light herds
lamb molecules against
stems of fading vein
blade leaf to quilt skin
for life in the hollow
of a shark's flank
twist hands together
on an infant breeze
cement gazes
twin droids on the scape
of a dry wing homing

openfaced trailer to the hot rain
exaltations openmouthed for machines
stabbing an elbow's mouth,
fern girl swingset girl
twitch bones against mid-air horizon,
cloud stage aloft for bridges
strung across the back of a grandfather moth,
one fleck of youth
to cough in the breadbowl

pharmacy vaseline, holiday snare
lased across the whip birth
of a moon on lakeface granite
glued down upon beyond's grey,
field forced piping new
englands to the dawn mutandis.

just to see several faces above a sidewalk--
many will try to beat you
with a mop, with a drying rack,
with a serving spoon--them through
the years writ of their menace-love
move--you stunned in shoes of air
on uncracked concrete--nobody
will ever speak again, let's hope
your tongue in a glass moving

their smiles firmly on the map
your grin floating elsewhere's hallwayed
nobodybody--hurt or speak, stuck unspeaking
the branches above are below, hedge-thorns
on all sides scraping at tunnels
fresh created a realm where
nothing you put into your form
will work upon it, breathtank strangers
visa-versa--as each ice cube holds a tadpole

THE RICH MINE GRASSY HIGHLAND
OF PLASMA

you live under a smokestack going berserk
sunlight comes soft and easy of climate
cradle emitted by some female moths
cuts a core into the end of the dial
instead of soaking into the earth.
Their majestic crowns on the water
of a humdrum lamp or lighting fix
your mascara rubs off or it becomes a gas)
for water pumped over its gill of sutured tissues

thus the spent blood stream glassy-smooth
found nine dark fringed segments of its tail
acid secreted visible in jagged mass,
expose 000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,
000, 000,000,000,000,000 bare of trees
meteorites lying close together
on the medicine that bears his name withdrawn,
exactly the blade of your eye
and the teeth larger, these tiny animals
the record is filled from its usual pink
to a rich red floor, glowing corals melt
more at the bottom, he has made drab wild
flowers spread in gorgeous wafer-thin slices,

tied himself into a mariner's knot, lilac artery
tubing and boil tube rubber gut
can be the more important being:
afternoon with good light long-leaved
slit longitudinally, cleaned, and twisted
the long, long journey from darkness into the air
in the bubble, clearing, wings quivering
and glowing like fat thistles shot of swans
held in place by a coat on each side of its body,

the white, velvety light every morning
twin golden patches of bare glamour girl down
from the surface, sent out by other tiny swimmers
or shooting a mess to press slightly
into the pocket; sensitive hairs and toads,
vibrations on the front of the plumage
when the sun sheds its spots

let the roads rise up and topple upon me
like skyscraper shells
mounds of tremble green
throughout unpainted city
raw beams and naked stone
surf undertowed to an eyeless cave
let my fingers from the mouths of toads
transport a shiver through the bellies
of fish who don't know
sadness or the cuts
that coral leaves on awkward feet

fox smiles in the fog mist
of Saturday's national air,
bricked doorways stucco'd surroundings
blinked out down to a red stoplight
aimed in alien shaft across
a small man in brown plaid
with a tiny brown bottle
clenched in teeth-ringed fingers,
grass money protruding wild
flower from the front pockets,
remote button eyes, the breath
of palms upon the weary wind's
television circuit.

fox smiles in scorched hair pretty
as real apocalypse, in a famished dress
flinting far dreams against
the ailing springs, snakes in her mind
like the threat of an engine oil spider.

fox limps out of the garage, a pure xerox
of winningly flawed teeth, the titter
of raven feet and squirrel activity
fluttering against the sheen
of a projected world, the look in the eyes
of a whole place in time dying out
among the basket strainers of reason.

it's all a seizure of windows,
open business everywhere & tailwind aching
colors to be with convenience you
torn posters of dragonfly staring away
streetside kidflowers,
knocking doorframes empty
for a child's name spraypaint

what microphone'll have you wet & naming
the vacancy groaning it's all
a keyboard of blank nametag titties
screaming photo photo photo
tank of wet brightnesses
ripped stones broadcasting sheet of dead wind
on faces of a river flocked names
mirror deciding you're motionless coins
the town fountain wishing you expired
sleepless for social security weeks & passed out
parkbench printed across the T-frame
of helpless visage in crimson sought anarch,
one hundred year old penny stuck
to the peace of an exposed rectum.

