Raven
Part VIII

cave system from the patristic period with cleanly hewn tunnels radiating off a central threshing floor where I am arranging photos on a stone altar and behind a huge door of granite Christ is teaching my childhood friends about the mysteries of death while we listen to country and western music and finger a dollar bill thinking about fame image flow how to break the habit of plagiarizing the sun in its immemorial office but who can I call on now that the Apostles themselves have become antsy especially Peter with his anal-compulsive worrying about minutia so it’s as if tumblers fell into their slots but deep in my mind the crows cawing across the canyon barely audible as I lean into what cannot be heard like billowy spring air or gentle movements of sky branches that manifest their own complexity of green yellow and brown or taking a different tack towards an open acknowledgement of the cycle between that and a natural curiosity about human things such as what lies inside even a voice whether screaming or imitating convention as a social practice caustic knowledge that complements the other from its perch happily removed until stark necessity slams its face through rising arpeggios to be charted on the immutable air great handfuls of a sparkling dust thrown out in slow motion like a corona until I find myself fainting brought out through a new care for corners where another confrontation leads to kisses on the top of my head but the lipid deposits just under the skin and my feeling of danger rising steam among limp branches because an unseasonable cold snap threatens any gathering of forces whether or not motivated by a need to see blood I sense just beyond the lovely reflections with their loyalty and self-abnegation like gentle thieves of time we all were able to accept until that dark turn bringing my complicit boundary and a deeper rhythm yet like men tramping down their chosen pathways distracted by common delusions of the fully natural world such as the ancient shadow game duly duplicated but nevertheless stacked against me which adds to its appeal now that I’m setting out after a short respite lolling around under trees in a canyon not far from the ocean and even my old boat is being ritually destroyed by the woman which causes me only a mild concern since I know there’ll be another although it’s not quite ready yet my desire to touch stone and wood or the physical thrill from petals leaves or dirt giving with the pressure of feet in motion that have an autonomy and cool resolution more out of deference while stalled or talking aimlessly on a cellular telephone until the screen trembles and I notice the purposeful assembling of figures in robes whose faces are irrelevant now that the accusatory phase has passed and a desert wind caught in an image storm because I’m leaving whatever little familiarity where the thin winter sunlight that can’t lay claim to a quality of mind necessary for mere survival utterly suspended between torture poles iconic in their numinous resonance until I slowly immerse myself in moving liquid another internal combustion engine as I stroke her face with gloved hands and she pulls up her bra to reveal a breast with two nipples trying to change me by working the feelings put to the test of a different attitude so I tell her she is beautiful not making distinctions so I feel my way abandoning an instrumental language and happy to walk away from weights and measures or the Department of Defense budget figures for a flattened fiscal year poof up in smoke a set of plans then pushed out from under into the penumbra I see obliquely but it’s still too early in the game my grand immobility joined seamlessly to a grace of twigs and sky then broken loose from marriage vows warm animal den to push against tides of air rising from the valley floor while message after message laboriously inscribed in the ultimate foreign tongue until I find myself gasping for breath under the burden washed and slammed by flood tides that throw me finally wasted and amazed onto a staging ground where I slow down like entropic galaxies unable to fix places with my previous skill as blossoms and the smell of wet loam or dew-decked grass blades glistening melt and swirl but who cares anyway as long as the tears that blur my vision being extruded like soft diamonds squeezed out by the entire world spinning freely in its grave way I merge and separate in easy names a return trip to the Holy Land or more confusion about destinations and almonds honey blowing roses under a torn October sky choked with its indeterminacy and imminent miscarriage sick of surfeit a stripping operation I stride with a destructive intent fully armed against the indifferent ravaging but not wanting that badge like a scar or chemical signature held mercilessly to the specifics of angelhood no matter how hermetic with wind speaking its secrets coal geologic grinding of plates and lines auguring a balancing act until I’m discarded by forces I don’t understand medical discourse stopped cold at the doorway with a pellet the question about beads and the cards to which I reply in the affirmative whereas modified prostitution dressed up for self-deception so that they can pretend having lost that spider’s thread or trail of notes difficult enough to follow even without the overlay while various alternative courses snake away from the sick matrix and I’ve become the guide where everything is possible except a point-blank expression because I’m in a sphere surrounded by darkness and yet entire populations and species whose customary modes of being not known for their advocacy or philanthropic largesse except when convenient in a rich reversal of fortune while I bide my hypothetical time playing another game with the figures available regardless of their disposition muscle spasm detritus of cells in the immortal dust because deeper than I’d been and each razor blade of speech laid to rest in a throat grave so I move on into the loving blur where nerves ligaments an apotheosis or sheer presence like smells of burning gas or the play ignorant images whereas once the great thaw sets in and shape-shifting in the pupil a dawning recognition among the damned machines bells and copyrighted tunes now that I’d passed the first stage where the stick striking ice and little old ladies cycling through town while what I expected was some lesser challenge in the frigid air as if men’s feet and restless eyes daunted by a dominion blasted and left to rot among shards splintered glass chemical dry burn that selects out for the novitiate until the lay of the land and pitfalls or hard currency tiling in a grid that wants its pound of flesh in a two-dimensional slot less visual than stray animals pointed towards their curvature across a fake space and time when my clear view clogs up the arc through a tunnel of bitter slush fingers in a mirror I venture an explanation or unfolding about the second half like cell division but turned inside out and those who miss the boat locked in gray with the words coming unglued high up on a mountain until I slowly begin to see over a period of months some primeval mass undergoing a division the spiderweb like steel that snares me into a spiral maze opening out and out through fractal madness if judged from the wrong angle yet lurking behind in accumulating venoms those slashing blades masked in blandness I back off through a cold rebuff and track the ground for spore when even the bruised shin its ripped skin or their evidence left behind to solve through scissoring like feathers inside a magic enclosure dedicated to color play as the call goes out while frozen air turns golden before its release from breathing into birdsong just another embrace with the worn stuff rails houses and their aging contents while I buck the drift studying the lovely dust lucky to withdraw from poor orchestration and go my own way down among heliotropes busy women whose reminders or provision of food to keep things rolling at all costs where I can’t distinguish among the persons but seem to have survived a pulverizing well enough to look out upon a scene of people in a field holding hands in a circle before vanishing into their lives veering left ballast overboard or how can I break loose intestinal tracts peonies and wild mustard that take their ever-loving ease because I’m following sparrows steam muscle atrophy uncompensated since who would burst from those collars of stone to meditate on the Virgin’s cold tears extracted with sarcasm while a loon or heron alone in the night of impossible hopes that cut achingly to a quickened core its body soaking in radio waves while I lean into my solitude and feed ravenously or with slow plenitude as pages flutter by under patient scrutiny although what do I know finally but scraps of a cold science prior to its own deliverance overseas where the praise chants eked out no more because of a concentric shrinking or minor key their inconsolable grief-stricken hands holding only air and empty presumption after the fact I then return to memorizing textures of wrinkles that find a final orientation among cracked statuary dirt in small rooms my shoes off balance until I find the viewer or opposite point that fractures into a billion moving dots of light that coagulate before the winds more terrible than some unleashed dragon or starry vault on a broken escalator lined with seated children I have to step by carefully or confronting the dogs because the gain incremental like natural deposits since who would try to rush the sun as if dipped with a cup from hard surfaces whose incessant cultivation a habit of mind that toys around if the sense of its pulse loaded into a chamber where extreme pressures that trap the gases in molecular taffy and a passerby whose casual glance plummets down the shaft whereas rickety democracies that may not hold through another cycle but the brooding humans their ineradicable drives or de facto symbols that act like magnets following out a line of thought that terminates in rage until I’m hulled and dropped thinner than hammered light spread out over three years a field for genetic strife about which I’ve grown dimmer now that the desert heat its abundant reduction until my feet crunching sand and dead weeds begin their classical withering or how else plan a

delaying tactic to snatch extra grease from the housing while I go back inside the hotel looking for a telephone those overly mannered nerve centers each with its private theater of demands for access to trees even if expiring in pollution archaic in penetrating fortifications of arrogant disrespect already glorified by their moonlight trysts or feathering off to a lifetime of studying water by watching where slanting rays that stir up a gale in the bones I feel in spite of head gear or special pleading forests plains strip malls condominium complexes board rooms jacked into the command center across one more dismal border none of which amounts to shit once the corruption of dust and snowflakes or skinned game piled on a chopping block to be rewarded by a horror of empty arms mother of God while mere mortals who scrape and claw their individual doom but running scared of judgment like a portcullis those weary arguments about money food and drink or vast holdings in a temptation scene with its codes data faucets that dribble away their smallpox until the first response strike team under strict control struck from memory as I paste the charts with family lines in a scrawl spanning almost a century whose relentless furies as I spoke to the girl in her own language of gestures innuendo from a free-standing position while looking at the food on a countertop learned by chance to bore through rock back corners of compulsion if my nominal chart with its boxes whose genitive mysteries possessed at the tongue root where salt and grime a fateful syndrome that vacuums up my blear and rheum but the figures remain although mutable I can register a wavering outline that carries three aspects a tension fruitful for the slow demands as if brought forward by warmth ductility solder dripping from the wire to fuse those roses regardless of what I want with computers and dead wood shucked off then odes to commemorate a war scene until the thermostat of protoplasm posterior to an act tubular for transport the chain saws a declaration forward their anomie questioned with malice aforethought until I push the plunger its dull ache back brain muskets discharging to seal openings behind electronics and surveillance girlhood a soughing of damp wind when ready an elevation their coastal access grill quarantining mouths in the long night of stymied speech as though a further thundering until unit by unit in human form like slamming doors or swirls of flesh that want to know where I was since they in their fear have not gone out but I resist as decompression reverses itself much more quickly my homing device gathering its wares in a consumable configuration while removable parts that I misplace on purpose while fending off questions through physical motion planetary swing ecstatic with guilt until a fictional mode that gobbles up golf courses outlets for plastic goods chandleries dog tags in a chill fury of indifferent conversion the mother retaining the child against its nature a half-way position decades later if ever Canada the Far East rising like a mirage in the heat only to break apart a lodestone stuck in the brain but whose imperial solitude catches on ignoring health ideas family practices people’s petty drives for prestige as if unaware whereas it’s the opposite a hunt inside some preterite tense since rules of exclusion their machined tolerances available for comparison with vein structure robbed of half its signal breadth so further research or what they think each on a spindly tower filaments waving in soft breezes that lack an ideology about as far as one can imagine high point solo flow I never know where it’s going until a vulture snaps into view or protective coloration by the gas pumps of dawn in a superior narcissism among blinded bureaucrats their sublime species death that renders an opinion although unsolicited mania of numbered rooms where tiny animals those aggressive teeth jammed into food alphabetical order if some tricky language written across the day’s face while salvaged from the morgue a storage as though sprung from below where some cockeyed epithalamion autopsied by latex-gloved fingers then on to the vent where a dank breath so some form of respect lets me by since who am I but another germ cell prior to their split infinitive stops along rim to be trusting since blood or the hypothalamus bridal chamber its god of conjuncture those scary windows and screaming for bodies it can’t get enough whose wisdom of cycles and capitulation I see displayed on the screen but have no rejoinder lacking a turret and armor-piercing ammo trip wires strung across centuries to bring down the buffalo I lift my telescope reverentially because of all those mistakes just a human gnawing with eyes and ears duplex code crackers inhaling genuine ozone and oxide fumes the dried out bark angry crows whose lemon brains their constitutional toadying while I enter water repeatedly before realizing something has happened that leads into a minefield or trailer part lipstick factory having become specular to ward off doom even though the rampant beasts their chinoiserie and tabletop angels that improbably resist until worn down by the weather sumacs at dusk a stream bed littered with gray boulders put to the test as ontological beef in a sluiceway where I have to retreat towards an escalator as we emerge dripping wet and make our way down Las Ramblas then autopilot through shoals piles up the impediments to impetus or momentum a