Stacks of empty light
the long hill under the leaf

I observe the squadrons
trying the timeline alteration machine,

lines ascending from the blade,
alarms that accompany that ascent,

the firm altar
         ax torn and fresh
tabled,
             One need
a grip and welding color

    one tar tipped
             evening.

Slashed rubber's milky invitation
rims glinting with articulate breath
on metallic roads.
Symmetry of reflected pines
radio tower's feather
the planet's skull
in a ring of ashes.

Breasts pouring hot tar
from the clay vessel,
a bladed seed
sinking through gelatinous soil.
Denim wall's swastika cleats
and styrofoam torpedoes.

Grinning gaps in wooden clothing
stretched across the liquid
of outer space.
Cleft heels dug in
and sprouting veins
in the moon's cool dust.

Clips of machine-torn wool
oozing glass bullets
turf's track of lips
smacking and softly cooing.

Shut eyes tapping little hammers
flashlights on the floating wallpaper.
A cage of ruined rooms
circling a dead star.

River beds hacked to mud lace
by bone feet.
Water tunneling mossy channels
beneath the thriving trees.
Head dresses of scorched leaves
to adorn the dancing unwashed skeletons.

Cushions of salted beef
wearing radiant snow.
An oiled shack rising through
a basement's murk
ripping the mansion floors.
Sun's web coming out of it clean
touching tools of an incapable god.

A mistress' bristled violet
tufts and ancient seams.

Beet red legs
from the curvaceous mouth
of the cemetery.
Cracked strings stretching
from pole to pole
sending shrieks of alphabet.
A flake melting
on the town's tongue.

Gymnasiums draped in hard syrup
quaking leather seats.
Rinds cut gashing the wisp
of a circled cloud,
a vine-strung elevator
peeling wasps from
floor to floor.

Punctured stages
sharing antique men.
Keys to the waffle iron doors
heated graveyard teeth.
Quartz of a ticking eye
bleeding tangled orbs.

Genital moss
carving around the mailbox
a star system's persistent
central void.

Planes of slate rivers
by the flowing sea.
Chutes flapping at
the sand storm.
Lint rivulets carved
into the beast.

Everyday light scattered
from the shoulders, the walk.
Falling from the highest pine twigs,
the seed's metallic implant.

Slim wings for concrete air
bright ribs soaring across
a skin flask
frame wet for casting a dry mirror
the seats of poked roses
spitting shiny beads of ink
screens pissing digital blades.

Charcoal cracked on piled water
hisses planks of lint space.
Dolls of pitted wire
dancing on an arc of soil.
The trumpet's clam catcher
fractured by yearning particles.

Yarn from an oven's mouth
hooked with shriveling tongues.

I am burning my eyes out
on the things I love.
An iron maker, two colors of grass
the lungs of my stuffed sternum
calling to the rocks of
the mountain peak.
Moths flowing out of my archive.
A glass door in the reflected corpse.

Tan depthless lenses
in the energy sector.
Wombs and sockets moving toward
the stacked lights.
A parcel wrapped in tin wire
sprouting fevered limbs.

Boulders landing on a head of eyes
stems and pebbles clipped
and floating in a bright ditch,

I see you coming to me braided,
shyly undulant, cutting
the veil of shade
with fresh scrubbed skin,

twerking the rusted symmetries
into hot carved curves,
tabling my restless frame
to be darkened by your inner light.

Strained fibers bringing forth
an enameled rose.
Ridges worn to permanence
in the surge of things.
Planetary rings turning
to visible water.
The splashing of solar gas
on a radio headset.
Tears and their wings of gold
in the silver dawn.
Chemical energy of streets
worn down into the bone.

Optic feelers
touch the foundation's keyhole
sinew's tremor of light
leaking paths of stone.

Twinkling gaps in time
sighing from a strafed deck
bass note's humming branches
fingering the dispatched and painted air
brick's shadow of thundering bones.

Tossed-up symmetry breaking
on the curves of a leaf.
Tanks of bundled floss
machine gunning the open field
with readymade gravestones.

Cells alive with
pinpricks of darkness
that will cause death.

Spikes in treeline color
that flicker like the edge of a wave.

Speck-ridden breezes
messing with the facial recognition
hammer.

Threads of begotten ooze
tying up the trip wires.
Liquid salt that scratches
the ripped perimeter.

Engines falling out of bodies
and connecting with rippled sand.

