Ripped spleen overcoat
leaking masks to metal roads
grates opening across the underground sky
an eye's hook to catch
curves of mineral colors
a burst head dangling flags
rings of tattered light
whirling around a stone center.

Ladling green
the long handled terraformers
carving gelatin land and sea sparks
soaring reefs from the shadow growth
long fangs of extinct energies
reaching the clouds.

Broken eyes in glass taps
the staring foam
reflects a demonic mating dance
scuffed floors flickering
in undulating glaze
the wire squares bending
outward into circular ooze.

Popcorn bodies and chattering chips
the milked recessive orators
turning on their leather stools.

Handles that crack in the night
above flushing drain pipes
the grave's ulterior gas
and the arc of space.

Slender paths in time
gripping the roots they snake through

knives across a plate
letters dancing space
the programmed rot of ages
smoke coiling against a high wall
scattered sheaves of meaning

the human race is a prison
chugging through tender soil
silver wax metallic fangs
protruding from a file cabinet smile.

Wagons of steel on the fleshy spine path
bone chains chugging through erupted soil
the melted underground vessel
a fist of sand with ringed fingers
surviving cloudy hooks.

Hilltops in kaleidoscope's crescendo
a rain of fractured light
chipping away at bright rocks
the slime of slender foliage.
Amphibians hopping around
through dusty gloves
the prodded ground shat up
bronze bubbles of green throats
the song of the honking dark.

Thuds from a levitated pool
the shark in bikini shorts
cleaning his vein-specked teeth
with radiant newspaper.

Turf undone by running rails
worms perched on a sailing rock
bright segments of a space ship
drifting into patterned steel.

The prow of a glacial mountain
rigs glittering in the ditch
dug out for planting electric seed.

Cords whispering over blank land
for the screaming ax
taut skins a bone beaten blur
hoops and feathered blades
bouncing over the oceanic morning.

Plants of a wire fed
to the sunburst mosaic.
Rings of captured harmony
rearranging boulders.
Makers of the sex image
intertwined on a tin blanket.
Roman pipes of clay
through the American streets
melded with growing air
and outer space.

Cemeteries of the quilt
the moss on family names
incorporating static.

The formula for silence
a leaf hidden signature
body of bronze deceit
smoking in the grass.

Fringe on the balcony
hacking the breeze
ferret's gaze in marble.

A chessboard face
that closes on a closet
mirror.

Dominoes tugging a thread of light
across the centerpiece.

Muck's mouth casing a sunrise
myself polishing my weapons
in the window's favorite chair.

A pinnacle of green bulbs
forecasting glass
above the stone clouds.

Tapped-out electrical outlets
echoing through the ear hairs
of a million fucked customers.

Screens with their nude frequencies
carving out the forehead's
third iris.

Tides in a hall of red lights
surf's whirlpool of dirty mirrors.

Sap's rage and its tomahawk light
splitting the tunnel's end
the open dark of space
and its funnel for fettered language.

Glass beads of shattered wings
from the porcelain artifact
tinkling down deserted chutes
of an empty water park
fronds beating against the dust
on a plastic window
abandoned jawbone and fangs
chained down to the vibrating ground.

Solar flares flickering through
a ring of eyeballs
screens tilted to collect the sweat
of a human earth, plates buckling
in a flexible skull.  Hooks pointing
through the amphibian mouth,
the shore's fiery progress.
The top of a mountain path
blossoming with fallen light.

Slamming trash can doors
the fertile corkscrew
popping in a vacant wall of foam.

The farts of the powerful ring out
across a chrome auditorium
the congratulated animals cheer
canyons of numbered buttons
and severed fingers
compacted in the surge.

Rockets of mummified skin
colliding with latex sunsets
hot stems releasing flaxen seeds
to rot in the seething ground.

Words made dead and meaning diluted
the froth of a sanctified wound
spewing complex pus.

A gash in the celestial fabric
threads tied to the printing press
the knockwurst of righteous bodies
devoured by a carnival mouth.

Stacks of lip syncing cheese
affirming one anothers'
spiritual emptiness
red rugs on green fields
rolling up.