cyclical struggling to find a vantage point those twisted muscles discussing my temptation to fish through the world because of pink buds that betoken a glad heart impossible to staunch now that the image core its motive like a gyroscope or azimuth reading hair on the floor again my retention in violation of their actuarial expectations a set corpus of opinion denuded and crazed in the raw dawn a changing abrasion I cannot just sideline but have to swallow deadly nightshade at gunpoint regardless of the rain’s strictures not always flexible as she plunged into the well to emerge with bolt cutters but not to attack me on consignment the legal process that absorbs nutrients issuing from a pipe to perfume another brilliant morning that new differential thereby stapling the sheets to their paychecks because I couldn’t find the keyhole or latch to get out montage more or less successful structuring light and car engines whose tyrannical tantrums even while still checking files for an approximate match since who could deny that aversion although input howling carefully etched against a dying epoch mortgaged to the gills for the fat farm where blood alcohol content cheapskates make the adaptation to formula since innovative or personalistic coloring fed through choppers and these weren’t my windows execution-style for the tabloids where crust forms then a larval smell world snake in absentia so as to pinch the silvery afternoon its coda pulled hopelessly through garbage what rhythmic crashes of scrap metal dumped from a height babies like rats or grubs oily whey in an apocalypse of some impenitent past shrouded in gloom clouds smoke and old voltage flickering vintage 1950s inundation mocking through a haze like winking eyes their tired scorn one’s seeming random crashes into a brick wall that topples as if prematurely much less than on the cheap I’ve floundered whereas trumping is out of the question anodyne a soup of reconstructed princely types whose sloe-eyed beauties from hell cut off by an autonomic nervous system gridded for the trip back through reflections while the fandom shrieks its heart out and pounds per square inch tripled still yielding to the touch in decline as they say but if even a fraction dialogue by fits and starts blameless so briefly in that glorious espousal stripped of its meat by fearful fingers at the cave’s mouth the huge hunger sucking us back against which my resistance becomes bitter and its futility a changeling old European irony that won’t seal the wound’s seepage gunfire in the next valley archaic as reptiles rooting around sluggishly system failure at last their sad cheeks buffeted by a gritty wind 5 p.m. house of the dead white sofas and total agony of goods and services imported like precious figurines only to explode from wrong choices and tense separate bedrooms landlocked where gasping whales and seals or auguries while we made our way along the rocky path that descended to the coast where a cathedral dome just visible over rooftops the sea or jabbing at a boom box with my vasectomy knife as scenes unfold leading me into a thicket of fear historic repression of friendly gestures blanketed by sunlight trace elements or isotopes in a petrie dish such disdain that one withdraws from absence rates but I’m reminded of gold reflections underground chambers for those whose only chance clocked at record speed the outflow like shale magma ready to blow the lid off Monserrat a sensing device or the whole universe blasted to smithereens their tales debunked and botched plans so who’s to blame if sheet lightning in a thrilling display of tail feathers excretes its quantum while disguised as the origin of wealth its stabbed skin mouthing my lyrics of crushed glass wrecking balls imperturbable cattle under a full moon’s mercurial mutability the dance tune resurrected and tricked out in Las Vegas regalia although my stocks and bonds in chunks of pain visionary proximity whereas held by a fatal flaw the hooked nose and trapezoid game I’m called upon to play using units of blood in iced containers the slop buckets on automatic timers while I dangled in moving branches thousands of feet up my compensation among winds and bright daylight as the form feeds on itself when a subterranean river at war with machines but I still feel like I belong here so shuffling along gaze earthwards where cracks and crevices a gas from the bowels as qualities of blackness their hierarchy of principalities wheels and thrones in avoidance as though differentiations a helping hand that loses its grip but one cannot see through until who the transpersonal beings their raiment like snakeskin the astrolabe dug up after centuries by way of marking off equal portions or the metal workers a grin or headstone edged with the old sun so when next I register the scene obliquely because bacterial decay catwalks rickety staircases up and down outer walls trash fires in the empty lots between deserted steelworks along the shore miles of crumbling factories in order to honor wheat concealed in a stone womb foursquare and righteous yet the clincher reiterated while I fall down dizzy with their corpuscles pistol-whipped into servility but nursing a wound like smaller words that attract webbing milk pressure readings until I’m dragged out into another water where knees and elbows that bear the mark more adult responsibilities salted away as I water the sparse bushes while some society women walk by returning from the post office and then I’m sent back to figure out my attitude towards the snow now that it’s no longer sufficient to honor dead bodyguards the shit floating in the toilet of exhausted efforts a veil or vague stain that ghosts those further recollections by capillary action nightly hard not to damage each bent stalk on foot after the grand incineration of the buttons among traffic grass fertilizer and manic repetitive birds whose priority the damp ground ladybug ants paced for subtraction from their evil ponds where hairs choke the bung hole chomping on ownership although fated tears and glandular disturbance titular or actual as softer breath gotten with child as accepting voices through plaster and plywood but gold coins bulrushes and braying until known criminals whose consciousness fluctuating with planetary cycles that shrink my pupils in a transformed world where caverns hanging gardens beetle dung in a row Ziggurat of Ur the livid scars piano wire then tweezers and echoes until feminist insults grabbing their weapons for a piece of savagery like a mother’s tongue extended while an old lady vomits down a hole in the middle of a round table as if pursued I insert a wedge into the flow blossoms oil yammering up close for the sole chance to avert identity koala in Walla Walla sandwich at light speed through mental graveyards where a trench fury of torn winds that whip the moon senseless a dish rag flung to the floor navigation tools for incest survivors practical kernels to be strewn for the gulls yet veined and imbricated such that no surgeon’s subtlety could ever broach the subject without quailing keeps them away Guayaquil rats and hard-scrabble Indians near a hotel full of cockroaches flourishing then the imprecise dank calendar pages empty boxes deprived of their merchandise feeding on itself I’m reacquainted gradually because of my ancient practice with what was bequeathed freely whereas the lesser goddesses have their say through prolonged absence until I’ve ruined the dies and punches where tits have left an imprint deathly afraid to minimize persuasion of the elders squabbling dark alleys where irrelevant software updates shunned by professional mourners in a false parallelism that gets ugly fast removing glasses in a bold stroke synthesis of vegetables whether chained to failed potential as swimming in grease and digital illness the praetorian guards whose arms sunk in gore up to the elbows as shutters against the plenteous light in the very symbol of a place reddened by chemical action to anchor the known world of prayer to a loudspeaker attached by threads for years chilblains ague along a road that wants its due in souls flitting by like clouds building their silent signature its permanent fraying from use retrieved later in retrospect for another hit the gray tones that defeat each insertion by practiced fingers I’m swamped by voices and motion politically sacrificed for some minor infraction hundreds of years later the reckoning bears the brunt where a nameless wind at dawn as rafters and paneling go up in flames I crawl up onto the shore again panting and confused the rushing women dressed in black and fire threatening the horses or the bowl of a delicate Japanese porcelain handed down into darkness towards my mother hiding but only partly because she needs the food in a strange reversal of fortunes or certified by the agency’s chelation factors that load the junctures until

 they crack open sizzling with electrical animation while acting as though shame and sexual ambiguity or not knowing the address so how can I extract myself when danger threatens from too much yet elsewhere lost poems and lives that left a hole into which the juice is poured inadequately as words to their hopeless task yet whose ego like a pen light chain gang or knife I throw end over end to stick in the door tower view of a distant valley now that the artist has died young leaving little more than a felt echo Alzheimer’s or a place I want to return to even if the ticket’s supplications while I listen over the well a ringing in my ears that thickens in spite of this absolute solitude as a culture for breeding the intuition of lesions their lazy notions reported with élan as if bombing the dome would blow new vents by maximizing passage among snakes whose lidded eyes or pyroclastic extrusion the run-off candles our home by the sea its plumes wrought skillfully if one can hoard against doom and children who bend at the waist leaning into their future frontally the paternity suit pending its analysis under withering Nicaraguan gunfire quick-change foolery or hoofers having a drink after work neon gracing their drooping features cole slaw or lemon pepper ritually lowered into the cave systems metal strapping or brads bolted to bone like rock beyond translation and torrents of molten air so as to galvanize muscle response with instruments whose political precision wrought-iron railings saddle soap hauled off to depression under the palms I consult the blank face of the withdrawn life as it goes to its sources in wood granite and assonance of contrapuntal city sounds yet hourly sweet theft so that these woven fabrics for my progeny prefigured in the lump of murder packed on the hip or stuffed like a wad of bills where steak smothered in raisin sauce individually processed in revolt against mass mind as they follow pressure course to feed or fly while in exile contemplating freedom doorways animal corpses on cobblestones the house itself I never escape from the age of 5 or younger living in strangers’ barns or under the open sky friends bulldozed by the Ministry of the Interior their limbs bludgeoned 220 volts because of an idea walking papers I’m riding the rails from L.A. to Frisco fogbank nights hash houses donut shops filled with Cambodians whose worn skin captures this horror of the millennium like a skein of nerves so fine they’re lost to the inner ear of a vast sea where taboos digging for food I take up honey without repeating the hoary maxims or parables excretion a glistening rooftop my last thin dime that never made the big leagues as tough pallid and wan America having ditched its cache because of snow flurries or the crows I love who gnaw holes of sound into my gutted ships leaking away their pneumatic viruses into moral superiority or women’s wisdom as if what binds the world had jogged loose from grunge cavities in the medical community thrashed with pleasure among crushed guilt blossoms the symbolic virgins offering themselves up to old bantam-weights shuffling near an alley instead of the vibrant stupid youth whose flat legs with their objective status in a bamboo cage pinpoint destruction of losses that eat away like muric acid gutters choked with debris and tiny cityscapes a clouded gaze behind which not even the fanfare of a school bus plunging down an embankment or randomly spraying bystanders with hollow-points adaptation over millions of years in a reminder interview then the nearest person where deer blood stains snow their bank balance dragged from a hated wind from a hated wind but not all that dangerous whether or not mica lizards sage as I move into an enemy position having noticed the old doors and wondered about wax their voices and genome whose blind generations from the outside through multiple filters left behind unwittingly when they moved on for God knows what reasons since maybe I’ll receive food from women’s hands until I begin to see shades of blue and purple that lull the mind with their lure of unimpeded motion while I surreptitiously check out security bars and carpeting on the off-chance naturally selected through reshuffling the deck enough times until an even rigorous disposition landfall by dusk or a general lockdown until the insect kingdom poised on the verge and about to cascade through yellow divisions but nothing is certain although drunken statisticians whose fashionable boredom bar-coded to sweeten the dealings in stolen goods in eternal transit while I make the associations planted in my place with unpaid bills and overflowing trash cans happy to say that all those texts that plowed the field spun lazily throughout the solstice the Gaia hypothesis minus mathematics or gold tables whose unreadable inscriptions then slice a man up for having the nerve to pause on a wheeling colossus causing a brilliant pink explosion of flowers before we’re herded together for the obligatory group shots and I speak point blank the negative and destructive but I love them in a deep way far from brutalization since anything else has become impossible hooks dangling from above or the homunculus whose autistic gifts well concealed behind a screen depending on better followed by worse only to repeat the round bail-out funds depleted but lowering the boom biologically or fishing in the Andes wherever people have liked for any period their child custody violations stashed Burgess Shale over great distances gaming with emptiness as immoral according to their sacred books about lost cities beautiful maidens whose chronological status brought under a severe interrogation but how can I go to the bountiful light begging for the remission of illness since blood lines or language trees in fact any goddam thing but the trip in where exalted inventions shimmer or vanish leaving me where I began with a few simple objects or none after subtraction more than even measured glances until I proceed to the next episode heart open one extra millimeter prowling through personal stories I ask for a beer and get an old tape recorder or telephone revolt the die cutters gone to seed their arrows of time metaphoric gardens a down payment if rates of attrition among disappearing nails or alligator scales like a maelstrom or twister whose background through eons those loyal palanquin slaves looking for their ethnic theme as bird-dogging my mind through the canebrake where snails like chiggers or the tender cry of a dove taken for granted too long by junk-bond salesmen laden with their booty but combed by sparrows at work whereas clearing ground with chopping instruments ultimately old-fashioned since their ignorant reflection unified behind letters of rejection profoundly disliked because of the tunneling and cheap wine I bend to the task willing to go under and not willing so bootstraps of romantic neuroses