Violin cases shedding cobwebs
in a shadow's drift,
while the bulk of guarded things
rolls toward them with a gooey center.

Nails to tickle
the laser-made stigmata
as the blood becomes
a fading shield.

Pearls of the flank
that sorts water
with fire of bones,
wheels of the eyes
uncovering shadow.

Pawns melted to the wet
ground.  Salamanders moving
the earthquake needle.
The stripped yarn of time
yanked tight as razor wire.

Stilted wanderings
that end in a glow.

Peak fringe eroded,
the bridges bend.

Shops in the chinks
of an ever extending spine.

Swirl of vapor
descending into language.

Cartoon bodies,
no cartoon falls.

Lamb's curl
on the iron
midwife.

Sandwiches of scripture bologna,
charred by hot teeth.

Lids of a metal grave
to make noise over.

One paw signing a map
the lightning's condition.

Props and guns
of a wig-strewn
man's room

the long arch
of liquid tar
leading down to the bone bath.

Flipped-out stars
a red smear
on the yarn-spinning behemoth

the resting spots
of galaxy imprinting lasers
rooted stem and thorax

to a beauty queen's helmet
riding sparks and wet flax
where fur leaps polishing
the knife holder

an acid blanket
on the aching round eye
tracking through the
nocturnal force field
a penetrant dart

a wolf's flask for nitrates
and a silver stag.

Tongues leaping to and from
selected rock paths,
dipping bright colored fronds
into the heavy lidded atmosphere,
ferns in glass puddles
a hearth of broken icicles,
the oil on metallic gloves
glinting like a lizard's eye.

Flatline gladiator
faint rubber maker
strewing plastic grass
around the cranial ex auditorium
bare torso and scissored flange
cruel stars and parched demigods
slithering the ankles
of a buttery king.

Hacked loveseats and acidic moon
the seat belt's exhaling rainbow
head cushion stacked with sunset capsules
lines on a park swelling like yeast
the swinging shadow
chained up in clanging
vitamin green adulthood
as a ring of airport chairs.

In the lopped off corridor
voices are taking their fleshly form.

Light crackles at the limits
of the opposite entrance
winged zone's departing swiftness.

Cliff side's blinking adverts
the trunk of a chocolate soda
vents of skylike prominence
cracked embers seeking a configuration.

Riveted silent tables
ascending pillars of sexy smoke.

And the stylish bullet hole
in the gown wrapped around
a poor sucker's head.

Circles casting their light
in the last days of the measured world
a brick bouquet
speckling the human tidbits.

Faces sprouting leaflets
the delighted fauna.
Cubes and their cuboid smells
snacking on electrons.

Roofs and their lattice guards
that shrink the machinery.
Twisted turf and its
cannibal shadows.

Vine-scarred curbs
giving permanent twilight.
Swamp tanks and their
eggs of thought
webs poked about the frame.

Sanctuary's foam of glazed air
tucked in dusky banners
hot rings of singing thread.

Rat's face on a thieving body
arms fetched from the supply shed
bolts hitched to a surviving tree
sucking up the turf war.

Pans and bells adorning shackles
flowing speaker wire and high red walls
glass abandoned in a sinking brick
soul's fever in a tin shell.

Slapped against wet cushions
designed by the special academy
the diamond headed one
for intelligent people
who understand sadness.

There's a picture of me
falling under the world.
And a half-cut roll of dough,
and a knife with a pickle.
Seams tracking light
from a scar, the electricity's
music flaring, a diagonally
plummeting silver cube
on tied-up wheels,
a door near the onions,
a winter's frost.

Scorched fingers
dancing over the keypad
in the back, among
the wrapped cheese
and hanging brooms.

Sun on the silver decks
of oiled metal
the twisting hook and series
of round blades.

Bars and ceiling loaves
horizon's heaving oaks
a sprouting razor wire
its leafy tendrils
levitating a steak knife

surf's curve of grain
along a vine wrapped fence
dark berries and ruddy hips
the drum skin of the driveway
raining bouncing balls.

Arrived with salty curves
glistening around the dewy eyes
with bruised coloring;
an unsure nimbleness
erupts here.

Side tables with the crap news
chimes clacking on guitar
ruts in the concrete freeze
slipping in the sweetened hook.

The dim lit smoke
of sanctuary mornings.

Waves of cream colored stacks
wounds yielding harvest.
Wide stitches with oily corners
lipstick printed
concrete thorns.

Lids of a kettle drum
handled by lunar gloves.

