They say it's deer
Deer that change shape
An ancient Whitman
they say
caught one once

The woman who would not wear fruit
to hide herself like Eve on stage
refused to wear the shoes a
hermaphrodite gave her

She ran thru front yards she
ran thru bedrooms the
shadow she gathered from
the oak will keep her

sanity so long as she holds
the right note in her chest

bat flies out of the night into
my headlights
loops in draculan arc

it is 4 o clock in the
dark in the maze where my
heart knows no clock

the radio is singing a lesson in
lost love where the wires
buzz and intersect

animal notes in the streets

metal on the field of my tongue
hijacks your signal
like a surprise flight of bat

can't talk like a poet got
a foul mouth I spit blood
people think I'm simple
because I am

you would rather study human acrobatics
like you would rare animals
but their talk blinds your raised knife

curling onto a fake memory
I smell the burning intelligence
just to watch is convenient romantic

Name it.  It kills poets.

When I am thrown from a cliff
how will I address the spirits ?

With my limbs crashing in our wooden room ?
the primitive sectors of my mind in flames ?

When my tongue pushes sacred air I
invoke silent destruction

Every impure atom flounders
My blood will remain

Puking with ****** revelation
Giving lethal sanction to pure hearts

Creation is the mad bird that never sleeps
with its head beneath the blade

Our murderers will turn like surprised doves
but our oldest comrades will declare war

One particle has betrayed your wit
you are speeding into a single cell

Right below your memory is hollow
your past implodes despite your will

disappear with her
and the bar room growls
while the wistful claws
force out into their homes
beneath the swelling sea
from the ruin
of my memory
We walk into Purgatory
the way two children dance to the fair
For minutes
We're there
innocence blesses the sky
our hearts made of white
Light

one lingering arm will curl around
a fence of breath

formations appear against time in
orange arias

a remote nervous soundtrack tingles
ever silent

Who can live in this quiet
as dog's songs splinter
carmine pressure

Equatorial walls
capture half howls
through gristle lenses

One drop of ash
scars the maps
At last her eye

is the string torn
from the hem of the ****

I will take a train to Babylon but never declare my own trespassing bombs
Red dirt in the mind is hardened and seduced for one minute and then lost

Pedestrians are mowed down as I hoard weapons for ecstasy
I bathe in hard water a blued frontier explorer while the sun is nothing

I have to smother your discoveries while you come onto filth icicles
The letters of the killed mark my path announcing biblical winter

A lost cohort of arms folds improperly into itself
the hands red, mangled form spiked plumes
in the snow, on the rubble and pebble

Locust arrives white hot, blinding who
leaves a flight of magma terra
in her milk there is no puzzle and

each puzzle consumes its own waste
of perspira pursuing the next shoreline
of scalded blood and answers

Each convolutes by command to an
epoch of gaude and ***** where she
weaves a beaming scaffold

we smoke and talk
of unbending gravity and **** negotiations
while cobalt tombs whistle

we perform joke executions she
exclaims as we howl naked freedom

it is my bargain of captives she *******
after salt, French and bayonets

August breathes absinthed
in careless expressions where wind steals September

Famous and blonde now
because you crashed your car where

Lights Burst Mozart

the end of one nail becomes a
play only once on one white parched
shell

she imagines a wire to reach her fixed
point against novice chance chalk
now

with care we invent the bones as we go
one turn the last of what spit may mark
fair

On an anxious plain.  Water beads get fat and round.
Threatening a race to the equator.

Bulbs scream under the crust
Babies with weightless footsteps

circle suspicious seams and the dream
of valves and mysterious passages

If there were a moon
It would plummet as ten trillion blue comets

Were there oceans they would rise an automatic
body of salt bones and steam

We are Ether and Human as the same one time
filled with light and immortal

On the beige flanks the burning
white-bricked six O' clock sun
On roof and eve's tops
water boiling by the
wind
who licks in and shifts
the walls of pure cobalt
Each of us is a
monster without fault

I will sit brooding for like half an hour
And do nothing
Like trying to ovulate into a jar
I'll blow smoke and stare at the sun
recite Russian poetry to insects
and do nothing

When the brink vanishes
the furnace swallows its
mother's pastoral tongue
which then echoes through
one thousand years of dead mouths

Beauty flings its severed head cavalier
over the mob who are nippled toothed
and penised maggots of war