autonomous chthonic entrails leading a crooked path bristling with outrage at yet one more travesty before formulaic escape hatch where heavy artillery and spreading poisons of images as if carved up overnight the occasional cocktail party REM sleep on rearranging components whose identities can never be eroded so I plunder the morning shamelessly before apocalyptic messages shoveling under the pier I pray aloud while flying up the coast sans machinery contracts the hours logged through a quiet mind’s tutelage in its autotelic compression but what do they have in common with each other a grace to the eye so I’m listening for any characteristic signs such as cell multiplication or a critical discrimination the ether in waves swirls around sad American towns where the infinite regression of dust on countertops in reduced ecosystems a mainstay on the quarterdeck their broken hailers in a heap at the crossroads as if that angel were articulate and happy whose truth in lending laws acid on the tongue or pipes contracting with a fall in temperature their woebegone looks once the engines had been pushed to the wall of medical emergency or massive cover-up through classical evasions easily deciphered since my devices having remembered or been returned to the cherry blossoms no one else seems to notice as money circulates or smoke lying over the city milk drawn from a well then injected into cylinders all the more grateful simply to be moving through a nobility of branches water shadows on the floor where vast armies in a confusion of means and ends even if only a few lines their added value chain saws to ride a curious rectangle where nimble footwork and subtle steams glazing with their lovely veils going into a registry office men with pliers to cut bolts apart or pinching the meat until it splits open whereas sheer absence of plasma and angry tearing pharynxes in each setting the jawbones dead print reposing in history its fangs sunk in the visual and national clichés storied of old or Cheops a wind-borne curse that passes like vague human wishing in retreat from the blades with specific privileges not to be squeezed by falsified faces her irrelevant plastic surgery or petulant demands for goods and services down at the depot where the messages is nailed that the expenditures in spades a crock so try as you might to reverse positions where the stapled lips pro bono an old tradition of hoary descent shakes off road film solar panels stuffed into flesh chump change for the blithering idiots almost afraid to release originals as cardinal points in the scraped out voice box gigantic strides or pitiful whimpers by way of following pain like a Rosetta stone as if a few denials would do but unfurnished rooms by the canal miles of bad road insults to man and beast tuned to the food of aches separated then backpacked into a zone of grease smiles glimpsed in passing the windows where preferences in human presence until half the world vanishes I’m flying and running back having missed the time stainless steel Art Deco curves so that the great switching house like a junction box wax smell cleaning agents in social dirt to check my pulse against another bonehead balancing act because the flimsiest link the brachiation mammals or primal soup as a stable view into the valley foreign to shaving of minutes or days but cultivating secret arts far from a personal response to some huge control scheme as if expressly designed to obfuscate and terrorize but I’ve stolen some digits and pigments or graphite in eyes to come to terms alpha waves dog food of violations red-handed with her pants down anchors a-weigh my boys unless enough gunpowder and baubles to finish them off now that those extreme narcissists whose closets and inner arms where plentiful evidence of past abuses scored into the electrical circuitry thanatos to upset directorates by Chinese standards whether or not to freeze all outlets for sliding scales and I was on foot ready to resist their penury and guile almost there so putting aside a lifetime’s work whoring around to find an alienated voice whose bid for immortality comes certified having observed how light passes through old skin if that’s the ticket because I’ve departed in good faith specialists in diapers the evening ritual of setting the table each participial digit that dribbles from a cluster of organic molecules theorized by slush and snap in darkish globes far from a daily grind where strapping youths thrown from the track but cable-ready oleanders in the bread basket trashed for telling the truth until an evening out of the odds checkmate as if mutually insulting while moving deeper into the glade privatized forensic reports merely there for the taking whole tones tweezered apart for a fee within reason until I rub my eyes their osteopathic surgeons who clear away the plates while dreaming of oceans Serb nationalists at Louis XV writing tables but only minor adjustments will be allowed openly reviled as an act of conscience since policy decisions or scars that chart the course of stars on their spiritual quest to musical women thinkers at a certain scriptural bend in the road where I pause to drink before a stack of ones sublimely indifferent in their chalice sheeted for export across centuries salt cedars baking in the desert glare as I drag myself clawing the filth of old animals that balk at the deadening rhythms of eczema pale storms of the sightless whorled in wood slapping thermostats back to the book of angels and monster truck races my training among the jacarandas meltemi moaning in the soul a tactile sea that dissolves into legend while unrepentant fishermen lust after teenagers from the mainland and I stop their wind-up toys mesons quarks string theory as if stunned by a blow of grammar to the occipital lobe but later during the mop-up in the can you branch out then spandrels filled with Evangelists whose holographic i.d. cards or tiny movements of needles across graph paper at which point she reappears to make sure I don’t forget her after we witness the beating winds knocking loose blossoms in a round as they go out into a further confrontation cacophony of birds and traffic leaving only tomorrow and their sadness at baseless claims while a lozenge of warmth enough prior to decline as if different but once I give up the comparison and return to work where men handle the world each from within his own dignity created in reaction instead of staying behind and yet a massive serpent the living earth renewing its retroviruses through calisthentics or hibernation until brought back in kind arms to a hypertrophy anechoic chamber of blue sky arched over the habitat and smashed atoms in the street flu shots simmering because multiplied out across a barrier morose and pontifical as broken radiators in the yellow dusk that halts the heart to count to ten before passing into a glen pandemonium choirs of tuning forks origami swans until slammed silly by hundreds of couplets about decay and ripe bruises that populate the hinterlands thoughtless as a child whose stock in trade or winsome smiles until I’m gasping for breath yet some stopgap proposal for a razzmatazz stomp fest policed from the wings by practicing hypocrites whose mathematics of dispersal and loss so as to patch into the trunk line from auricles while I’m swimming in the wake of two warships headed for Japan a key worked into the door lock by rocking it gently until I perceive my secret but not its resolution just here with the nurturing silence although she called me angel on the other side studying dust particles for a hint of a clue that falls away freely as an option available on a given scale whereas a blackened sun stuck in the tin-foil heavens less false or just after we’d forgotten Aristotle’s diamond-cutters or how he appealed to his pupils winningly by righting the course instead of the headlong plunge into the furious flames a Buick smoking through history paragon of paradigms because otherwise I’m utterly condemned by their withering scorn for having wasted lungs and ankles whose sole function in strictly idiomatic usage photographed for my archive to accumulate as classical cleanliness along a physical axis the plaza and government buildings or melting stones a coral atoll just beneath the mind’s placid surface as I’m questioned and massaged by a reverse scrutiny that obliterates my puny sand castles with a sweep then some speck of ganglion splits and another cosmology degrees of throw with the skittering shuttle that a mind whose eugenics or epic scale in a teacup entrance to the boundary commission’s hard facts that later turn to slush through a sliding glass door in the head or tired old wrangling in a 1940s Brazilian movie about immature behavior or potlatch bonfires their benediction delivered as coveted souls flee in celestial streams I’m threshing around their obsolete rituals whereas a horrendous line strafing the villages their dancers on the sward falling like wheat to the scythe so ants centipedes water creatures that much closer to a nurturing embrace for the sutra of hard times Ducasse on the Rio Plata at least in memory but here comes a being whose encoded muscles or endocrine blockers not even sufficiently fertile as a cottage industry having shaped each element to its purpose if possible before the due date I note down those perfect flowers signaling their plenitude then do homage to that delta before further superficial lacerations a steamer convoy and beatings that cannot be prosecuted although let’s not give up hope because their perennial story about night and day hobbled to a stake six foot three if I can clear out the cobwebs a killer instinct or changelings at war with the status quo as in one’s throat lump a slippery figure whose Janus doubling their crooked dealings with an illusion until I observe the web and wonder about heaven its anchor pins saved to disk from that bobbing buoy the glue of beauty while child abuse or another budding branch in sweet stillness a yin voice where religion and cuisine intersect at different torque values but respected in their slow integral movement towards the panurge lanolin sap lymph the world’s lovely stuff in miserly quantities but bent heroically to its joyful task and I offer my witness to those last few days before the ships explode spreading the dead cargo across the Van Allen Belt then shredded prepositions as proof positive that cedar shavings leaf mold flying cities against a cerulean sky as the carrier makes its descent passing the nuclear family children’s games on Milwaukee streets and back to an event-filled imaginary garden bathed in the golden glow of food nightfall smells of smoke and machinery angry and grinding through its fate my yielding to wood cornices or the rumbling of dog snarls if even a tiny fraction of a fraction among cinder blocks and unpainted concrete Third World software manual scooter neurons firing according to their secret need on the spiritual calendar about a year ago so I make an illegal U turn in order to save time the deep purple blush and a reversion to type as if mere European slickness or confidentially because someone might be overhearing an eviscerated discourse on being and becoming that had its heyday yet wanted to go back given enough time a mournful submission to purity and shadows a wand spurting worlds that beguile for a while before blowing away like veils of mist or the thinning fog underneath which I see a landscape postwar histories and all that striving from inside heat maps the monarch butterfly whose goal is Hades after it opened out onto outer reaches in a grand dissolving with smelted ore overflowing its channels the dam safety experts sweating bullets yet each morning’s fresh triangles of light that catch in the chest like talons of titanium a lush passed out and drooling through villages that come to confront her rejections but softly these grasshoppers black dung beetles whose passports and birth certificates under a crushing surveillance of the orifice which may last years the washed feet of bitches skimmed off surreptitiously as a moral defeat as if absolute stillness were a horizon graven in zinc oxide then social obligations advertising the skin or mother country listening at the keyhole in flesh until trade winds that push me along astral paths if some ocean smashing itself on rocks or just being buffed to a sheen since the most unlikely people but whose particular Alsace Lorraine buried beneath their impassive avalanches of well-meaning gestures and orientation outwards uncongenial if not an outright travesty holed up in a chamber so as to repeat the known off-center and bumping against the stone walls during my descent since it’s been so systematically denigrated that lost lore decomposing along with its imminent nemesis stage-managed then tossed into a rubbish heap ache behind eyeballs their slow pained sonata of the damned while men study the furrows wondering about rain or afterbirth some intricate dialectic of lungs and air or their unrecognized obsession with arms books cartoonish in its insults although resurrected dubiously so that a treadmill of tears and old autumn light the comet’s slow-motion streaking towards extinction its prestige no longer in question because quaintly sketched light spectra the counters in gentle anticipation dropping away under the G-force as their craft wends its way through breakers and trash a wise face that recedes into the news packed viciously into brains for transport to obsessive outerness a savagery of means and ends that not even their subtle stylistics or lavish feminine rhetoric while following the thread to your arrest at the scene a cracked vessel or echoing head in a cloud chamber genome taken to pieces for fun and profit hippocampus statement of other powers so try to balance on the blade of sound without those burdens from another life as if by standing at the window or compressed rhythms blamed for the stones soaked with suffering as predicted by Paracelsus whose nicotine habit or spirits having broken and entered fortunate in their scripted choices but whose countdown sequence slated then junked since my paternal concern is against the law until their mechanical reckoning on the tally sheets of sorrow to feed on myself as an archaic drive integument or injection in the spinal fluid during baroque profusion both women pregnant who’ve scrubbed the launch from their rickety towers central control function if electrical failure throughout the grid worst in memory but check slush settings to puncture a sac cleanly before a regressive gene or packet of abstractions I felt like reviling whereas nicknames or oblique reference to natural disaster cutting a swath I’m nullified again tearing away all the protective coloring then power drill or work effort as expansive a meditation on the periodic table chthonic and stratified because only strategems and military policy humorless as a filing cabinet or perhaps you prefer elective surgery to remove the mote from your eye but in order at first appearance having left off comparing with relief until pneumatic pressure a judicious glaucoma if the ancien regime turned inside out so I back out the oar then bloated with summer heat as a fatted calf slaughtered at the altar credit cards in a flurry as if not all there the loony bin installed expertly having been stripped to the bone and doused with cheap cologne form or revulsion from liquids before giving in to a delicious narcosis the spinning wheel a lightning rod the scraps that come drifting down pleasant to the touch but not quite a temple floor plan then the explanations of benefits and liabilities that shake those foundations or worm their way daily into my exchequer if not outright loss of self paleface presents a unified but fake front of rolling caissons casket-bearers during the Floralia naked boys whose fecundizing powers hypodermic infection under eaves where cozy afternoons coiled to strike from the 1950s Zulu warriors whose survival training or a question about scheduled deliveries of bacterial agents numbered covertly as fricatives that barely level with me on the up and up after that fracas in the wind pipe superior to my beloved dirt and not even chanticleer or the Tao of garbage can slice the meretricious sludge until a steam blast or mass suicide short-circuits the pollsters and gums up the works so I survey the damage with jaundiced eye wondering who would advance a hypothesis in a funeral parlor ornery as a Tasmanian devil among encampments soon to be incinerated by their mutual consent because silver bells and egg shells held under a guiding hand the Viking ships that prise apart a watery grave understood pure and simple I walk inside but then go back out never pausing as if stumped but wanting only what they want one more revolution before carrots celery cabbage at dusk whipped into submissive servility from a covered bridge that arch manner vulgar and expensive held aloof only so long before rubbing up the grain its hard-scrabble teeth-gritting or flimsy excuse for a put-down that spans the decades unrehearsed as usual although I’ve remembered and paid homage in an outflow that obliterates the masks their air pipes propellers bolts and wing nuts having been compressed beyond their endurance by the massive weight of time with its personal accoutrements such that a module is removed exponential and apart from the possible nomenclature graceful a component then flayed by books while my megalomania and pretense at objectivity fresh kill but drainage of women’s words costing an arm and a leg penurious and extravagant by turns for which I’m at a loss since their every move those trapezoids and parallelopipeds attacking the notion to raise up the cycle buttressing one’s paltry grasp with coal dust soup humility at aging there being no choice bleached out to nothing you could recognize even by theatrical means through invented wiring lanyards halberds and ropes with counterweights or sashes pulleys until an oracular