The rain paths
across loading docks
leading to a shuttered table

tics and their accumulation of moss
to ready a birdbath's acorn.

Strides and sparks
of the never ending rail
quills tucked into the pores
goddess of a pine ridge
with cream and waffles
ghost tread skidded
through the aisles
sinus belt's tug of sky
velvet's entire sword
sleek chromes
of a rounded engine

the starved horizon
bent on gas fumes
and leaking blended light
thorns of a fur strewn balcony.

The ground hog searching the grass
is a brown spark
of divine light.
The branches that shadow him
continue outwards
in abounding grace.

Grubs flicker in soil
his green teeth
take them from
the mercy of the ground
his fur glistens with luck
til rain drives him under the ferns
and trembling bushes.

Thunder mounts the moist sky
an electric sleet
ticks at the windows
like an old machine.

Maybe the great labor never ends
as even the grain corrodes and cracks
behind a fan of muscle
chairs remain empty
locked in a clear glass room
rows painted and waiting.

Bodies bleeding out of the flower mound
slim exercise for everything and the color green
drum heads doubled up in the mushroom stalks.

Bronze eyed throwers
flayed with white mud.
Waves that curl at the tip
and pause alive as pen ink.
Furrows running that have spoke their depth
shipsides bending to the ancient life,
a cracked quartz
in the distant surface.

Ice ropes nipping at a glass hinge
living candelabra.

Souls washed up on a hot beach
or a silent peg
adrift in a newspaper office,
beast carrying my decorative belongings
over a faint hill,
and the cave mouth
slash of light at the entrance.

Armies in rows on each rib
vigilant in the bath tub.
Eyes in a peacock array
tracing wallpaper gold.

Sighted through the steam smeared window
many generations of man
and a hundred revolutions
and the last sneer
abed.

Tongues in a desert's ring of fire
cool to glass
roots coil around the snails
ruts begin to speak with wet dirt sides
berries cracked on the green snag's fringe.

My helmet's eggshell shard
is a bed for a snake
ribbon's lash for untied vapor
stalk's needle threading woolen vertebrae
the mouth on the steeple
swift movement in high hallways
and the circling bell
froth of the night sky
an electric glaze.

The rock seat nudges
separating parts
fruits bitten by the run of sap
a lunar sledge
latched in a lightweight briefcase
stuck to the ledge.

Sparks along the rim
horizon's reservoir,
streaking green and slashed orange
tumbling burnished rails,
fractal's cotton on the highway
the bead on a gem,
gloves folded beneath
a fallen chandelier.

Minnow galaxies
twitching rainbow eyes
over the beetle's wing path
silk of insect legs
in the seam of a leaf's palm
pincers flickering in white molasses.

Dial up bones
punched silk in a courtyard
skin's water boiling off
eyes floating in bronze tapioca
threads of blue fuel
pouring towards the alphabetized heart
the touch of liquid metal.

Stuck to an ascending wall
the tin spirits rise without roots
to the hemorrhaging sun
hot ink in the affected silos.

Wings transparent flick
across the cobalt sprinkled mica
checkerboard pipes vomit linoleum fangs
rippled ground's horizon window
an arrow's ocean
crawling vine's light.

Planets of water in bright
outskirts beyond the lens,
maps of radiant kelp
and electric vine
gloved ships dissolving
on bulbous atmosphere,
sculpted fire and fruit rain.

Wheels turning in a spine
of gelatinous links,
ink thread across
transparent hands,
the heated coils that scan
a farting android.

Lake floor rigged with tame explosives
knobs of a bobbing branch
tapping phantom ice.

The sky's burnt rug of lounging nudes
tracing disconnected headphones.

Fruits of a ringing bridge
a monument's scarf of moss
vibrating fireflies.

Stems of sharpened hollow glass
that puff gelatinous smoke
a news rack's mechanical climax.

Sheets of descending psalms
the hellish choir pouts
above a gluey hymnal.

Sun belt across the darkened water
wax highlight beam
shot through the kelp extensions
separating vapor.

Ragged slope's treaded onslaught of soil
tarred ears and eager holes.
Rolling glass gears and wheels
picking up their cousin sands
fiery figure eights on beaches.

Cobalt drums and cerulean rips
around the cardboard eyelash.

Closing credits projected on a brick wall
forms of flesh's perfection
showing tatters to the concrete seams
a forest's worth of swollen girders
two brass birds
dancing over a magnetic plate.

