That’s the Everything dream
Find wings beneath the flesh
Enough to tear the shirt at the seams
Be the universe that percolates between

The great lung stirs us
Small hands shaking rocks
Let the rhythm distill us
Beneath waves that froc

Hunters, smiling
Hone spear heads with granite
And gunpowder; and artillery
Dear God, why give us a planet

How to build a boat from tree
How to leave the sands
How to turn the oars, free
The great lung, of clouds, demands

Rhythmic decimals, Euclidean architecture of
Proteins
Resisting with each breath, measured against scales of grain
Maddening with insolvubility with the sprit of things,
The peace of stars left alone of gravity as
God intended but for the drinking
Mankind, or what is
Divined from insanity

They are homologous critters pasteurizing the
Air we see
Arrhythmic, ******* blood sausage
And unmanned celestial destinies
They are doctrine,
DNA eroding along the edges of print
The cast iron machinations of envy
Untamed eyes on canon flint
Press on, Press your
Emotions tripping on fingertips
The banal brigade  
I resist;,  A child holding a fist

The winch of excentrics emanating cross hair dares
The layers, childhood and sound and her scent
The cinch in this fabric, Memory
From which all temptations seed
Euclidan Butterfly, at which point God
Supercedes, not breathing so
No words; rather, the pass
Of Mercury until it becomes glass
Like insanity,
The pupae aches to bloom, fast

Mankind has one chance to bloom
The dogwoods burst every season
But they have roots deep into earth
Mankind is tied to reason

Watching trees fillet their kernels of the universe
into inverted green dissections,
the crazy killers.  
I at least ignore mine until they scab over and infect
And I develop quite the vicious intellect.

Sometimes I have to wonder if I itch
Because my blood wants to go
God is tired of me loving seasons
He just lit this cherry bomb and waits for it to
Explode

A solemn mending
The orbit about her staring
Nine years two hundred twenty days
Of my soul endlessly daring
The marsh, or Time when it slows
The bloated corpses arose
Thistle bound, satin and soot
Heaven is worse than it looks

Machine-learning people, memory blossoms of consonants
Walking all on their own
Like the ants on the pebbles their grub held above their eyes
The surprise is that they Know at all

And their Death is an alabaster tea
Or singed teeth greasing the universal works
Swimming beneath rumpled covers of earth
To be Memory,
blossoming petals
and me

So pumps the crimson, so it curdles the sleep in us all
The vacuum of souls so like their universe
One note, one verse
Ad infinitum sung, no … hummed
Until the eyes darken and the skin loosens and the
Teeth yellow and drop from the gums
Blood thickens with Weary, with boredom of Springs and Fall
Every word the same, every face known,
Every day a rhyme
Ether to amber to stone
Fruit cake and peppermints
Candlelit stockings the children
Swat at
Christmas syllables, sentiment
Sung until the liquor melts
Candy canes and magenta leaves
And the sleep
And tinsel trees

Hey, Malaise.  
Perhaps a comfortable walk?  
A conversive stroll tolling my attention;
a religion, aren’t i?

Ebullient field of stars throbbing with nectar;
Startling the void,
The hum of insects rising as a voice
Searing off the thromboids
My bent chest, arrested with the weight
Of heavenly urchins Time and Scene
Wake me from their undulating chords
Explain in plainsong what it means

The air is never meant to prince
To the king, Leaden Gravity
Nor the light let loose its leather reigns
On the chariot’s calamities
Err to the night, its frozen breath
Sing over its shoulders, undertow
All gravesites crown with fresh bouquets
Everyone who will never know

Whistle-ical light,
If sunlight were like gaslight
Then the universe would drive
Past my window, the crunch of snow
Under night.

Squiggle your descent into the sand
     With a stick
           Trace the enumerated crystals sentence thick
              Rare is no man; granules under toes
                The tide rushes in and away we go

Cigarettes tease tales of bar scenes and new rooms where adults seethe with celebrity
The stupid of youth, so fluid in shapely steps unburdened with
Success
Regret
Forget
A pack of Camels, no
Marlboro Lights
And a lighter and
The swirl of amber unfiltered ghosts forming
Our nights

The ferreted blade
The nave, unafraid
Of insanity, of screaming
She wields her sword
This Universe, our bruised Lord
Wrought with the battle of gravity
Blue robes woven of eternity

A single gold band atop her Crown
I peel the skin back from my hands
Place the pieces upon the ground

Her gaze unsettles God
A truth to refute the Infinite Lie
My body will mend what I have stripped
(Love being the chemistry of reprise)

Words caught under teeth,
grinding the dust of heartbeat,
stars, the bin of planetary rubble collected by mans
rocketeer tin cans.  
I am a failed star, too small to sustain the fusion process,
to fuse the hydrogen isotopes
atop the delirium of mad cap humanity unravelling its fertility strand.  
My days just land
and will for as long as I can stand

The foliage twists out of the ground like sick infection,
and we marvel at the flowers.
Imagine a carousel so old we rode it in black and white
and dreamed the colors
Childhood breaks atop the crease between sleep and history
I am the weights of every day, like stars pulling one another.
Never cowering from the hours

Leaflets containing turnip seed set atop the frost
For a universe fragmented into continents
Name them, grant their history
Divine the spine from the Christ, the bent

The birds take in the glassiline water
Running from the cracks in Time
(that scab swelling with doctors, dementia)
The scurrilous cloud cover sprinkling brine