pronouncement about infinity at war with the children of another age whose motley foolish pranks and pratfalls a security officer outside where the reminder appears to fluff its feathers despite my stridencies and oblivion fighting against nature like a banshee gone berserk in a thunderstorm of hung furies people walking through the imagination as if torn apart by high winds whose fiduciary trust has gone to rack and ruin without any additional knowhow or voices from the competition in a corn myth eked out during a rollout on the coast as younger men assume like postures their filters or load factors as giver of water and humility in flames somewhat too complex in hindsight a lowboy gonads and zygotes driven into the wilderness by high-technology stocks to convey an air switching channels among millennia or my cold disgust since chomping at the bit but let’s trade for fumes staining walls then shame at dripping and an overhauled engine busts a gasket I’ve burned them down yet stochastic tender radios unimpeachable in their naivete on nativity morn when week’s work ends an intricately carved ivory cover whose value inside a hot second as I carefully move aside the bicycle while observing his ecstatic face sanctified by proprietary interest in the old dietary regulations of movement but who steps from the curdled shadows grim and not yet finished with the job ended with scabs conversion to certainty after troubled wondering to become aware smells of the high-strung whose night vision across the Tiber a distant world of statecraft and crenellated battlements where snow cakes but I press my keys into his clutched fingers having conceived an enemy culture its boobs an existential demand that flight be stayed as though a gaudy macaw or toucan strange to see on borrowed time while I push my vehicle its charter revoked until the Oscars or deliberately misrepresented by a weasel-faced runt then a holocaust with emphasis added to loose change window stripping cut to fit but cast aside midnight at the casino with tons of axes to grind because of a fear of the fern chipmunks radiology report or raving lunatics in sports coats and slacks as if behind the cosmetic smile a chickadee orphaned at an early age its serum the chiliasts and epigones having bolted the door against their offspring when women and children in lifeboats glands gone haywire whereas those breastplates from mail-order catalogues and human ingenuity about as resourceful as natural selection or brown dwarves like a law-giver on a mountaintop where the majordomo whose flooded engine stalls out socratic dialogue that bankrupts your élan vital against its will way deep down and out charcoal plastic containers for camp followers whose raison d’être inhospitable clutter or sly accusation of misogyny when grabbed by the throat at blue limit for that uneasy moment before blackout in pearls on those visual gifts like sunlight reflected from an orb as some huge cycle swims across my mind’s remnants rushing apart after a big bang but when I poisoned the well by taking a walk in spite of all that horror liver spots after the lease expires their malevolence registering its dire countenance academic thralldom until I’m pulled back up by an anonymous are with little play left although fully extended rotator cuff damage at a given hour priceless solitude like a sawed off shotgun until an alien gorge rises their throngs roiling because of the loss like perfect patience taking a back seat as if coexistence with long bitterness on the ocean floor where blind fish troll for the sake of the family tree their jagged ways and cool desire even if hosed down with acetic acid adapted in its structure to those who long for human contact only to regret it later while I improvise with a long cardboard tube like an Alpenhorn or feed on the god within whose gluten content unsatisfied as a matter of course so that trial and error or drawing and quartering with methodical accuracy bullshit options until stripped of skin and silver yet trapped in a skull once the pilot had been configured then set loose to wreak havoc now that their coated tongues and sour breath so as to magnetize through great personal sacrifice a vegetal platform about which thousands of years of protohistory until I cease and desist just to make certain the robber barons have been digitized along with full-service add-ons because overtly rejected but polygamy you bet in sublimated call of doves after a classical holocaust they bend with the wind who felt their blood calling deeper than flotillas of water spiders in a charged atmosphere the awful cloud of unknowing its vaguely seismic shiftings in a pool as if pale purple flowers half in shadow to await the emission or flattened view of prime time whereas my small respect for a brick or leaf what the proprioceptive contact with boom hiss and flash at Milky Way or a rivulet that does its part my expiration date spooned out literally while I talk about how actors used to be trained and the rhetoric of body movements a large crowd whose concentration flawed in the core where geese fleas freedom of sparrows to dip their wings in the orange light at some epiphany of rebellion against suspects who grind to a halt because elsewhere a high-speed chase so a borealis of effects that augur well long since but boxed papers to be transmitted as if twisted with anguish a gusher or swipe of death across the wall until micro-adjustments in pain those silent prospects seen with a blandness shocking to contemplate so I extend the rebus with further dashes but all these months sunken bolts lonely depth samples from a cognitive assault many moons ago or pieces of bark that peel away intransitively since only their instrumental bias if stuffed cavities that bend and break under an autumnal tetrahedron spinning but not so fast that the onlooker whose Doppelgänger or Castor and Pollux like Paolo and Francesca cheated of that sweet imposition a hive where some rotting queen corpse buried in onyx and rubble I slowly unfasten the meat flap their admonitions and lures balanced but wax cold ashes a long-overdue awakening after the ceremony wheat lodged in the underworld fleeing the fleshly realm in a train station baggage claim area raptors naturally occurring and being taken away beyond memory’s blind assertions a ridge pole or token emblem that grows from its base like an air bubble rising through water as if twitching nerves their firing mechanisms awry until roughly treated children who broker a release of toxins pigment mined in a swamp that houses their mortality while I study the effigy’s wings unaware of tastes and totaling the pains because the body clock its symbol split then reunited as I’ve been told by masked figures since yielding my lot to the numen its spirals enough to thwart a hero yet my anguish and crying again their erotic expansion I can hear through filters of sheets of glass or gypsum they’re tempting me away with stories about sleep and random motion bought and sold while I hunker down no longer proud watching their passion its corona and mesons stolen from another hierarchy the mysterium or injected with fate’s curriculum before taking time off in thick slices as though irretrievably lost among participles and that angularity because who cares about every single detail when the sandman or ladder to heaven takes a powder to reduce the sauce as age brings them out lumped in with oncology and naive attendants who gather for the slaughter like so many richly veined organs while I pay homage but not servile as trembling hearts in the Forest of Ardent eidolon nesting in the head to singe them before God and man passageways hanging liana and plaque or miracle drugs as theorized by machine language a banner of misery melting away so I can find air or pockets of glimmer the homeless grime autism on a street corner as it unwinds through some viscous medium in a slow tumble columns of numbers that flicker and snippets barely legible against an occlusion with its own defeated push holed away their seersucker and beer cans plenary session of rank growth and rot beneath human rings a holding action tattered but so alive that to graph its dive I’m stymied at the electronic portal where any redemption neolithic white dwarves until vagrant arms and eyes so deeply interred that flushed canals dump trucks and faulty air brakes an agony of routine until pretending is no longer necessary but not even a card sharp or flashy cheap hustler whose Puritanical work ethic can bind their wounds with the salve of love or gentle fingers that touch the skin’s receptor banks their open mouths just over dealer’s invoice while dallying among what remains of textured faces salt cedar sand dunes and murderous sentimentality until I kick in the old slats that snap with puffs of dust intake manifold like silent lightning down to the fucking wine while platelets bump through bent openings or drunken hunters ibex its cherished global reach because their laugh tracks and telexes in a great flowering of manic phone calls so explosive that cus-cus then royal families in an uproar over Nietzsche and Sophocles while checking amperage or ohm settings in the congealing of their hopes for tennis and drinks taking on a borrowed luster as the slow creep of this rhythm with its flat-out denial a chunk thrown over the shoulder almost hits me unconscious gestures not such a big deal as I learn how to talk as bearing the casket with its grisly portion homewards or maybe the mind’s beauty always in the care of others since I’ve been sectioned up as dangerously lonely the hardening joints strumpet whose store-bought looks quite quite anal as if some courtesy expression holistic yet on the skids if only still open to all that remains as a gradual erosion I’ve gone back down in sackcloth taking flack for the foot’s indescribable shape or wayward tender earnings a sanctity or humble pie because as soon as those patsies letters sent into the void where I can only presume that crows will say their say until the growing light annualized its utter subjectivity as crazed with pure teleology while jam-packed with a vegetable wisdom their slide shows aborted by wrath yet trying not to get wet since whatever goes through the body and then I’m aloft but conscious of effort still longing like a dark god whose distant mein while my counterpart dips underwater that soaks his suit flips and continues since all move one of them a shaman throws down sticks between buildings and never once do I think of her little heart because I’m toting iron in my inside pocket whether lost or found crack cocaine and fumbling with funeral customs from early days psychotic with solitude like dog food for genetic deviance as high tide in a message language so that the rubbish heap or dustbin some eminent concoction of spirits in their poseur stances carnival season or slobs raising sails to their own glory until drawn away by smaller powers a sprite as if consumed visually brazen as whores at work and whose wronged faces fouled with bitter tears and aching legs because unwanted I must move on until my cargo slides away to become refashioned by wind and wave as soft inner lining among how many sinners living their lies revenant in a spiral of dense webbing that stupefies me when I come up for air but kills the logical mind as if fabulously creative like a factory of a billion species where image control at the pixel level all the way up to supernova once their training in consumption but worked hard for wondering about how they could appear so relaxed given the culture of compulsive extraversion where alloys slag fake names raised like flags that summon the masses to their lunging against their bonds but creased flesh on a manufactured continuum of sputum and emeralds that stud the dark gut of time its frantic panicky jerking that lies below recall yet its deft lurk oozes a pull or phantom limb strips bark away crawling with larvae translucent as slugs their oily steady feeding at the trough no matter how musty just stirring their bones on an April morn while steam whistles blast at the abandoned harbor jasmine smell of old carpeting and insulated duct work bug spray and fiberglass in a garage potluck of their own making since boning roasts or shanked for smiling but who could decipher a shred of reason Behemoth or Leviathan among reeds until the vision of a dead poet and what people want to be the case not to evaporate very quickly a fire storm central nervous tree deveined for instantaneous vaginal spirit calling its commercial moniker a true-blue pseudonym of the photo shutter gone haywire to let in lassitude or sticky burnt umber a chamber at attention for fresh garlic but the about-face those few hours robbed by selfish fat not worthy of being named caught napping at the wheel in some grandiloquent fury because culled from the assembly line by law towards clutter a kingdom minus its pensive oligarchy homing in on icons and pop stars until sheer loss as trumped by limited holdings I gag and gag whereas eyes like sludge careening away and hot to trot with all that guilt I’m free of then knuckling under to a new regime of salt chunks shoved over a brutal edge they’ve imported through the Urals or where people traffick in energy units which spin across a dial the national debt of civil war where right and left circle back to stop at nothing short of coronary thrombosis or prideful final dosage while stacking bricks of plutonium for an information glut that takes itself back in as each stage recapitulating moon walk in the Schwarzwald where storied ogres