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

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

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

Airplanes circling in fog
earth's roboticized surface.

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

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

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

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

FURTHER

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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