Vines incorporating curved skin
a droid's suit of milky thorns
wires rigged to mica on a row of rocks
an upturned plateau
glinting like a distant eye.

Fire in the evening overhead
the old pot smoker's
yellow eyes in the mirror
wood bench floating him high
with a brown breaded peanut sandwich
eyeglasses and guts in a bag
a fish scale footrest
sparkling galactic light.

A crane's split stomach
in the depths of a faded hand.
Candle wax surfaces
creased on a moving landscape.
Concrete ribs and limbs
against the thunderbolt blue.

Burned by images of renewal
and strengthened by decay,
the spirit climbs a pole to empty skies
halting electric strokes in mid-air.

Bubbles from a cracked skull
carry transparent sight
and the scent of hunter's blood
cascade of empty shells
swirling in mud-drenched water.

Nether lips glowing
from an octopus' beak
sucker arms athwart
skyscraper's sheen
whistling brain saliva.

Smooth fluorescent roads
headed for the cave heart.
Sorrows relinquished
to the beating waves,
the wings in the rib cage.
Dawns that eat the lunar surf
with a beard of fire.
Girders suspended by rubber bands
in a pause of wind.

A balance of claws
and chrome feet
that leaps a thorny bridge
vent grate tunnels
and widowed heat
the river's helicopter body
pounding a ring of webs.

Lettuce dressed with razor wire
the window that covers a wall.

Lakes ringed with reflective plants
humming human bodies,
washed-up wires twitching silver beads,
fences leaning on an echoing canister,
fibers wound close to bone
tied in buglike knots
water switching languages
humps of latex fur
throwing off eyes and holographic gauntlets,
paper trays in a gravy of blood
tracking silent blades.

Pepper seeds pulsing with metallic gnats
on a liquid table,
beetle wings' fingernail polish
flashing faceless talk
through a dark antenna
petrol's bulb of hair.

Tapioca roads
riding a volcanic canyon
feathers down glass highways
blinking words of pain
thorn lattices
that veil a stone terrace
lips of rippled screens
adding pyramids of chalk
to a frozen glaze.

Thinking of the parties of the past
those times and feelings are gone
and I don't want them back.

Too much beauty causes pain
too much pleasure brings sadness.
The tent that's left of my flesh
can only handle
a little light
at a time.

In the place where
whole peoples have
disappeared into the earth
I place my head
against the written stone
and cough a thousand wings.

Tables turned reflect
a hidden flame.

My craft and quiet art
goblet smashed in the twilight.

Cylinders of rubber script
riding hills of painted bodies
patchwork organs seeping yellow threads
the wet ribs of a parking lot
leaves flung to the dawn
stuck pulsing upon closed boxes.

Rings of ancient powder
reflecting distant forms
dirt paths on a chrome
linkage of tin roots
the subject's blood direction
and a flowering lash.

Dawns on a bucket's water
bundles touched by movement
that frays optic wires
moon's light on a handle's trigger
clean coursing through a rope of steel
the nude's fallen print on floorboards
night cloaked in shattered glass nerves

the sacred room is a chugging torpedo
steep folds and kinks
a penetrative chair
cloth snake at the edge
of a newsprint blanket
caked mug's razor attachment

chain linked mirror's fisted mouth.

Creamy wooden doorway
with salted eyebrows
open lips of the trunks
in an undulating mesh
bumpers rounded rusted chrome
paint antenna reaching number blinking
steel sign's inherited chalk
a rolling lane seeded with dust chaos
prints of a digital gash
rind bleeding distempered milk
a licked bowl's jagged rim
printing fever charts
the signature's one hair.

Sinks with dabs of dry mud
around the architecture's outer ramp.
Pipes running silt and bundles of slime
blades twirling in a high expanse
where spirits drop flaming boulders.

Swept-out rectangle rooms
chandeliers that dangle
dark roots and parsley
bent frame sipping a pipe
the herb's rippled ember.

My resonance coils
are working again: all earth
is oily fresh, a dew-struck
stone fence.  Wide leaves
ride against the gusts,
heat is reattached lightning.
The dim circuits of road signs
ooze into expanse
with a nexus green.

Rubber pads perch metallic motion
at the lips of a brick laid
waterfall.

When I lay slain in her flesh
and the wandering bulbs retreated
grids of bright wood
and gashed stone
of the mountain's peak
shook a connected wire.