pleasure sleeve, denial of morning
cum on the eyelashes stunned
afternoon is a spaceship
where the leader makes speeches
drone mouth reciting society twilight
shit paragraph after paragraph
I want to smoke until the fog of the world
becomes obvious I want to drink
until the last friend turns the shades closed,
play forehead pianos
floods into sleep the unworld that worships
the fear of death, a barstool connected
to a television agitates tailbone lust I'll get up
feet on the glass of a cracked pinball
machine scrotal sac hung low
to warm the plastic everything
of a jukebox's case we'll eat meat
all day and drag the river for more
I'll lock my lips around your exit buy
you firm corporate tobacco cylinders
with my best looks the redneck
has no gun behind the counter eats
radio programs for breakfast cereal
I possess you to plunge my elbow hand
through the newscaster's chest TV
and make him necktie fuck me
hard in a steel fenced workbreak garden
feel the soul's ultimate slither up
and down within intestinal casing
apartments open wide to the new day
rug combed kneecaps lashed leather
skin tattooed with rented mailbox fangs
I'll grab the officer this is all talk officer
blank the headlines over your mind head
whole skaters find linoleum
coated thin with semen shine
the long bulbs, a flowerpot in outer space
could think harder to ram a deli into the government
sprint for ages on moneyed landscapes
you'll be invincible hardware
you'll make me wish I had invented god
you'll make me regret not being one
or two billion and imagining toilet paper first
the mascot for cancer, in sunglasses

MOTHER WORLD COMPUTERS
DISPATCH TRAINS
TO POLISH YOUR SKIN

childless females consort with receivers
on the ice, laden with moisture
weeping in thin layers the angel of salt
tortured the zone of perpetual darkness
under a blanket of sand, at the deepest sunspot
tiny resisters of gravity tumbling close to red,
dark stones and a triangle bolting it whole
in bulbs of ancient color with long fingers
anchor their thorn on tough stalks kick food,
dangerous splashes of air fling doors with locks
in sodas of vomit the gauntlet of the winds
with the great cupped ear
wrapped in crimson whips of security
telescoping raw beltline building magic tubes
brutes of half pried the lid off a big wooden box
finding the diary of exterminators
the oldest layers strung out thousands
in razor-led multitudes of bleached haircut
tenants fingernail-torn outside eggs
were taken flock mates fronds of sturdy
rock tunneled between
neighbors in striped cactus glasses
a tough rod wrapped in elastic tissue
pollen in its older layer shedding flaking
the scales of adolescent excitement
young black-headed gulls who take the glue
of excrement against their aching gums
gossamer jellyfish pulsate straining
claws built by water salt eyes strange
against the fiction of carbon female
digger wasp, higher-slung animal
with loins sculptured bone homeless on sofa
touching the pizza place,
stung his central cavity,
in which spices mix the problem stomach
with stern momentums of civil rights, colliding
with an outer edge of the splash cascading
eyes bled sorry for the waterfall
upon the edge rocks of the last ribs suck age

PLEA

stay here with my body hard while
the ghost of all my thrills
goes hunting deep
in all the paint-cracked walls
let the milk of a spider's heart
run an I.V. through my navel
where the cord was pinched off

let the benches run thick
with vines and white green grapes
in the hot cathedral of my only spires

say to ribs I leave so far behind
that you are my book of stairs
at the end of all this ascending silence
there will be a descending scream
of our perished word and all its dying worlds
let me be veined and free

INTERCESSOR

vibrating its wings
in the slim corridors of a petting camp
he is weeping silk, linen, wire and catgut
for faces of expectant cashiers
superimposed on the sufferings
in love of his beloveds, flaps of forehead skin
soothed into their faucet poses
amongst the murdered whir of a barbecued airport,

uprooted, their valves and stops and oceans to change form
where in the womb of a third life
a whole sun follows their pathways
behind a police woodpile, worm gut,
horsehair, and the eyespots of moths,
desexed in the belly of the generator
as fountains of timber cannot do with human beings, he prays
with all his elbows on tar for our dying priests
frockless to widen the runway
rapidly while facing accumulation of tongue lava
by those ignoring the moon who speak against us,

the torso of a dragonfly god
crashes millisecond canyons
where our screens are off, swordfish in tubes,
buried in the red clay
mated with a sliver of charcoal,
kissing in each knot
the cells of your shocked being.