Through my window
from my black scaffold
at the furthest edge of the orchard
we'll meet in secret

the able body
is a fable

im watching television
in the future
the past is better

you can't spell my name today
but thats ok
Futurist spellings disregard all futures

I'm not the one
my words are scalded chants
which are not Art unless you
perish this minute

I sing bass in the street like
Walt except I **** women
If you read Latin my children
are graffiti

She said Let's go tonight and
drink drink drink
Fine I said
Now the world is our blood

I keep you next to me since
I'm a dead man for rock and roll
And you will stay alive
Like a song in the streets

you detect a tick like a trap we made
while the flood will deny our sugary curse

you spy a tick and a hook
drops onto blood codes
eyes spraying in panic

you charade a seance
conducting a catholic farce or
on ode to smiling slavery

you arrive at sunrise
hell now licking the ruins of
dawn frost in iron cuffs

Echo flies into a clock like
soft time forgotten

one hundred suns buried
in golden broken walls
mangled retinal mosaic
calibrated splattered traincrash
cutting through
featureless massacres

Everything on the table
burns and runs
molten copper into
drowned corners where
humanity falls in silence

This september sky
does not have kind eyes
They stare at women's tongues
and never blink

September's thin blue arms
smeared with white angel's guts
reach into mens lungs with
mouthfuls of oxygen lust

If they beheld her whole form
they would turn mute and celibate
forever.

I sink sleeping
in the worst place
All the cameras
have instant action

The gunshots
are a weary book
what can't boil
is a dead hour

You bind coincidental
cramps with piety
killed before the tower
at the Exclusive

Out hot executioners
ribbons in our wake
sensibility thru the vents
A paper doll cuts the clouds

Patience
She says
Allow her one paramount chance
to steal your heart for this dance

Wolves egg blood
turned over horses
blood burned butter

When the brink vanishes
the furnace swallows its
Mothers pastoral tongue
which is heard echoing
through 1000 years of
Dead mouths

Beauty flings its severed head
cavalier in fashion
over the overdressed mob
who are steel nippled
penised and toothed
maggots of war

Through my scratched window
about the black scaffold made
from my own insomnia
No ocean can rinse the blood
from that fabric

A revolver bangs a silk bull
bucks her hanging

tactic steers away a million tongues

The nearest to heaven is your ****
that dances on a detergent blood vessel

My language vanishes
Now only my breath and the sun

The street signs are blank
to celebrate the death of words
The end of poems

The black birds swoop through
clock tower faces
My eyes chase the steam
out of stained glass

I dream of the death of words
Of a sweet reckoning
A silence like music

Each cell winced a dream
the river's mouth at your back
the particle that was mine was turned

In time and produced your crying children
reverberating and bleeding in dark bars
time clocks gouged your heart

You faced Death
That's enough.

Before you wake
rain's tongue shivers
behind your eyes

blue as Vishnu
pure water lifts
to wet the leaves above
your sleep

rain in orbit falling when
your dream commands

If you manifest in stone, fine
If all I find is dust I will
still carry you into the
impossible

I'm smoke
An approaching moment of ecstasy
everything is broken
and is made a victory

A dire message whose last
lines bleed away into crossing floods
impossible stillness breaks and
prays dazzle

the wishes of the masses
are a parade down a grey
launch site for cold war grandfathers
they are in your blood
the peace of September pales you

the next engineering disaster or
godsend has your signature smothered
in legal documents
the bomb is a breath as
children ruin the world

watch them line up in a crocodiles mouth
watch them birth the savior
you sleep while sound is pulled from the
quiet of your back

Her voice is the burning of autumn
curling out of terra cotta chimneys
making you strong in the cold
knowing that your time is
the lost time and our
days are the last days
You run on bridges over rivers
growing colder as
the dream of being human
on earth becomes startling

Dark hands and Blood legends are
paternal engines stolen from
the memory of women beaten by
mouthfuls of silent lead secreted
from blurred civil wars names burning
from snakes tongue borne into
nameless wine cork
beneath the bloodmyths

The women behind the machines and
morphine webs stroked
numb in theatres

Whose skulls are like stone bowls
Whose hands are like straw
The names of their murdering children
are as old as the names of rivers

The naked black branch silhouette
Outside the glass is perfect
Against a church rooftop
Which is made white by
The brain gasping
For music in a million
Armed and eyed solitude.

