tragedy of unseen drains
lichen-fed graffiti
in the cliff side openings
portholes thatched
with disappearing hair
a dancing window
dripping over icicle fangs
cheese clotted rails,
lung tissue fencing.

Bridge of bones salted by frost
the urgency an acid-powered light
projects on rock
color sifting cracked rivers
fingers tapping in metallic gloves
skull pinned beyond the spine
by a telephone pole
spanked body naked on ice
shoveling a sandstorm iris
butchered paper cones
to candied labyrinth
the souls of a vacuum hose.

A desk on the precipice arm
by a cake of bricks
swollen with raging pipes
far from the pink water spout
bread framed in butter plates
and slim dry leaves
mounds of frozen geode.

Let dawns be what they will
in our crooked kingdom
and salt overcome the sea
for this shining morsel
poisoned with gloss
sprayed moss on glade
overcoming error
covered stairwells singing
the evaporated houses
where you and I stood and smoked
once together
outside the vague night-tousled
laundry station
numbers pushing to the untouched dark
what names could not have been
so many disintegrating mercenaries
blurred voices out to dismayed oceans
sickening voices yearning
for a quick and clean regret
a long row of seats
on the settling tar.

Where the fire flies winked
around the proceeding grass
red gallons precipitously waited
and the fur of tree tips sang
soaked pathways slick with frost
and blossoming fungus, canyon paths
descending carnivorous harps
to the miraculous vegetable's gleaming hillsides,
the benefactor of all these whirling blades
crouched in a hand made shadow,
long tooth body's insides
unyielding to the mountain's velvet scale.

Buildings rise in the night
cubes glowing under moss
levitating vines
dangling cars and unscrewed rail
the curved lid of many horizons
breaking into a single eye
rising in the lots of the lost
silt of time's vein
running off it like lard of paper
cloud ropes on painted lines
the trickery's departing vapor
sanded engines tracking a skeletal wall
to a bleeding stem.

A gloved shade finger walking
on cobwebbed canals
umbrella of sharpened knives
to greet the radial jungle.

A peak in the biologic gravy
swerving and ripping ornaments
poultice of buried masks
smearing daylight teeth
a poured concrete corner
snoozing molecules
in the cultural icicle
that a windowshade baby has become
toe head surfing a shielded wave
leaping funny pits of gravel
brain stem leaking from amplifiers
the fork of a wooden chair with no arms
in front of the cut chrome embattlements
torso lapping at the wind like a tongue.

The path on a bridge top
for a walking vessel
minding the sonic gristle of light
afoot through the length of trees
tips like a bone shard
pebbles sculpted on a gasoline finger
roots whip cracking rock walls
bungee cords yank a descending form
to a water tank's rim
at the edge of the stereophonic sky
with its sheets of transparent coils
and bubbling wire.

Aspirin melting into my vampire gills
rib's case of cathedral walls
soap carved by robotic drill
showerhead's field of delayed stars
a sleeve of plastic doors
lighting candle wax of bones
grid's unlit windows
pink garage's library of soaked books
arteries mapped on punched cards
mopped halls in reflection of pent-up grandeur
chandelier's whale of hearts
dropping crystal hair.

I couldn't make it
to the holy sacrament.
Black doves ream a circle
around my muddy feet.
Blades for plowing the grid
rest on engine grills
water runs and shakes the concrete.
Benches rise on balloon strings
framed faces and reptile confetti.
Kitchens open to a hail storm
long gleaming tables.
Faint movement of the clocks
the necklace glimpse
of a world without people.

Mirror wheels
on a train track of electric bass
cans and bottles blowing
in directed wind.
And a sash of cloth tattoos
from gun hand to grinning mask.

Popcorn fists of animalia
ropes on a swollen deck
seams blinking and heaving.

The heart of a bat
beating in the window shutters
an upside down pyramid's eye
that straightens the lightning bolt's path
to the water's lid
a bent door handle
fleshing.

Stacks of ointment
flicking golden lead
to the skies dissolved
fledgling strut through
the tubes of blood.

Hot breaths through me not yet articulate
the lightning strike of vertebrae
landing in horizon's turf,
heel grinding an arrow
on a granite mattress
crooked streak of snow to the wet mouth
tossed through the wrinkled altar.

Thatched reverberant peaks
pregnant with nutritious ice
sleeping currents over
knots of ripped moss.

Antennas of mercy and grace
leaking radiant ephemera
cliffside's pigmentation of chalk traces
bulbs of a patchwork womb.

As if there is a hole in my vision
from the waters of birth
a veil that opens the sky
that my marrow senses
formulae jangle out of the stunned trees
giving names to the blood in my head
each cell in the chain of being
setting a tramped-on garden
with a ring on the thorn of life
a roof that holds its raincloud of fallen knives
and a glistening tuber
the sound of the leaves all
coming down on a sheaf of pipes
a hillside spilling silt
and its light of many beams
from cracked sand
the curving ribs of a painted cave
giving forth to wood.

I went cigarette road and television way
over the slim flapping barriers
painted parking spots weeping
slugging the furry wheel
seats in a theater of packed dirt
decks of plastic output
riding immortal vines
blades in the earth
growing vein dark squares
wires pricking hot confined light
in the lay of silver rails
curves of sighing rock
and the carnival in the mirror
that remains in motion
while I ride on its breath
apart.

Diamond sides glinting
with denied energy
skid nimbly over
my covered table
tonight.

Rash renegades of the solar hustle
putting yarn to bed on glass.
Wagon cages rolling by
towards the leather covered bridges
trailing mated scars.

A network of feather boas
slipping around the footrest
of an electric mountain.
Stubs of the maker's fingers
falling into our clouds.