Sheets of lakeside scum
twisted island spores
paint flecked piles of cracked shells
net's invisible hinges
path's lip of lactating mud
around a fish bone circuitry.

Cave mouth's iris
with descending hooks
plastic mold's ironic heat
where the sanctuary pops
a churn of liquid mineral.

Asleep in tin foil
and black velvet lining
bunks above rolling waves
earth cradled with transport
the running shoes print tar
around a satellite's outermost crust
leaping chasms with a wire
hooks and finger ladders
leaning salted walls.

Flat metals leashed
to green barrels
alleys bending straw
blades guiding a sunburst
the ghostly action of escalators
gloss antlers and their squads of ink
pulleys tied to pulp
constraining blossoms.

Craters from slate to soil
faint silica tracing
evaporated roots.

Fronds of tucked propellers
sucking the air and long sloping passages
down to an orange whirlpool.

Tacked-up days losing grip
upon rippling plaster
floating in a gutter that glows
stubbed resilient embers
and jagged vertebrae
the milk of thudding batteries
and sighing infant mouths.

Delicate blood cells plowing
a runway of blades.
Gills of the lid that turns
on a swollen fire.

Vault spreading at the hill top
leather pocket shine
collecting solar bodies
charcoal soap of the horizon
cracked eyes on a flapping screen
wigs dangling above a split stair
wheels jumping a velvet curb
trails of metal excrement
puking tiny forests
miniature falls and thin rivers
collapsing tin doors

maps of the circulatory spirit
riding blood in waves.

Diamond chip piles
sticking to the seven-story eyeglasses
skirting a ragged cliff
latex paint on the ascending bricks
chunks of blooming sod
glued to a sleeping treadmill
arrows of plastic moonlight
captured in mid transit
pink tails dripping from a bronze fist.

The season of lilacs has already ended
I hold a concrete corner and perch
a lashing sea in the blood of my legs
a row of seats beneath me
in the uninhabited temple's roar
teeth grinding and gold
long bones framing the skylight window
a hammock of sex weight
breaking on a hollow deck
in a nimbus of bird shell
tight cage of sunlit brains
crushing worlds of seed
with the blades of a rocking chair.

The dunghill's reverberation
sends me cakes and whistles
slick servants of a ruined heart
tacking skin to benches

wet bananas on concrete steps
a circling crib
rust and rubber going to shadow
the chains of light and night time

drawer's open for counting
fingers and hands
white shirted yellow grins
the rainbow slash of poppy seed
over a ragged deck
one gem lit pen on a milk can
faint clouds leashed
to a motionless chair

sunrise waiting on cracked wooden sills
to prickle fangs and dip worthy hands
a protected broom.

Glass bubble stung roads
the bite marks on small hills
fields flapping abundant color
a footprint's little streams
a headphone walk high
through the falling trees
sharing breath with rock
and reignited water
vagrant nest of leaves
on the carved mud
receptive wires
throughout the drowning cell
cracked icicle ropes
the rim of a forest's cake
suds of some dim bathroom
where I look out
from alleys of time
to a dawn no longer waiting.

Punched loose from the fabric
one windy night
never came back from around
the dresser corners and sweater arms
lips speaking to limbless movement
chair positioned in the hilt of the rocket's thrust
I am a grain storm's
rigged side of dusk on fire.

Parenthesis tip the water bug's path.
Slim girders of an iron road
tucking light down to its wrapper of rock
and cloth licked frame
form's rake
pole-vaulting the grave-hole.

Extra terrestrial birds
sky's thin wires of transparency
lips pressed to the blinking screens
a high blue light
in the chestnut rafters
the ribs of a water tank
electrifying a two handed drum
fluting a smoke tainted throat
from the raunch of a high room
the breeze that assembles children
limbs of an assimilating road
collecting crates of colored light
and black neon
padded turf
amongst the flying arrows
armchairs for a velvet war.

The spread basin echoes
tires crunching faint mass
where the shovels heap
diamond salt and disintegrated pepper.
A light-flash in the guts
mapping acid battery
the trap of connecting lids
an infertile tongue.

In my gauzy temple
errors poleaxed to the dead wind
a torn set of ribs
and a worn voice
thrashing the fan
the spill of soil on ancient tile
somewhere above.

Glinting pedals past
the stalled trucks
blade scratching a white road
bitches line the guardrail
cheering this last whisper
of a bright red headed pimp ass
thatched into the old brickwork
a thousand grains of sand screaming.

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.