It is fork synapse white like a billion
tongued Amazon drawing new
confusions over dawn's shock

she says my mom thinks she is young
with etiquette that stems from a long
birth against being watched

long drives in the city to the country

sleeping in the car with empty stomachs
painting the next town on our teeth
like orphans of privilege

giving birth against books
perfect time given the nature of
all orbiting satellites

Over which radio cannot cross
She stands on a school desk and declares
Dada
Each color
bled from my mouth and made my gene
code racist and illiterate
Then
We broke a Black Glacier and a swollen son
melted our
gallant entropy

There was a game whereby
we stood against a blank frieze
to catch small orange marbles
thrown by a devil who stood

balanced on a border the
border shook like water it
separated the end of the
world from the beginning

You had to throw back the marble
to disrupt the border
and the devil might fall off
but he always caught it

There was a game ...

a new job in a new city

while the purpose of not being
your Father sparkles like a new penny

the girls are there
the boys will fight
the weather is right

what is it like
to watch myself engage
the living land

every time I walked I
did it like a professional
of myself

and to step out of that
is the other time
where I count my

minutes and seconds

banjo strings frayed by broken fingernails
fistful of downers to sleep this night away
i open my eyelids out of dream, singing ladies'
eyes downcast thru fear & tobacco smoke
wake up, roll joint, get this day started.

I went out of my mind And
boiled My time into a Pop
Song and trashed it
Should I have not?

I can't write anything
and it's fitting since
who can read anyway
Why should they?

I thought it was OK
to burn Saturday
I was right
Weep

I scratch the surface
with perfect confidence
wasting everything
famously

You want me to write this
Spelling mornings and fastings
from the window of your past

On the towers watch
The thrashing trees
The ice clad rocks

I wait to burn in a ceremony
Where they cannot make fire
And deer run wild through the camp

I am merely sleeping
Wishing to scratch my name
Into Elysium.

the song on her phone sings me out of last night and off our bed
I'm only rising
not waking from a terrible dream like I wish

be weak be strong decide lead love allow
be nice be a monster
but I let her walk on me

run over me
take the last ember
open my arteries like a paper

I'm working on a headache that
should last a lifetime
while sugar falls and burns

I was a teenager
My heart was loud

I owned right now
You held my hand

Don't dance
I know you can but don't

Defy time
Since we all burn

She's not like him, She likes to say
When the phone rings arises a crises
her speech is saturated like grease
behind her eyes

ruminating about the death of Lorca
I **** time in the void of biology

I try to imagine the executions of
the revolutionary

The Innocent
try time

My rush is a broken bottle on the freeway I can't
remember when I have people who I cannot ****
I conjure highways and canyon walks

Extinct species invade your bedroom and
**** your expensive pillows gently like
an extinct Artist

The way you decide to move is way too
loud for my broken security system and you
will be questioned

This is like the Daily news, read and
Discard.

I burned at the stake
each witness is a note
that sweeps through deaths
chill toward my feet

Here in this sky
the ecstasy of saints is made clear
I burn in music
every voice tried by fire

I have been destroyed and reborn
The Religions you have offered me
Have failed every time.

ATHEIST.

My life a cloud of
Blood and pity

All the most beautiful
Words I will say to
Myself in quiet rooms

But to you
Nothing but the
Awkward garbage
My mouth finds

I stretch my mortal
Membrane into time
I have not bought

One lash stomps
A false move and
Harvests a mania

Broken falls ****
That let me fall I
Do well from below

you cough your fake blessings
on paste paper targets

word execution
we watch the city strata
die in it or die by it

my own hand in accord
with your hand burned
I abide.

i want an anti chariot
to repel
i stand
But for June
I declare ruin
to clear the destroyed
mess that poetry got

i get put into a time and place
where U get Your ****** place
put to You like time required.

June.

those gods like rotten meat
end up in a dump
buzzed over by
flies

scratched and left over by some canine

'cause his master said
"don't eat that rotten **** you fool!"

there are worms
they don't think like that
if they think at all

but be modest, Charlie

give'em some credit

for they never complain for
making a fertilizer

now will you  look down that bridge

there lay a dried up whale
exploding boiling organs all around

and there hides
the entire city
behind the stink

now we wait, Charlie, 'cause we are patient

wait for some Kublai Khan
to interpret as he wishes
'cause, Marco Polo does not speak the same language

the language, the illusion it is.

and god is still
an ever rotting meat.