Filth hag, eating soap

from the poison river.

Long hands of rope

with a brick tail.

Currents of blood and salt

that fly over.  A veil of screams.

Trees lashing at a hard blanket.

Hovering ships whose beams cry out

for conscious water.

Vessels of outer mind

moving through matter.

A diamond lit horizon

creeping over smoky hills.

The tipped hat of tall things

nudging at the dome

of universal cancer.  Bulbs exploding

to reach the fetid void.

A plane of sorrows dissolving

into violet steam.

In a shining island of spit

I reached for my snarling keyboard

to see the pictures of the toy

they'd put up

on melted walls

with a raining ship

trying to decipher

the lines of blood

a skeleton pulled up

on the steering wheel

and slapped the clouds into orbit

the pellet stung parades

waiting for the spear event

drinking the dark vinegar.

Build the bridge over the volcano

whispers the vertebrae.

Stack metallic ribs

throughout the oozing vapors.

Hurl my headgear

into a catacomb of wires.

Lift my jaw piece to the third eye

swirling with a hideous echo.

When the apple catches

the tree's wrath

let the branches crackle with fury

and descend to the roots.

They are outfitting me

for the jaws of death.

A tunic of melted plastic

guides my bones

to a rotten door.

Cemeteries of laughing

and sucking neon

travelling through

the mirror's rear view

stones gathering on a bead of light

flung back to the galactic seed.

The swooning enemy

who knows my name

seducing from a ragged curtain

the sparks of a yielding creator

and a sentient earth.

Stacked on waves that have

their spidery womb,

a redundant lightburst,

two fingers that come out

from the pursed lips

faltering in granite.

Under the spray of crashing worlds

electrified blood

bones gnawing at shrunken air

the desk and fountain crater,

light goes back to its socket in space,

the strum of a beaten torso

makes a fist of the defiant head

peering from a hand crafted ledge.

Broken by thermometer

gassed on the trail

a lonely morsel

sky gobbled and rain struck dumb

slabs of black matter

that absolve the fire

floating through the gelatin thoughts

of a disappeared creator

bumping the star system

carving hollow wood

the decider of a lifetime

perched in a mouth of losses

jostled by the orbit's laughter

a porn king in a ring of rags.

Grief slapped on the dock like a cargo

the stink and winking light of a corpse

bus station.

Magnified leotards dancing

on the fated rush

painting dark tunnels

with electricity.

The spreading dome

with its battles.

Air compared

to mercury.

In the shadow's rim

in the riot of men and women

one settled cause.

Staggering in the tiled rooms

with a burden of metallic cloth,

feeling the aisles quaking

where the streets and valleys

go distant,

reeking in a vein of

nothingness' descent.

Eyes bubbling in the ceiling

that follow the chimney of hate

we are pumped into with music

and every fizzing planetoid

painted on the chess board's darkness

with a scar of hearts

my bucket's eclipse

handle of the great dipper gleaming.

Dove hands to catch hail

mercy's radiant road

unfolding from the trash machine.

One voice in a cone of concrete

pushing to the inlet's light.

Slopes of the dammed river

racing with the dusky engines.

Crashing moons that bury

the faulty serpent

disconnected lakes.

In the near cavern

a fount of operations

behind a silver curtain

glinting with liquid transparency,

threads traced into the rock face

running to pockets of dim water,

nudes on a cliff's upper lip

blood sprockets

diving into the breach of echoes

reborn with a synthetic sneer

charcoal eyes in a wood slat

blinking from the pebble floor

where mineral colors mix like paint

and the exit flares.

On the paved outcropping

where I laid my cloth matrix

with twin movements of rubber

past the rusted tanks

in their web of branches

windows curving from the near beyond

that shields an unseen journey

from its jagged rails

at the pinpoint of plaster mapped longing

scrubbing the paint from full wounds.

Rainbow topped missile of snow

pushing the pride of her hair

back from a musky veil

tendrils of the ceiling dweller

wires dancing in a corner

the scheme of a powdered ape

light's hub of parking plateaus

vines gripping a chair leg

silk bolting across the frozen sky

in a rim of the tilting goblet

heaving with our giantess

her shelf of unkept promise

my cloud imagining jewels.

Twerking in potato sacks

the hot mamas continue

dashboard open to the night sky

cruising the horizon's underside

I roll into pasture smoking

and let the moonstruck stars

slowly go

c'mon light give a last gasp

as the fog grasps the docks

and the inert furs glisten

let my yearning cover the rock

that blooms with moss

and the fern's pine rug

to be rolled upon in reflection's

relentless distress of sight stretched

to the claw kept in a chest of drawers

carpet suit upright in the closet

a cemetery of guitar picks

snowing on my sleep

in the pond of echoes

sloshing through the cell's reaping

gape of defunct gravity

escapee's wig of spiders

foot's lurking and unknown door.

I'm riveted to the pattern

of things I will soon

be left out of

watching sky lines in mutation

from the dim perch

of a straw chair

tapping at the pierced can's

insidious music

soaked on a flat stone

scraping lips of earth

at the corner of

a replicating monument

putting up the jellied aglow antennae

blood's pulp in a shrinking nest

strung letters to an open mouth

buttons of an oven's mask

in plastic talking.

The rib of man dangling on a line

too much tumult to wedge

neatly into a moment

dawn with vapors of clay

and copper wires

singing on the fallen flesh

of a last party

paper mouths across glass tables

calling in their mutilated array

one companion

shrunken to a chair

his lion's head on woolen sticks

that move the illustrating chimneys.

The length of days on granite

stretching to meet a far gone light

cells clustering on a frenzied line

rails eating tar pit caves

past the fields of liquified embers

form crouching on an empty rock

the spray of engine washers

turning in a distant cubby

square mouth of the subway's exit

the bark of a tarnished way.

Stuck to your rambling shards

adrift in the cancerous afternoon.

Wandering under a neon star

playing the resurrection game.

Piercing a veil of colossal eyes

above the tin skeletons.

When the door breaks

you will be standing on a curb

of silent traffic.

As the snoring of a dead time

invades the field of the living

and their tired dancers.

Your crane spine

will be holding an obelisk

the shine of narcotic streets

ablaze in your array of faces

flying to the open verse

a machine gun telephone

crucified to your deck of cards

port of the open way

calling wide and calling.

Bridges thawing that collapse in light.

Clearings of the valley branching

through a goblet.

Wheels eating lunar gravel

over a roaring mountain.

Prairies of the one who waits

the final indecision.

Ants crawling the outside

that lay in the cleft

of an escaped river

the dawning rock.

Trying to get it right this time

as the trash doors close.

The cliff's top

reaching temperamental stars

a seat of pursed flowers

ghost's form looking over the edge

where it hovers in laughter.

Slates gushing with moss

a cracked path

winding to the alley

in a faint midair.

Fuckpot on slatternly Saturn

riding the flung dust and reflective fibers

doors floating around the hallowed cubicle

of a gone worker

adrift on the linoleum suds

of another forced location

breath among the long straws

telling its baseball story

ledges of pouring cliffs

that unfold around a vast eye

pinnacles of wheat in winter

thoughtful on piles

of venomous ice

plumes bursting from the rock of hearts.