Treeline curves blossoming
like oil in water
the dark air over the highway
circles of painted lines
that can't be seen.

Rows of mouths
on a billboard reef
puffing submerged exhaust
rails of a skeletal head
dancing on magnetic wires.

Houses on a bed of stilts
leaning with a chill wind
painted by bright red spores
the deterioration of a shit kicked evening's
electrified screen of amps.

Doorways drawn to the moon
waves that slap the rocks
the tea leaves of deep forests
stove ring's kettle sending ropes of vapor
the ash printed grooves
of a brick seat.

Hilltop's curb of reflected echoes
the coal stain of fractured diamonds
pathways ruled by vacant wheels
rinds of the starry night's
material machinery.

Pyramids of cherry pits
in the hands of desert sands.
Polished wooden rings
shimmering around a stone planet.
The decks of empty ships
eating purple clouds.

Fangs in a severed arm's decay
become a body of teeth
shores lit by the tongues
of spreading oil.
Canoes across an open throat
that slashed at the sunrise.

Gills for a chunk of lava rock
the lumpen mouth and hard coal eyes
of a seed that swims away.

The groundhog's all puffed up with death
his scurrying rush has ended
fat next to the highway.

Turned over by schoolchildren's shoes
string tied to his spine
the helium-fed colors
of a birthday balloon
frozen symmetry of four paws
evaporating in daylight.

Paths and the paint of skin
coming off the warped terrain
eyes closed above the open mouth
cones clacking on the quiet tree's
cacophony of branches.

The balloon skin land
spiderweb cracked by
blood rain of birds
amp's pack of dirt
and the ear bones
riding sound waves
ripped concrete's tide
of corroded kisses
fresh stems welling up
in fire light cut sharp
the cannibal mercies
of the dance crowd
pecking and lurching
aiming rigged up bodies
and fragile hands
rubber sticks and stirrups.

Sheets of cold rain
on the plastic wrap
surrounding painted gardens
pine shadows across stain decks
writing a shivering image
bent light on the fountain's pinnacle
topping a hair cut hill
roots frothing and snapping
in the capped soil.

Dust blasted thorns
crawling around brick corners
slats of rain pounded red paint boards
the fungal sunrise
spores on colored latches
cracking metallic flowers.

The fallen airplane's gash
filled by a pond
bronze runway's circle of acid light
dancing thick brown water.

Tall waves reflecting
the lightning's bodily form
the gel between joints
a window breathing
vent's gush of vacant air
meeting the sash of organic matter
surf's leering fingers
that trickle across the corner sun.

Long grasses stuck to the pane
a hurricane in blown-out eye sockets
from some other moon.
Lank ferns draped on shale
the maple's corresponding unit
limp space tugged into lines
star's grid above cubes of wheat
treetop's sprig of wires.

A doorway in the soaring clouds
melting oily chains
to a floor of green
the laugh's last vapor.

The sky bull charges
through the stratosphere of my skull

for a moment I face without fear
the worms and the ants
tunneling throughout the grimacing remnant

a sheathe of daylight
comes down to adorn me
I stand in a strand of hair
and bleed from a burst follicle
the daylight's thoughts:

a rose petal cushion
adrift with anchor
on a liquid metal river's cusp
headed for waterfall

the dry syringe of the shore
a pumped moon
ailing hands that make the fire
singing above the empty cups
with a mouth of cut tongues
the brazen remainder
of life's ascent from slime
with no hat to tip
or lipstick to put on,
a wig of knives
with divine eyes
automatically blinking.

Bolts gushing from my mouth
fall on icy grass:
a spool of floating oil
splices them together
close to the magnet heart.

The earth quakes through
a throne of pebbles
moves bricks beneath
an antique pen.

Bending forests harness
the lassoed ink
and short circuit
my rib cage.

The incomplete bones sing
to the overwhelming sea.
An elfin touch fires my skin cells
blood rockets me over the trees

a set of barbecued lips
stains the rearview.
And a cobweb of abandoned thoughts
bursts into healing flame
from instant to instant.