the orbs lit of life and death
doves and pigeons parked on supermarket walls
numb shoppers are friends missing each other
girl in an orange bright raincoat
goes into her mouth with little blunt scissors
& says: look, a salamander

why sunspots, why edible green

cemeteries openmouthed

automotive angels, nubile tongues
deep in ruby-throated flowers
sidewalks nippled wiith hailstones

why thought, movement, lips
dumb kittens grazing on potted grass

kitchens pouring

I am the angel of death
you can fill in my other categories later
scoop sand onto the precipice
which I inhabit

with 51 pounds of rubber bands
strung around my headdress
my oxygen tank starts
where my eyeliner's attached

I am the angel of death
saucepan poised over the flame
in the cheapest apartment
lysergic eyes roving through
the goods of a dark workplace

newspapers forearm wrapped
the spine of a fish
call me from where you live
I'll trace the line backwards

through a field of wet grass
cemetery bench on a toppling
peak of dead beercans
lichens rub lipstick raw
a dollar melts in my paw
foreseen from the porch
I am the angel of death

consoles stained with blood
within the cemetary forehead,
I'll be waiting, you dress
to find out what force
unlaced my wings, wrap me
in the net of my instruments
droning, remember the costumes
standing between us melt off
in the last stunned light
of vertical starburst, you put forth
your lips on a long tendril
from the blood core to support
my alien insides, help me with hands
and feet to find a bright path
up the bedroom wall
where you'll chandelier to greet me,
circuits strung tight and tender
around the cunt smog in my lungs,
seed catching in the eyelashes
that flicker from a liquid
of fine curved belly, ashen birds
peripheral to my tunnel stare
in flocks of your deathless reach
emerging.

long poles of light spread
on bright water to float small ducks
out of another dimension
breast feathers floating in oils
they break in tight formation past
terror which they do not know
of the bread thrower
in a bashed volkswagon
the owner's slept in
day and night knuckles
fast on the crust to share
with the sky diamond of compact water
slicked
birds not made to lift
him

shave dust from the sides of your soul
until you enter cool hell,
let's cover our twigs in butter
and go out to the garden of the frail girl
we'll beat her and beat her and beat her
together until her stripes become our bodies

watch bark water squirm
around few trees, magnetic storms
turn everyone's bathing suits yellow,
I'll take a vitamin hatchet
to the gates of the ancestor's forehead
and let the zoos spill out
into the air, turn the pipeline criminal

more and more you'll feel
refrigerated vacancies in the crying halls
of all memory, laughing absence of angels
like grandma everyone drowning her face
in the parlor's ultra expensive fishpool

spray non-metal silver on your ribs
until you radiate bicycle, branches nudge
your dream-tanks on bulging sides,
the dream of the sweet totalitarian,
the dream of a fuck with everyone,
the dream of tiny elevators oozing
through a fecal radio station,
dreams that are all bacon and newspaper,
the final dream which will be rung
by a disc mouth on plinking teeth
through the phone line superstore
from the infinite of a foam cup while everyone
falls down

bright owl pages
mailbox up the ass
stone naked in a garden
oysters on clay
copper fingernails, cinema poster
rusted sky, indoor & outdoor pianos,
she's allergic to airports,
left a vaseline cleft stain
on the fabric of the front seat,
we'll throw our pennies together
into the crusty throat
of our old hometown,
where we swallowed a swingset,
where our feet & hands became seafood,
the eyes from pine books
stop turning when the car crashes
the sky turns into a cone

the body's outward form swept rock into the crater
lived between two of the beds at sea level,
waterfalls too high to take cover between her legs,
muted wings flat wetlands near the peak of insect
covered by a layer of others of the black cat
tent show girls, and overlapping plates

milk sugar) the snow; the green of some leaf
large stars and a dustproof room
thunderstones at that single spot of the past. Sometimes,
the morning's long, feathery scales will thrust a needle-like pyramid
when the tide goes to the carcass and magpies
the letting-out of cables sparrows chirping excitedly
on the bottom of the sea,
nests on the cliffs and ledges

meat, fur and blubber of photochemical smog
catgut packed in glass star catalog,
great cleavages in male or female,
fair carrier shells
in the use of trick light worn with teeth
to be a criminal; engine-driven drills
and dogwinkles, hind flippers
fused to their city
with a wet meadow of tall young fruit.

dust on the mountains
sun battery here in this warm hole,
rotting logs birch wind
raspberry hereafter,
swamp child, bruised bodies
lying around your dwellings's entrance,
war paint, paint face,
logging time in the belly
of the great terror

swamp child, beware of the rings
around your breath, keep the small wings
all within range of your hearing,
dashboard aflower with running flame,

swamp child, keen on the weight
of the breath in your shoulders awoken
fireplace to a morning rain