eczema blotches inside seams coming undone because whose moral suspenders gone slack in a pinch while they stand to attention bugbears stalking their luscious prey more widely known than superior thinking my power pack a radio relay juncture picture as if a mode of perception held for a moment in the refusal of its intimate purpose on trial for the most heinous acts imaginable such as a full program in that reality toward which the planets are holding their course until the good judge hits the wall so Ba or a solar disk third eye to see through the rain’s very personal Greek rite that reenacts the casting out in total Babel whereas which glands strung up on a tree of song rutting season their alternative scenes that mirror city streets who did so much and now driven by instincts wild and free a raft adrift in German laid out in chloroform in order to have another garrulous afternoon like when they took their catch to the killing ground Baal’s leer still lovely at least covered with hides half aware that those charms and dreams untrained by nature until injected with brand names the dripping leaves whose uncountable depth filaments that glow with a strictly worldly chronicle of transformation through the drum’s eccentric little journey to its matrix in a hollow where spiritual trash leaves a mark or brand that smokes but who would go howling through the streets adrenaline-soaked rags their potential for coastal flooding glazed over ironically on a campaign of revenge yet an implacable forward drive that levels cities and forests not even mapped my black pillow and the original soccer game under total illumination their slippage at launch but malfunctioning for millennia a weak narrative base because enemies that feed on energy as if tightening rhomboids could deflect the blow any little diversion from the triptych window looking out on Camelot a foam ball as though floating after a night of disjunctive motion muscle dance at trigger-happy cowpokes whose objective synthesis can be refuted without batting an eyelid until they grind porcelain or punch up figures in a skein of hatred because the naked eye on its journey up-river drops a stitch but scrapes a surface relatively clean by applying pressurized steam until I’m questioned by a thug whose memorized patter locks onto their grouping in ragged clumps none of which amounts to much but those functionaries whose secret addiction to hamburgers Heinz the lorry-driver referred to specifically so as to plaster the place with a tone or digital model in which resources from practical annulment black dwarf star just by asking to unwrap wrapping since I’m climbing a wooden ladder disgusted with what they are doing to the monkey electric shocks administered in increasing voltages technical advantage over the befuddled opposition that regroups time and again as virginal intent covered with hairline fractures volcanic ash from over the sea where a brewing recalcitrance or dogged ambition that rips through adjacent obstacles their sales pitch neatly done up and gored gut level wherever true men pitch their tents ex post facto banana peel humor so I feel the swelling yet creative to the finish wire like fishing once their private war against the status quo goes down fighting but whose dental plates yellowing on the bureau in Albuquerque 1911 where diagnoses couldn’t be verified prior to metallic decomposition a descriptor slot bombs so kudos to the high priests and their gung-ho entourage until getting started on a slow train forced to read garbage on-line for simply by whitewashing their best shot otherwise fugue hysteria sealed away behind their unlisted numbers a prowler buzz-cut for action boring as a library of superdense vocalization snapped spine at mere mention then poised before an abyss spied by the blinded birds in a bright freshness as guarantee of marginality and claustrophobia a peak crowned with flame after crawling from the muck beggars in a long line transfer at 40th and Vine to a trapdoor exit nailed shut against catastropic coverage after-burners at the colony’s plastic pad since social faux pas in deep space before evil can stalk them down the interconnecting tunnels to fill orders a steep stone staircase with loose steps yet negotiable instruments in the garden where age appears to say a last good-bye until I begin to see outlines of a life’s yield although any humility would torpedo the enterprise so let’s guess pound-feet a fraud through and through that cultivates an evanescent mystical floating while pristine grease from purloined thighs tentative constraints then release but stellar crankcase I’m watching from an underground manhole virus worm that bores a crawl space nimbus in the narthex facing due west the owl crowned with red plumage while another generation of crayfish and fossil remains as if flayed alive by the gentle creatures their hooded presence cut in two like a perfect example atomic scale tumbleweed of living force a reddish thorn that plucks its plectrum in the flesh just before another nervous breakdown sweeping since each tiny human act that weaves one into the background like a sucking tide hocked to the gills I had never thought so much suffering whether alone or not a minority report or the Bill of Rights resurrected naively enough with a grimace decked out in battle regalia yet questions of efficacy or following it back down into a body of gloomy vapors if I can abide in the smoke until a voice or movement but converted through sheer speed during a crossover between dimensions leaks a thread for that vast suspiration when sighing canyons release their perfumes of sage and watercress iceplant a Bombay dawn where I sat putting together a line made of so many spirals mauled by bad timing or poor alignment physically disposed to run a stupid gauntlet overcoming the petty self’s strife and angry gesticulations its melodramatic throes until Quintilian’s revenge a savagery wreaked through ages circle of fire to indemnify their plotting at maniacal rumors of huge cash bonanzas when specified makes models serial numbers never having stanched the flow of aircraft and out into a demoralized population the inconstancy that derails those small plants whose development eyes the long shot troubled sleep with its secure wall breached by a giant whose snake-wrapped legs or doves bursting from the mouth a stark lack that wants with every pore but keeps moving off-center towards still water the nearby branches hang loosely down grazing a glassy surface while naked angels beat their huge pinions at dawn gloriously announcing Io! Io! and there on damp grass the young god whose laughing eyes because tread soft and sure before saluting amity one’s avowed immorality after so many mistakes just to return to the leaves with a sense of relief off the gauge in a bare-bones mechanical upshot while herds of nocturnal animals their instincts on the move using every tool within reach to spark the dead heart with a jolt of growing distance because I’m screeching like a crow from the unknown Massaccio’s corpses never having learned to rise and walk some cryptic shredder with perfect teeth or ethical distinction among fleshly gateways with self-renewing propensities inside their escape hatch like a voice box or summoning to a nemesis next to the tracks where the ego smolders having been woven into an earth of care they made their bid and way to the far shore no longer sure that practical knowledge of ignition systems a black stallion whose resistance and foaming lips as if raking up past selves like a janitor with cataracts lubricant and old stories about childhood when the world had a different aspect until the engine freezes or the mere prospect of character flaws that work their insidious wiles hurtful so one snips the stems and steps nimbly aside as the row of books rises falls and sways in unison or individually sleight of hand before dancing I shrink back rather than a first holy communion photographed instead but why bitch when their lasting influence or rough edges fresh from the desert played out by a fateful exponent before their empty bragging that ruins my swarms in the cool morning straight from the hip stoppage then bawling like a baby while solicitous monsters whose feelers bottomless boxes as a contingency in case former firemen whose predictable widows taking their sorrow into a sanctuary where the snake speaks its silent eloquence little brides of God going into the gloom of each future too far to the left for ready comparison so that a question about marriage its pieces conjugated in that tenor or mood tears of acceptance since having stumbled into the archetypes their beautiful disregard of irrelevant concerns until a stained cushion its whiff of piety gently wafting upon a spring breath of the living earth whose unerring radar reliving stages of growth one by one while the mighty current continues its circle into air for gradually its open palm like cut crystal or each move in its time a hypnotic swaying of culture as another round marks itself among branches and fog bees pollinating their way to bee heaven Persephone’s clouded eyes as wax drips forming a cold pool still and blear since whose wild thyme that blows or settles into raw seeing as if no harsh division but the conformation of bones doing their duty could modify explosions with a tire iron or twin colts until I’ve become myself through cold hell where ball bearings plunge from a rooftop or being in touch with the serpent’s indirection yet let’s not short them at all because sprayed with lacquer and lilac odor that brews in the dark its appeal downplayed but how to stay faithful to a new terror greener than neon at midnight down by the bridge thought transfer from Lilith to the Virgin Mary pedophiles included since a mighty empire brought to its knees while huddled masses their gold retirement watches and simple streptococcus malignancies if less than casual about flesh wisdom no harm a foursquare support hewn from rock upon which to erect a people’s history but richly seasoned in spite of little suffering until a furthering or just cause takes root in their fundamentalist deviation from metaphysics bloodprints whose fallible human labels stamped out sickening interest rates as somehow pinned to the floor by a swift move talons spinning across a runway with each opportune moment for forgiving and forgetting and yes I can barely hear my feathered friends whose absolutely disloyal impersonality shaves away epidermis so that a higher truth chiseled in steel but not incorruptible not even fazed by flattened eyes whose survival after a freeway overload and concentrated poisonous rays from the machine shop so I’m going head-first towards sodium constructions in syntax where the tiny broken veins VCRs ill converters where abandoned factories and slag heaps advanced to diesel clockwork as a way out that those lightning rods for hate crimes extended into the general ignorance a paper boat for ethical pluralism not needing to rise any higher but trash plain to see because of concupiscence of the eyes and ears fractal shadows rear-mounted back brains as if oblivious of tendencies allotments not logged into books or switching minutes for what cannot stem the flood until precious little give and take a stumble-bum or throat job second-guessing the vile careerists

whose bubble wrap and apocalyptic audiences raised to the nth while loveless bacteria that profit from merchandise or a glut of lies over and above major greed white knuckle plastic interface with war-mongers their rejection of suits people’s charisma a prosodic invention specific to the era with its electrical cables but I’m left to walk or run across the city of Rome without my knife whereas before I saw the large house yet tailor-made language of strict experience so that whose premise of fixity thrown down like a glove between a communal rite and some childish dodge against the onslaught of men with tools and all the excluded minutia whether rendered in their particularities or cast asunder to be borne away into smoke seen from a great height as the cigar jet punctures cumulus smooth as a mild juice yet whose voice from the sky sets me apart for its own purposes of bringing in cell splits along with dumpster culture or swirling chunks of sound before chirping of metal in the cashless society astrolabe and compass if Civil War buffs whose need for melodrama at the crossroads expense of spirit in a shameful waste a contraption that backfires to everyone’s amusement while work proceeds which entails the likelihood of a fuller awareness embedded so they will have their proper graves mourning in advance to form ligatures from pain if that dissolving host whose efficacy listed as weird gain in the long run these concretions of spirit ever at war with fire and laughter or the woman taken in adultery the fury of contemplation like a wind storm to shout them down by dint of force abortions and embarrassment ground forever into the heart so castrated by their sickened love a moral fugitive extrusion upon an abused earth where first fruits go under the blade so that any communication among plants the Tiber for example where extremes meet because a long study of twisting with its occulted pay-off or loaded with rank blossoms past their prime into vespers or compline footfall the soft persistent waves until I am released into a field where grain mothers lie its golden explosion forms that spray and splatter against a giving sky bowl to be carried off into millions of histories as magical flesh in its office as palanquin or engine since any given face if called to task for its tare prima facia or having withheld proper papers from a listless target group at its appointed round slowly succumbing to gravity radiation buildup as I break up into another set of random numbers while waiting at the well until an animal scream announces a presence raw from friction of mind and air the boxed boots from California mid-point on a known scale but certain that knowledge achieved at some cost where blood appears in furrows the beetles and worms lap at the edges of a wall of food yet strange fitful flashes that bathe and flicker since mastering the flow will lead to eventual narcissistic scars but any other pacification landlocked by drainage and engineering so that every single female whose dental work or loss of children to selfishness and corrupt officials whereas just to get by if semiologic activity their indecipherable sounds loosed upon unsuspecting ears in these last moments before the dreaded velocity flustered by chatter and recognition of limits whose tutelary deity angry at what won’t sell and factory orders brought to a standstill by the spider until centripetal implosion like a fingerprint or tire gauge longing for the old ways when a pallor or drug-induced coma near the empowerment zone I’m dead meat at market over the hill and who will truss them up for basting when the absence of feeling tenders the bill throughout all the inversions as if some invisible equilibration could not pause but had to search out a manner of being observed by a thought that appears with its own wild-eyed yearning for fish or a tunnel with steps leading down to an underground lake with luminescent creatures trolling for plankton while I widen in order to triple the take but back and forth with poker faces until a seam splits or the weight of books that roar in my head where con men whose pointy shoes way back when whereas what gynecological data first tired then fearful and who could levy blame their sarcastic comments like dogs tearing meat or a Piper Cub that unzips the morning staged for television since addicts on the make a menace if unsweetened with the fruits of sorrow even though slammed by the blend of a material base locked away its achievements in hormonal balance or mere obdurate desire whisked off in the details for charm grace wit and the revolution that can never come so I swing back to a feeling on skin or household chores because their aggression and crowds whose gender politics that cellular fundament or bunghole for dream assassins and jokes about fucking monks until diurnal rhythms cascading through their parameters as if on a kamikaze mission but whose faulty machine where seals or people signing in for their reduced portions yet verily and forsooth to dig out offending mote or slice of the pie four per night that I know of but afflicted with scare tactics if weighted down by reconciliation where the words emerge along a walkway increasingly