Two forms of elongating bone
linked by ragged strands
sunlit chains and strips of rubber
long paths by the river side
exploding into zones of spores
docks tittering with bottled milk
a swan's mask of zipper tags

arcs of racing light
far beyond the planet.
Wheat shade in its rain of pins
bark's lisp from the trunk
in crashing waves
knobs gleaming as a choir
eggs riding piano wire
clock hand swimming
through running seed.
Triangle from deep space
a wedge of buffalo sun spots

feather strands painted into a cliff
by a polar wind
houses on sticks
with tattered streamers
cooing to the machinery of cards
that slapped them upright.

Finery of stitched
and grinning flesh
felt tipped sunrise
twitching on the bathroom tiles.

Racks of split wood in rows
leaning at the path sides
the faces under snow
and ashen dust.

Fur streaked ice
oil blossoming like linen.

Vine grown armchairs
levitating in the lunar haze.

Golden fringe
of the scratched
charcoal smiles.

Spring's gardens of winter
adrift in the yard
stalks drawing
undisturbed air.

Rock whipped paths
that circle what has bloomed
and departed.

Radiant dark
of the earth
that hides fire.

Chains in a glaze of rust
link's baby fingers
drawn apart by the dense
clay moon.

Cathedrals streaked with
barnacles and moss
the paint badge of lichens
alive on the steeple's aim
and lint stabbed organ
tail fondling stinger and fang.

Over the ruts and runnels
globe theaters of bouncing light
I see the breath of youth come out of you
like a waterfall of leaves.

Hammocks of hanging scum
shivering slime ropes
worms tapping of the star that shuts
above our swing set.

A myriad nude suicides
wrapped up in long gone partners
plastic damp chains and the lash
a velvet siege
worshiping the cracks
in a rounded scape
deep earth with a ring of tongues.

The frozen yard extends
through tripled towns,
immortal stations glazed
with petrol, milk, water
and smashed eggs,
rubber wheels turning
above a silver cylinder

the curving gaze
of a catapulted body
silk slips and furry needles
piled branches coated with
adhesive spray.

Orbs with layered cores
descending a cobweb universe
cracked ladders of a falling sun
the filthy harbor
of discarded celestial tools
a ring of gas reflecting
new light among the mirror jars.

Awe's crown
over the cracked ember
where too much ironic distance
has crept up between man and himself
and the forest leaps,
and the tug sharpens

an oceanic bubble leaks
through fissures of a thousand cliffs
the chairs set in silent circles
upon unoccupied lawns,
an ashen grid creaking
empty spires ripping
into knotted clouds

damp hand on a calm antenna
gems lit to the cloth bound cave.

Carts of labile fiber
and plant life
holding a lantern,
nets of gloss
and high-frequency eyes,
puddles of blood tar
curbed in well trimmed circuits.

Roads of rogue mercury ice pines,
frozen grapes contracting
in the ink-drawn belly.

Lonely at the sink, the sill,
the dust-fringed bottle.
Lines going out like spider silk
from the door of the unwritten object.

A green shaft
moves the tin dishes
aside.

Suds of the open pantheon
flow around the inhabited
forms.

Red light on the clay drain
sucking the back yard
the buzzed branches naked
with inscribed stone.

Rod of gold bundled brushes
handcuffed by the shower head's
water.

Chain oil shadow scratched
garage mouth sunrise

gleaming cuts in the flank
of hillside manor

metals trickling from the gashed cave mouth
whirlpool birdbath and beard wrapped moon

satin cuffs for the eye scraper
tucked in velvet blades

a stunner sat on moss
and the electricity croak

turned out hollow globes
all around that gravestone sanctuary
granite's marble door.

Fringe of the jagged chrome
milk dripping from a blade's handle.
Cream's flame stitching a cobra's neck
bones glued to sandy light.

Slithering rivulets among the bronze grass
the nostrils linking wide responsive fields.

A god of gold wheat
riding his potato anus
across the ripped corn,
muscular arc of architectural hallucination
without a bicycle's knotted movements
or the gaseous pout
of an engine.

A tiny, bitter tank
rolling the tongue's carpet

the smashed port holes
of a sinking helmet.

Rolling bark of tree trunk's buttocks
the dance of a thousand crotches
advancing an Egyptian facade.

