blue tinted tiles

  

hushing conversing spittaking  

beneath the crash-hell

burst of scalding fluoridated gossipers

splattering to all-consuming death.

here, here is a new place, a new player in the drama

a cleanser of ****

an exorcist

A shard of inflexible light
shrouds around the shoulder.

Maker of a new corrosion,
stirring Jesus winged into the
cartridge of gums.

Rash rolling in the
hard dark,
inconsolable;
the falling
stars
of indignity

In the strange skin,
killing deer in the white
priscillas What
dark ****
succumbs to this
river of light

I eat in the soft belly
the news of night

born on wings of blood

to take the turning feet
of the red god

spread in white valor
on the orb
of putrescence

abyssal arcs of black
curl over the interstate -
traveling with
             blemishes
in the wiry dearth
of grass

a cracking s pring in the
wastespace bleeding the up and down
edge

of who's plowing
shame. all while

nine folds
of fat    

crawl with the
        under-wrought
larvae of sour water;

they teem
with insecticides,

hopping to
deliver Insider
theory on
Non-Hodgkin's
absolute
       *****

a round, and hard
belly

gorged on scaly
hands churning

sea-anemone

         in the wild grass
of factory-heads

the hard light kisses the
         drop-mouths of starving  
gluts keens and howls

pleasured in the Prism of
waste.

a curled posture of
Liberty

The bloated sundresses of
jellyfish cross
through the air
as a lunch
of tendon and ink
blooms in the street;

parabolas of flesh
are but
brief remembrances
of the music,
like dragging charcoal
across the hand

or digging a grave
with a *****
of flowers

names:
none in

the machine

in
spiral
digital mounds,
in

a hypogeum of  
sonic masks,
      chipped at by
spears of
Light;

numbing
somewhere close by
is the alien
unfelt, unseen;
always watching,
malicious to the
organism,
injurious
to the regular processes
of life.
It comes out in the
light.
You see it everyday.
It has a name.

Can you guess it?