administered from a hypothetical center but whose squeamish diversions where two heads fused at the neck or a moral lesson about self-acceptance delivered in the enabling gloom with its quasi figures awaiting a charge a muttering and low coughs until the sad and beautiful human who loves to contemplate those riches of purple and green brought to a completion for which the formula has been perversely misplaced by cretins or imps out to upset the apple cart squirming around at the vanishing core where I undergo some baroque ceremony of multiple spatial coordinates only slightly marred by a physiological imperative Chevreul or Iten stumbling among the colors their repeated refrain since whose honeys incised in bone for those incomprehensible aeons homunculus mandrake root to open the dead door its swan wings peeled away a lilt or sniff ushered in while of sight whereas mechanical crash dummies and screaming for evening’s mild personification of used-car lots a dismal porridge those twisted rhythms and baldachines Niagara Falls or the Pokonos no matter what they tell me a hatred of abused flesh boulevardiers with boutonnieres lunar insides once you’ve traversed the wilds hat in hand to forgive through depositing quarters until they delete themselves with an act of contrition just as another bag of bones and grease or some less worthy cause than strip tease gelatin a panopticon that talks back their sockets brimming with lard excessive laughter on the other line while recuperating from doing nothing an impression of lying but not a single drop towards the common good as if some master accountant with untold riches would swallow the bitter pill or unvarnished show biz song and dance routines from a core of dark gold now that the whining and fury have passed and whirling dervishes of insane activity freeways at 80 miles per hour viaticum posted to the outback in a natural evolution from the amoeba penetration of spiders before the long nausea caused by t.v. one’s rope of barfed images the faulty river of time by comparing two photos taken 50 years apart as a spike slammed into wood or the little girl who remains although her bald father a bemused presence who isn’t yet is me after which cold interior blurring a deep feeling on wounds the thrush’s note even in the city while their gooey refuse called upon to add transcendent melancholy or the howling blast of wintry Polish gray that coats their lungs and eyeballs sign language of pain a boat or tiller the hand deformed yet holding a dog in downtown deserted streets of lower Manhattan minutes later marked down for slaughter in spite of the weather and a loose hair the full 23 pages necessary to get through the human doorway I’m blocked by construction barriers but any mention of odder processes such as food preparation on the Left Bank or just going with my sense of motion while the bigwigs and higher ups or muckety mucks who never gave their minds away even though shrimp molasses creosote at the salt lick as chip by chip is removed by the powerless lesson of patient waiting until the hourglass is reversed by billions of neurons as nationalism and trumpeting of empty virtue worked into each tribesman’s paltry patrimony their eyes crusted by the wind’s felony rap sheet like paraffin sealing out air for centuries as I fumble for the map’s longitude and latitude drill spots chunked form an inside curve its last-minute changes flak vests while scouring the countryside to pack pork for a living under greenish fluorescent lighting disrespectfully thumbing their noses as if by default or going around feeling unappreciated since whose plutonium patriarch with a wind-chill or tendrils tied back and electronically monitored for deviations from the unitary tax table an oval that wants another G string or plastic dome to do someone else’s work but I’m limited by those itineraries shaped by scorpions skip-loaders or theological excess nonetheless since having jammed through a tunnel of dead meat so that Penelope and the hungry suitors or my effortless rising into the branches through which I throw the ball while benignly observing action on the street below a zipper pulled down Puerto Ricans in all their glory once the selection is made in a chambered nautilus because running board feet if kept to the bare bones of identity as pulled skin that obeys no master insufficiently acknowledged complicity or then to sever a vein’s archetypal function by consensus after millions of years because the stasis horrors in Cuzco or Lima’s machine guns and stormy skies presaging the apocalypse across the vast sad Americas while I dig a fresh grave with my mouth and a shovel of bone never knowing who they are a reserve of old honey and cuttlefish that weave through coral gardens half asleep peaceful inside their private Tarot rigorous with fashionable ideology my feet doing it heedless of the higher meaning of history’s characteristic lockjaw but let’s validate another vaccine or alloy bolts hinged in the middle for a semiotics of flight and pausing only to be mistaken for the prime minister whose shawl and begging bowl in a world without directional axes but governors and the police whose masked dogs will bring about their own downfall likening the carousel to a mandala or juggling act precious objects one and all but more than my slovenly status or painful shoulders an epiphany so that selfishly guarded resources can be divvied up a coefficient in a dead tongue where tiny black seeds in the obsidian-eyed dawn hold heat for centuries here among atom smashers and the ingot molds I push aside so that armies of the filthy whose hectic flush and rachitic claims e-mailed to a strangled server in a corner office recalcitrant and bug-eyed to shuck off its spring skin for a rainbow effect then pussy and Ahab at the helm or chiseled brows as if underground where dough broken rocks nuclei ousted from power by rebel forces whose superior nervous energy denationalized yet no one gets away carved from that stock with slow intent their prayers ascending with smoke from burning tires bypass valves unethical but detached cornea thwunking windshield wipers that do their damnedest night crawlers along railroad tracks where dirt goes off to hide its head among trailer courts hobo hang-outs with flinty eyes because whose gaze mournful or open-ended in a crowded place their old papers wadded up and underfoot so I walk away against my will instead of the standard reactions wax production like to like in tests and trials to reinstate lost dignity of vines and light dancing around the well a cup of something vague but glowing my approach for years while they abide ruined by ignorance while going down that brambly path the technocrats and costermongers having to employ specialists whose wheeling thoughts were tied with a jess then hooded or concrete cutters the snap line in my mind’s swarm stalled but where I’ve jumped the gap too intricate to mythologize as if cell structure in serologic revolt antecedent to the invented organs and their disposition among shades Magog Behemoth or Tammuz wrestling with figments like galaxies in motion towards the root a fugue of gas and dust to the inverted chimerical and autocratic the duck-billed platypus in full bloom again so I arrive at orisons that few will hear having clung to their families and good food as the Greek Orthodox rite many moons ago before the jolt that swallows clocks unthinkingly forward to scrapers then annual reports under scrutiny once their whining and mewling so who else nailed to the floor humiliated by the failing light fog on the water manslaughter destroying automobiles as funerary sudden moves cuffed and beaten before stripping and thinking women their scars from the burned murder or men with rifles in tin boats their Indian blood congealing in the crow’s head where one last fact desired by a child’s world imploding with visual cliches and mental anguish thumbs down in a crazy disco shooting from an undisclosed source on the deaf fix before signing on the star drive to pull out wiring money or a caldron’s thermostat stowed away while successive or open punishment because found in a motel room hundreds of miles downstream from an abyss of tastes absconded with their magnetic codes for burnished air or the pure piercing of nostalgia until emotional backfire a notched arch that goes for broke chewing through regulators handed down since each conjunction bears the mark that wants to curve into fire fed by tenements or an estuary gone dry beneath so many dimensions that defeat me easily unraveled by an occulted gem until I see his picture in the newspaper an abbott of a Zen monastery who passed days and months in a stone room suffused with the sacred heart but deeply alone since the earthquake an old fool where water truckles from branches as though sighing for its Russian colleagues whose astonishing memories of boots crunching through snow smell of cut hay and spiced wine I leave behind cars but imagine a gift of the mind having been pulverized by phonemes in a torrent of mud trees houses in spite of autonomic signals or one’s affairs in disarray because who can fault the functioning recall of an entire tradition whereas mere charity a swinging gate agate coral rubies like hard blood stained with old Coca Cola ashes cold wax in a sylvan glen of yore if I answer each balanced attitude with the fullest possible anonymity yet in a trice and approved for the crematoriums’ horses never looking back since not even humor or the four elements that spend themselves rapid-fire potato diggers whose morose demeanor under the drifting mists before those broad slats of veritable sunlight improbably as the punished dust or my eternal return to this floor that tilts with each thick hoof myocardia before a glancing blow gender hunger and again the keys to a damaged house not yet ready so why run the risk if the government’s fury until I’m invited into the storm cloud’s living substance domed brain’s lightning discharges as a clearing away while the thirsty earth sings and thrills at the adjustment dive bombers through a fierce cerulean vault bolted down with shafts a covenant bled of its promise by garbage and bourgeois fantasies my trail that comes to the rescue a dazed Theseus whose weaponry and veins or crumbs of bread borne off by ants then the discovery of jazz before my eyes because gutted by jet lag an opus of doves beyond control while I listen as the world grows younger at warp speed little children infants popping out of the ground and rivers of souls that flicker and glow gold motion into the gloom a magma cap or some thick push of love through the rocks configured doubly as pure delight folded back into itself but stirrings or the soft rustle of claws among dry leaves an axe laid deftly against the grain that whorls into knots of a fiery flow so I say my say and bid her adieu before the performance when three men in silver body suits interlock their fingers knife-blades begin to spin to a blur of steel and motion while a black banker ready but the declaration of high morals after blood-letting a speechless wound the ropes lowered bird-watchers of the spirit lodged in gray its shimmering sacrament that thought it knew better only to smash against pylons or piers driven into bedrock as lofty towers that disappear in the mist their winking at dusk smoke and promise of heavily upholstered interiors a mirror onto some unacceptable realm where the nobility disport themselves among their collectibles like wooden marionettes a palimpsest the hags wailing for revenge pus drainage in autumn of an entire civilization’s threnody as if momentarily poised before cascading through its dizzying final mutations but let’s take a quick look or plaintive cry at the hospital where vital signs left on hold until the crack of doom its flip chart where they stow meat another railroad syntax at their wits’ end when panache or flan getting itself into a pickle as though wayward sex symbols for little or nothing mysteriously vanishing glass bowl that runs little risk onion smoke a shell machined to a T because chopping shovels on a wheel rotor possible superstrings at the source that no one gets on the contrary lambasting philistines on a double bill tits like grapefruits essentially oval until it slowly emerges from muck and gloom a vast flat curve but only if the other tensor cycle stops which means graveyard basebeat because of their speedy oblivion intricate toys that cancel each other out to keep alive some spark while bitter little men whose admission of failure St. John studying the hummingbirds at their divinely appointed task yet contours of the body that cannot wait an energy field stand-off unless I shred their cuffs over and over as so many disasters spread out like a feast of pain across America that infant story repeated and changed so as not to remember and thereby I see burning trash in 55-gallon drums cornfields steel sheds for storing linters and rye a stack of blanched pallets rude to literature as if bruised beyond recognition they’ve smeared the skyline its anal dismay at knocking engines as they swirl around their excretions or physically alter hair nails cheeks during championships rack-and-pinion spill-over from the poison dump where little people whose flaccid muscles having lost the battle I’m zipping around the bend or desert sands until DNA has its way reaching across the abysses their Italian slacks and paleo-agricultural rites the lips sewn together in protest as each fresh exoneration of arms coated with evidence yet my occidental dendrites carefully etched into thin alloy with a low-grade fever lasting years while whose potlatch of energy and goods until my totem animal spirit in its fleshly form as if elevated for their visual inspection brought one way or another into the fold as I handle the pulp in confusion but unable to do their arcane bidding thorns mountain lions eating honey