Coins that jingle in the throat
photos burning the cave wall.

The calf print on empty china
lips winking on the stem's blender
bricks melting across
an absorbent lid.

Urn of the ashes I am
clear night til morning.
A crumpled brow
spitting out eyes on the pillow.
Taffy of pummeled days
laser-lit travel options.
Grace of the electric grid
wheels folding up
into the high bellies.
Cane of the statue that taps
at the end of my hall.

A bucket seat at the dock's end
one pole for reluctant fish
the language of the anchor
seared layers of prewrapped dawn
a cloud's colonic pen.

Stabs of the marked highway
cottages sliding down an open wave
light beams bursting from clattering boards
images of the oven inside the body
fangs trickling with blue heat
green life bundled within the torso
fence posts landing on pock marked concrete
a cloudy face of bees tapping a tower's windows
offices climbing on a steel rod and
panoply of fans
where the air goes to die.

Reams of jailbait hair
coming out of the twitching
medium.  Tar pouring
from the lipstick red mouth.
A chance to light up oblivion
with the orgasm chief.

Cars crashing beside her
as ocean waves crack
den windows and
vines of the ocean
form ladders on the
tilting decks.

Slabs and wedges of the animal
that runs and is caught
moving a mop's head
over the mirror tile.

Charms of the blue circuit
afloat on a brown wing
the plight of active stars
denied by unblinking network

mirage of windows
in the peak rock

overflowing lines
through height curbed grass
the deep embedded glow
of nestled shacks

shadows dripping
from the fire's illusion
stiff wings of a landed twig.

The ledge parts
on a nearly vacant room
one slight stool and thick table
tools to manufacture the daylight
one wig and drag dress
in an over painted corner
a heap of words
coagulating to the point of a spear
my perfumed and lacquered solitude.

Leaving books and films aside
to watch the fleeing clouds
over a bulb notched sky
creatures of the air
flipping and reaching.

Stuck to a zooming chair
vibrating by particles of water
blanketed like pencil lead
in the blade carved wood.

Chimney poke the propane tank sunrise
pitchfork teeth above the boarded over milky way
long body's limbs of train cars clacking like nutshells
across a leather string
the treadmill blanket's moccasin feet
padding in a wreckage of needles.

Seat crushed turf
halved pomogranates
glinting at the knife released light.

Skies of dancing wheels
and parasitic vapors
honey trails on the fog-lit hills
the sacred plastic
guarding septic millstones
walls of granite graves
descending pine doors

the bird eggs of a crashed helmet
and feather glue of tight knit hatchlings
the glow of a statuesque guard
at a lakeside gathering of candles

roof peaks aiming
for the pebbled ceiling.

Wind-torn throes of polished rock
and haircut paths
poison parted gashes
streaming from egg burnt moss
rut's army of newts
from under a log
the glimmer of regrown bodies
lichen coated bark
in a granite hand
wood's grid of newspaper strongholds
flames digging in cut leaves.

Back yard's wishing well of ant blood
bird bath of fertile acids
the vines pouring from a landed planet
following its rubber coil.

I'm spelunking in the king's tower
when the thin smoke carves it away

in the square lit markets
they're selling my memories
back to me at a discount rate

the kaleidoscopic gravity
of the palace walls
ink dribbled jewel cases
platform aglow with articulate synergy
the rain tap of falling coins
fresh knives of ice upon the tarp
that guards the goblet of my skull
while it swims.

Black night's wages
of the silver lake
curb's licking grain,
spilling aluminum cans
into the covenant,
rinds coughed
over the undulating boards,

a boat with many shelves
feeding the deep rock,
thick jelly shielding
encapsulated lights,
the cracked shell mending
a fertile hinge,
shovel's turn of a raw murmur

tongues of wet clay
waking the immovable
trope of bones
for the fish in the eye hook's bramble.

Fate should take my mask

as many have, leaning
down by the stone

scriptured wanderings
that inhabit marrow
without an imprint

and that imprint darkened,
long roads from the scribbled birch

planks landing from a scanning beam,
stunned blinking from the desert
with religious personalities,
to be beheld as fiction.

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.