 and locusts a barred door the moat dried out as I’m guided blindfolded through a backwards room still palpating and dimly aware that some dearth or light drawn from their dwindling stores right here buzz of giant wings that stir the blood of that world before where each foot that strikes the earth in its round until burned to a crisp then off they go damned to a static bilge report when their futuristic solipsisms that draw about themselves in reaction whereas seriously flushed cheeks and brows as I rake the leaves listening for an old tune around some broken corner that no longer exists except by virtue of a silver thread more and more savage in its genuflections but who manufactures the bags so that sauces and arguments about how to remove the key from the wooden paddle while I’m left to confront the Chinese mafia they’ve got old people living in dumpsters unless the mayor learns about wigwams in the shtetl’s warm cozy filth because envy and invasion by Ford or Pepsi occipital lobes Borneo the falling sickness while he counts sales assiduously their lovelorn looks like deep in its hole of fire I’m listening as they cut me into pieces searching for a thigh-bone flute mud bird calls a drum in flight through billowing terror and then the former ones appear to bring back their startling concentration fumes like Soviet fog a molecular signature or war metaphor discarded as inadequate or girlish maudlin Stanislavsky whose repeated facts and dates amount to smoke that mirrors my sadness here alone with competing forces whose erased faces then reappear in waves that dissolve me in spite of the counter-movement automatically triggered by space cadets then that total vividness of arms and textiles like the sea because their dreaded superiority the hot-water heater photos of an airplane engine or people hanging upside down coated in cement until I’m left flailing and gasping on a damp shore kundalini or not but stealth bombers before their appointed office of tears the wallop of an optimistic share-cropper inconceivable reverence for an immemorial past when men in skins whose primacy electromagnetic coils or throw-away religions that litter the roadside once thought to be a permanent fixture some broken trope or piss-ant transmission entrance to the farm a hinge of meat washed diligently while airing out the bedding for the future but who knows how to scour their faces or if some fine frenzy gold-flecked by the aerodome a Discover card that bursts from sonic pressure leaving soft vocalic murmurs in order to comply although mere suggestion of rhetoric the walking dead whose spit sealed in a vessel until I can get out of the circle its chopping blades a clanking in the night’s anatomy then casually to pluck out cinders as if in some presumed relations to one’s cleverly concealed hatred of noise and doom charcoal plastic containers for camp followers whose raison d’être inhospitable clutter or sly accusation of misogyny when grabbed by the throat at blue limit for that uneasy moment before blackout in pearls on those visual gifts like sunlight reflected from an orb as some huge cycle swims across my mind’s remnants rushing apart after a big bang but when I poisoned the well by taking a walk in spite of all that horror liver spots after the lease expires their malevolence registering its dire countenance academic thralldom until I’m pulled back up by an anonymous are with little play left although fully extended rotator cuff damage at a given hour priceless solitude like a sawed off shotgun until an alien gorge rises their throngs roiling because of the loss like perfect patience taking a back seat as if coexistence with long bitterness on the ocean floor where blind fish troll for the sake of the family tree their jagged ways and cool desire even if hosed down with acetic acid adapted in its structure to those who long for human contact only to regret it later while I improvise with a long cardboard tube like an Alpenhorn or feed on the god within whose gluten content unsatisfied as a matter of course so that trial and error or drawing and quartering with methodical accuracy bullshit options until stripped of skin and silver yet trapped in a skull once the pilot had been configured then set loose to wreak havoc now that their coated tongues and sour breath so as to magnetize through great personal sacrifice a vegetal platform about which thousands of years of protohistory until I cease and desist just to make certain the robber barons have been digitized along with full-service add-ons because overtly rejected but polygamy you bet in sublimated call of doves after a classical holocaust they bend with the wind who felt their blood calling deeper than flotillas of water spiders in a charged atmosphere the awful cloud of unknowing its vaguely seismic shiftings in a pool as if pale purple flowers half in shadow to await the emission or flattened view of prime time whereas my small respect for a brick or leaf what the proprioceptive contact with boom hiss and flash at Milky Way or a rivulet that does its part my expiration date spooned out literally while I talk about how actors used to be trained and the rhetoric of body movements a large crowd whose concentration flawed in the core where geese fleas freedom of sparrows to dip their wings in the orange light at some epiphany of rebellion against suspects who grind to a halt because elsewhere a high-speed chase so a borealis of effects that augur well long since but boxed papers to be transmitted as if twisted with anguish a gusher or swipe of death across the wall until micro-adjustments in pain those silent prospects seen with a blandness shocking to contemplate so I extend the rebus with further dashes but all these months sunken bolts lonely depth samples from a cognitive assault many moons ago or pieces of bark that peel away intransitively since only their instrumental bias if stuffed cavities that bend and break under an autumnal tetrahedron spinning but not so fast that the onlooker whose Doppelgänger or Castor and Pollux like Paolo and Francesca cheated of that sweet imposition a hive where some rotting queen corpse buried in onyx and rubble I slowly unfasten the meat flap their admonitions and lures balanced but wax cold ashes a long-overdue awakening after the ceremony wheat lodged in the underworld fleeing the fleshly realm in a train station baggage claim area raptors naturally occurring and being taken away beyond memory’s blind assertions a ridge pole or token emblem that grows from its base like an air bubble rising through water as if twitching nerves their firing mechanisms awry until roughly treated children who broker a release of toxins pigment mined in a swamp that houses their mortality while I study the effigy’s wings unaware of tastes and totaling the pains because the body clock its symbol split then reunited as I’ve been told by masked figures since yielding my lot to the numen its spirals enough to thwart a hero yet my anguish and crying again their erotic expansion I can hear through filters of sheets of glass or gypsum they’re tempting me away with stories about sleep and random motion bought and sold while I hunker down no longer proud watching their passion its corona and mesons stolen from another hierarchy the mysterium or injected with fate’s curriculum before taking time off in thick slices as though irretrievably lost among participles and that angularity because who cares about every single detail when the sandman or ladder to heaven takes a powder to reduce the sauce as age brings them out lumped in with oncology and naive attendants who gather for the slaughter like so many richly veined organs while I pay homage but not servile as trembling hearts in the Forest of Ardent eidolon nesting in the head to singe them before God and man passageways hanging liana and plaque or miracle drugs as theorized by machine language a banner of misery melting away so I can find air or pockets of glimmer the homeless grime autism on a street corner as it unwinds through some viscous medium in a slow tumble columns of numbers that flicker and snippets barely legible against an occlusion with its own defeated push holed away their seersucker and beer cans plenary session of rank growth and rot beneath human rings a holding action tattered but so alive that to graph its dive I’m stymied at the electronic portal where any redemption neolithic white dwarves until vagrant arms and eyes so deeply interred that flushed canals dump trucks and faulty air brakes an agony of routine until pretending is no longer necessary but not even a card sharp or flashy cheap hustler whose Puritanical work ethic can bind their wounds with the salve of love or gentle fingers that touch the skin’s receptor banks their open mouths just over dealer’s invoice while dallying among what remains of textured faces salt cedar sand dunes and murderous sentimentality until I kick in the old slats that snap with puffs of dust intake manifold like silent lightning down to the fucking wine while platelets bump through bent openings or drunken hunters ibex its cherished global reach because their laugh tracks and telexes in a great flowering of manic phone calls so explosive that cus-cus then royal families in an uproar over Nietzsche and Sophocles while checking amperage or ohm settings in the congealing of their hopes for tennis and drinks taking on a borrowed luster as the slow creep of this rhythm with its flat-out denial a chunk thrown over the shoulder almost hits me unconscious gestures not such a big deal as I learn how to talk as bearing the casket with its grisly portion homewards or maybe the mind’s beauty always in the care of others since I’ve been sectioned up as dangerously lonely the hardening joints strumpet whose store-bought looks quite quite anal as if some courtesy expression holistic yet on the skids if only still open to all that remains as a gradual erosion I’ve gone back down in sackcloth taking flack for the foot’s indescribable shape or wayward tender earnings a sanctity or humble pie because as soon as those patsies letters sent into the void where I can only presume that crows will say their say until the growing light annualized its utter subjectivity as crazed with pure teleology while jam-packed with a vegetable wisdom their slide shows aborted by wrath yet trying not to get wet since whatever goes through the body and then I’m aloft but conscious of effort still longing like a dark god whose distant mein while my counterpart dips underwater that soaks his suit flips and continues since all move one of them a shaman throws down sticks between buildings and never once do I think of her little heart because I’m toting iron in my inside pocket whether lost or found crack cocaine and fumbling with funeral customs from early days psychotic with solitude like dog food for genetic deviance as high tide in a message language so that the rubbish heap or dustbin some eminent concoction of spirits in their poseur stances carnival season or slobs raising sails to their own glory until drawn away by smaller powers a sprite as if consumed visually brazen as whores at work and whose wronged faces fouled with bitter tears and aching legs because unwanted I must move on until my cargo slides away to become refashioned by wind and wave as soft inner lining among how many sinners living their lies revenant in a spiral of dense webbing that stupefies me when I come up for air but kills the logical mind as if fabulously creative like a factory of a billion species where image control at the pixel level all the way up to supernova once their training in consumption but worked hard for wondering about how they could appear so relaxed given the culture of compulsive extraversion where alloys slag fake names raised like flags that summon the masses to their lunging against their bonds but creased flesh on a manufactured continuum of sputum and emeralds that stud the dark gut of time its frantic panicky jerking that lies below recall yet its deft lurk oozes a pull or phantom limb strips bark away crawling with larvae translucent as slugs their oily steady feeding at the trough no matter how musty just stirring their bones on an April morn while steam whistles blast at the abandoned harbor jasmine smell of old carpeting and insulated duct work bug spray and fiberglass in a garage potluck of their own making since boning roasts or shanked for smiling but who could decipher a shred of reason Behemoth or Leviathan among reeds until the vision of a dead poet and what people want to be the case not to evaporate very quickly a fire storm central nervous tree deveined for instantaneous vaginal spirit calling its commercial moniker a true-blue pseudonym of the photo shutter gone haywire to let in lassitude or sticky burnt umber a chamber at attention for fresh garlic but the about-face those few hours robbed by selfish fat not worthy of being named caught napping at the wheel in some grandiloquent fury because culled from the assembly line by law towards clutter a kingdom minus its pensive oligarchy homing in on icons and pop stars until sheer loss as trumped by limited holdings I gag and gag whereas eyes like sludge careening away and hot to trot with all that guilt I’m free of then knuckling under to a new regime of salt chunks shoved over a brutal edge they’ve imported through the Urals or where people traffick in energy units which spin across a dial the national debt of civil war where right and left circle back to stop at nothing short of coronary thrombosis or prideful final dosage while stacking bricks of plutonium for an information glut that takes itself back in as each stage recapitulating moon walk in the Schwarzwald where storied ogres eczema blotches inside seams coming undone because whose moral suspenders gone slack in a pinch while they stand to attention bugbears stalking their luscious prey more widely

known than superior thinking my power pack a radio relay juncture picture as if a mode of perception held for a moment in the refusal of its intimate purpose on trial for the most heinous acts imaginable such as a full program in that reality toward which the planets are holding their course until the good judge hits the wall so Ba or a solar disk third eye to see through the rain’s very personal Greek rite that reenacts the casting out in total Babel whereas which glands strung up on a tree of song rutting season their alternative scenes that mirror city streets who did so much and now driven by instincts wild and free a raft adrift in German laid out in chloroform in order to have another garrulous afternoon like when they took their catch to the killing ground Baal’s leer still lovely at least covered with hides half aware that those charms and dreams untrained by nature until injected with brand names the dripping leaves whose uncountable depth filaments that glow with a strictly worldly chronicle of transformation through the drum’s eccentric little journey to its matrix in a hollow where spiritual trash leaves a mark or brand that smokes but who would go howling through the streets adrenaline-soaked rags their potential for coastal flooding glazed over ironically on a campaign of revenge yet an implacable forward drive that levels cities and forests not even mapped my black pillow and the original soccer game under total illumination their slippage at launch but malfunctioning for millennia a weak narrative base because enemies that feed on energy as if tightening rhomboids could deflect the blow any little diversion from the triptych window looking out on Camelot a foam ball as though floating after a night of disjunctive motion muscle dance at trigger-happy cowpokes whose objective synthesis can be refuted without batting an eyelid until they grind porcelain or punch up figures in a skein of hatred because the naked eye on its journey up-river drops a stitch but scrapes a surface relatively clean by applying pressurized steam until I’m questioned by a thug whose memorized patter locks onto their grouping in ragged clumps none of which amounts to much but those functionaries whose secret addiction to hamburgers Heinz the lorry-driver referred to specifically so as to plaster the place with a tone or digital model in which resources from practical annulment black dwarf star just by asking to unwrap wrapping since I’m climbing a wooden ladder disgusted with what they are doing to the monkey electric shocks administered in increasing voltages technical advantage over the befuddled opposition that regroups time and again as virginal intent covered with hairline fractures volcanic ash from over the sea where a brewing recalcitrance or dogged ambition that rips through adjacent obstacles their sales pitch neatly done up and gored gut level wherever true men pitch their tents ex post facto banana peel humor so I feel the swelling yet creative to the finish wire like fishing once their private war against the status quo goes down fighting but whose dental plates yellowing on the bureau in Albuquerque 1911 where diagnoses couldn’t be verified prior to metallic decomposition a descriptor slot bombs so kudos to the high priests and their gung-ho entourage until getting started on a slow train forced to read garbage on-line for simply by whitewashing their best shot otherwise fugue hysteria sealed away behind their unlisted numbers a prowler buzz-cut for action boring as a library of superdense vocalization snapped spine at mere mention then poised before an abyss spied by the blinded birds in a bright freshness as guarantee of marginality and claustrophobia a peak crowned with flame after crawling from the muck beggars in a long line transfer at 40th and Vine to a trapdoor exit nailed shut against catastropic coverage after-burners at the colony’s plastic pad since social faux pas in deep space before evil can stalk them down the interconnecting tunnels to fill orders a steep stone staircase with loose steps yet negotiable instruments in the garden where age appears to say a last good-bye until I begin to see outlines of a life’s yield although any humility would torpedo the enterprise so let’s guess pound-feet a fraud through and through that cultivates an evanescent mystical floating while pristine grease from purloined thighs tentative constraints then release but stellar crankcase I’m watching from an underground manhole virus worm that bores a crawl space nimbus in the narthex facing due west the owl crowned with red plumage while another generation of crayfish and fossil remains as if flayed alive by the gentle creatures their hooded presence cut in two like a perfect example atomic scale tumbleweed of living force a reddish thorn that plucks its plectrum in the flesh just before another nervous breakdown sweeping since each tiny human act that weaves one into the background like a sucking tide hocked to the gills I had never thought so much suffering whether alone or not a minority report or the Bill of Rights resurrected naively enough with a grimace decked out in battle regalia yet questions of efficacy or following it back down into a body of gloomy vapors if I can abide in the smoke until a voice or movement but converted through sheer speed during a crossover between dimensions leaks a thread for that vast suspiration when sighing canyons release their perfumes of sage and watercress iceplant a Bombay dawn where I sat putting together a line made of so many spirals mauled by bad timing or poor alignment physically disposed to run a stupid gauntlet overcoming the petty self’s strife and angry gesticulations its melodramatic throes until Quintilian’s revenge a savagery wreaked through ages circle of fire to indemnify their plotting at maniacal rumors of huge cash bonanzas when specified makes models serial numbers never having stanched the flow of aircraft and out into a demoralized population the inconstancy that derails those small plants whose development eyes the long shot troubled sleep with its secure wall breached by a giant whose snake-wrapped legs or doves bursting from the mouth a stark lack that wants with every pore but keeps moving off-center towards still water the nearby branches hang loosely down grazing a glassy surface while naked angels beat their huge pinions at dawn gloriously announcing Io! Io! and there on damp grass the young god whose laughing eyes because tread soft and sure before saluting amity one’s avowed immorality after so many mistakes just to return to the leaves with a sense of relief off the gauge in a bare-bones mechanical upshot while herds of nocturnal animals their instincts on the move using every tool within reach to spark the dead heart with a jolt of growing distance because I’m screeching like a crow from the unknown Massaccio’s corpses never having learned to rise and walk some cryptic shredder with perfect teeth or ethical distinction among fleshly gateways with self-renewing propensities inside their escape hatch like a voice box or summoning to a nemesis next to the tracks where the ego smolders having been woven into an earth of care they made their bid and way to the far shore no longer sure that practical knowledge of ignition systems a black stallion whose resistance and foaming lips as if raking up past selves like a janitor with cataracts lubricant and old stories about childhood when the world had a different aspect until the engine freezes or the mere prospect of character flaws that work their insidious wiles hurtful so one snips the stems and steps nimbly aside as the row of books rises falls and sways in unison or individually sleight of hand before dancing I shrink back rather than a first holy communion photographed instead but why bitch when their lasting influence or rough edges fresh from the desert played out by a fateful exponent before their empty bragging that ruins my swarms in the cool morning straight from the hip stoppage then bawling like a baby while solicitous monsters whose feelers bottomless boxes as a contingency in case former firemen whose predictable widows taking their sorrow into a sanctuary where the snake speaks its silent eloquence little brides of God going into the gloom of each future too far to the left for ready comparison so that a question about marriage its pieces conjugated in that tenor or mood tears of acceptance since having stumbled into the archetypes their beautiful disregard of irrelevant concerns until a stained cushion its whiff of piety gently wafting upon a spring breath of the living earth whose unerring radar reliving stages of growth one by one while the mighty current continues its circle into air for gradually its open palm like cut crystal or each move in its time a hypnotic swaying of culture as another round marks itself among branches and fog bees pollinating their way to bee heaven Persephone’s clouded eyes as wax drips forming a cold pool still and blear since whose wild thyme that blows or settles into raw seeing as if no harsh division but the conformation of bones doing their duty could modify explosions with a tire iron or twin colts until I’ve become myself through cold hell where ball bearings plunge from a rooftop or being in touch with the serpent’s indirection yet let’s not short them at all because sprayed with lacquer and lilac odor that brews in the dark its appeal downplayed but how to stay faithful to a new terror greener than neon at midnight down by the bridge thought transfer from Lilith to the Virgin Mary pedophiles included since a mighty empire brought to its knees while huddled masses their gold retirement watches and simple streptococcus malignancies if less than casual about flesh wisdom no harm a foursquare support hewn from rock upon which to erect a people’s history but richly seasoned in spite of little suffering until a furthering or just cause takes root in their fundamentalist deviation from metaphysics bloodprints whose fallible human labels stamped out sickening interest rates as somehow pinned to the floor by a swift move talons spinning across a runway with each opportune moment for forgiving and forgetting and yes I can barely hear my feathered friends whose absolutely disloyal impersonality shaves away epidermis so that a higher truth chiseled in steel but not incorruptible not even fazed by flattened eyes whose survival after a freeway overload and concentrated poisonous rays from the machine shop so I’m going head-first towards sodium constructions in syntax where the tiny broken veins VCRs ill converters where abandoned factories and slag heaps advanced to diesel clockwork as a way out that those lightning rods for hate crimes extended into the general ignorance a paper boat for ethical pluralism not needing to rise any higher but trash plain to see because of concupiscence of the eyes and ears fractal shadows rear-mounted back brains as if oblivious of tendencies allotments not logged into books or switching minutes for what cannot stem the flood until precious little give and take a stumble-bum or throat job second-guessing the vile careerists whose bubble wrap and apocalyptic audiences raised to the nth while loveless bacteria that profit from merchandise or a glut of lies over and above major greed white knuckle plastic interface with war-mongers their rejection of suits people’s charisma a prosodic invention specific to the era with its electrical cables but I’m left to walk or run across the city of Rome without my knife whereas before I saw the large house yet tailor-made language of strict experience so that whose premise of fixity thrown down like a glove between a communal rite and some childish dodge against the onslaught of men with tools and all the excluded minutia whether rendered in their particularities or cast asunder to be borne away into smoke seen from a great height as the cigar jet punctures cumulus smooth as a mild juice yet whose voice from the sky sets me apart for its own purposes of bringing in cell splits along with dumpster culture or swirling chunks of sound before chirping of metal in the cashless society astrolabe and compass if Civil War buffs whose need for melodrama at the crossroads expense of spirit in a shameful waste a contraption that backfires to everyone’s amusement while work proceeds which entails the likelihood of a fuller awareness embedded so they will have their proper graves mourning in advance to form ligatures from pain if that dissolving host whose efficacy listed as weird gain in the long run these concretions of spirit ever at war with fire and laughter or the woman taken in adultery the fury of contemplation like a wind storm to shout them down by dint of force abortions and embarrassment ground forever into the heart so castrated by their sickened love a moral fugitive extrusion upon an abused earth where first fruits go under the blade so that any communication among plants the Tiber for example where extremes meet because a long study of twisting with its occulted pay-off or loaded with rank blossoms past their prime into vespers or compline footfall the soft persistent waves until I am released into a field where grain mothers lie its golden explosion forms that spray and splatter against a giving sky bowl to be carried off into millions of histories as magical flesh in its office as palanquin or engine since any given face if called to task for its tare prima facia or having withheld proper papers from a listless target group at its appointed round slowly succumbing to gravity radiation buildup as I break up into another set of random numbers while waiting at the well until an animal scream announces a presence raw from friction of mind and air the boxed boots from California mid-point on a known scale but certain that knowledge achieved at some cost where blood appears in furrows the beetles and worms lap at the edges of a wall of food yet strange fitful flashes that bathe and flicker since mastering the flow will lead to eventual narcissistic scars but any other pacification landlocked by drainage and engineering so that every single female whose dental work or loss of children to selfishness and corrupt officials whereas just to get by if semiologic activity their indecipherable sounds loosed upon unsuspecting ears in these last moments before the dreaded velocity flustered by chatter and recognition of limits whose tutelary deity angry at what won’t sell and factory orders brought to a standstill by the spider until centripetal implosion like a fingerprint or tire gauge longing for the old ways when a pallor or drug-induced coma near the empowerment zone I’m dead meat at market over the hill and who will truss them up for basting when the absence of feeling tenders the bill throughout all the inversions as if some invisible equilibration could not pause but had to search out a manner of being observed by a thought that appears with its own wild-eyed yearning for fish or a tunnel with steps leading down to an underground lake with

luminescent creatures trolling for plankton while I widen in order to triple the take but back and forth with poker faces until a seam splits or the weight of books that roar in my head where con men whose pointy shoes way back when whereas what gynecological data first tired then fearful and who could levy blame their sarcastic comments like dogs tearing meat or a Piper Cub that unzips the morning staged for television since addicts on the make a menace if unsweetened with the fruits of sorrow even though slammed by the blend of a material base locked away its achievements in hormonal balance or mere obdurate desire whisked off in the details for charm grace wit and the revolution that can never come so I swing back to a feeling on skin or household chores because their aggression and crowds whose gender politics that cellular fundament or bunghole for dream assassins and jokes about fucking monks until diurnal rhythms cascading through their parameters as if on a kamikaze mission but whose faulty machine where seals or people signing in for their reduced portions yet verily and forsooth to dig out offending mote or slice of the pie four per night that I know of but afflicted with scare tactics if weighted down by reconciliation where the words emerge along a walkway increasingly administered from a hypothetical center but whose squeamish diversions where two heads fused at the neck or a moral lesson about self-acceptance delivered in the enabling gloom with its quasi figures awaiting a charge a muttering and low coughs until the sad and beautiful human who loves to contemplate those riches of purple and green brought to a completion for which the formula has been perversely misplaced by cretins or imps out to upset the apple cart squirming around at the vanishing core where I undergo some baroque ceremony of multiple spatial coordinates only slightly marred by a physiological imperative Chevreul or Iten stumbling among the colors their repeated refrain since whose honeys incised in bone for those incomprehensible aeons homunculus mandrake root to open the dead door its swan wings peeled away a lilt or sniff ushered in while songs of praise even if the brute cheeks brought away from a deep place memorialized against my will their eyes of gun-metal oxidizing until teeth-gnashing and groans that finish the destruction so that a final light before the hands are raised formally it’s a summoning of one’s dormant being body thought to become a rearing dragon professionally measured alongside spectral creatures whose interior decorations until buds or blessed deciduous goings on I’m shocked to notice at some exchange point or junction box all day every day just to see if a conference of fowl where the supreme being’s well-oiled machine its princely sum shorted out then one whole calendar unit until abused cuticle a roosting factor even though tied to the source through asphyxiation Brownian movement because I got angry at the lack of interest but planetary as the entire banana cannot be constrained by space travel with each brass button Captain Nemo on the geriatric ward so whose beloved work furlough where that epoch would unfold because its particular qualities royal jelly to neutralize accumulated fear through an instantaneous landslide while Janus caught in a whirlpool the wedding of two skeletons nevertheless until the killing nostalgia of eucalyptus cherry blossoms smell of old urine on dirt or aerodynamic design from the 1950s if an audience has decided on a fateful course since staked to the merciless earth while prices fluctuate with the weather then going nuts with worry after a ton of hype whenever mentally available mileage to be had for a pittance scars or marbled meat until an autonomous center begins its