Whetted breaths stung with an unclaimed heart
And my hands moisten with moss
Spring balances my chest within its rhyme
The shroud and the deconstructed cross

Gravity’s ills
The weather of the mind, seasons still
Wreck every scent with the cinder
Of the universe traversing devilish render

Their words are worthless
A shameful repent before kicking a dent
Into the roar of the planets’ evermore
The Autumn ruins of a family misspent

My brother and sister,
Heirs apparent to tinsel and grave
Clamour for the womb and its porcelain  
Childhood is all that they’ve saved

Hazelnut oribts,
The laughter and spindling limbs
According the key of youth
It’s my turn to spin
Atmosphere breathes in
Car accidents we dream
The schools parcel calendars
Square dances;
If childhood exists, I mean

Collection
Obsession
Like all movement
It is misdirection

The soul scrounges dust
From the fingers of outer space
Uncontrolling it's collisions
Planets all over the place

We need story and song
We must prove the valor of Belong
And we misspend all time with strain
Love is our cover for a life in vain

I am dynamo hunkering
beneath twilight I overthrew
the tracks of singular adulthood
they cut through
forests of script and charter review
the blue red of every sunset lit
with the chemicals of regret
warm my fingers, my connection to this earth
the first prods I withdraw
with the demons hurrah
as tenement clubs, stained wood lungs and parchment.
I wish for every soul to be saved
by rite of regret

Time is all rocks and stones
And the flesh and bones
Smashed between them
Our fears and dreams
The lubricants
To actuate the planets
And Gravity
That weight clicking from
Our lives the seconds and breaths
From which we think we thrive
But Death is death is death.

The long whine of the universe degrading the mind
I give to words that thud and grip, the rinds
Of the conversations my brother and sister blister
Bottles of Percocet and ***** … and Persian limes

A limber, reticent arithmetician,
Our mother divided us by Time, the magician
Our mother and the lessons too deep to swim
All our lives forgiving sunlight for getting in

When the molecules have warmed over
As invading soldiers toting sunlight on their shoulders
Will it all be for a breath?  
We are forever gravity falling faster than our death.  

We draw in the sand our *** language,
Our concerns the condensation on a boiler;
Alone in a universe rumbling with stars
Let the Time do clunk and spoil her

Remark is to tune words from the dark.
The infinity of infinity is the prism of Beauty
Dividing creation into October and March
It is colored with quasars so the poets see

Imagination is an ocean floor littered
with bones and teeth and
Star matter and fish scales and
all other manner of debris from
so many centuries of war with the dreams
salt water stirs in the bloodstream.

The universe wants us
Our indigenous proteins scalloping thin shoulders blades
Into riveted glades to shake Gravity
Deoxyribonucleic infrastructure fracturing
Bleeding, Fiends
Comets in the air we breathe
Scouring thrusts of History
ego me miseriae
Viscera lips render sulfur stents
In my imaginary

A paleo-socialistic dig; a regression of vetted meat
Slapped over the shoulders of eternity
Set in a rowboat on a re-digested sea
The butcher, the slayer and the speechmaker…
…the birth of humanity

A terse, muscle livery sack
Dear Christ, Life is just played back
Numbers cantilevering sunlight into three
Time, the Songs of Solomon, and HeartBeat

And where all hands fall to earth we piece
The iridescent architecture of the Holy Trinity
And the poet as Argonaut flung into infinity
To seethe, seize; seas, trees. To please.

Remember to breathe.

My lungs bled from broken eggs;
how does water broker where they go…
What they are a cathedral for…

If only Time didn’t have a say,
If there was no roaring universe washing us away.  
We could spend ourselves in warm blankets, perched in snow
Watching The Clockwork through a telescope

No memories undertoe

The bespoked branch whips its tendril wrists into moonlit so winded I gave up breathing
Stripping midnight of the exhausted blue atmosphere so poetically I’ve no reason to wake up,
Having heard now everything worth believing
With nothing to let up.

He imagined her bones were hollow, quaint;
Needed for lift her
Body given to hummingbirds, A piacere soloist.
Twilight was her captor, dreams no one could persist I
Wonder why a childhood rents tenement in this-
Love, and the sleep-deprived sorryness for it

We are us all shards of glass
In death returned to sand for the beach
God does not possess Creation
(S)He was the window to Belief

I watch streetlights far below,
like an iridescent ocean
of fresh alien coral and
in the reds and the oranges and the blues I can see flickering,
the wind existing
regardless of
anyone and anything
and I know I see it only because we
manufactured false light and
chemically altered night.  

Distant revelers take up the fight.

A tree is a cemetery of atoms
much like me
Together we bend skyward and see
Where we, ourselves, used to be

My Yorkshire terrier likes to sleep
Where these particles tend to breed
Within me they stitch a harmony
And he lays his head, devotee

Space it seems is a distillery
Where every emotion ceases to be
And God is cultivated to believe
That we are the vehicle
to everything

Smudge lanolin for film transition
from the color of conversation to night
by streetlight,
by the unrest of the kicked up dust of the stars
about our bars,
our clothes and our baby lungs still pink
with the sunset for which we seethed.  Let every moment heal,
singe infection and congeal the menwomenchildren
so that tomorrow is not a requiem but a dance,
a stumble about the reservations of the monied; broken finance
A new social calendar diluting earth and sky
beyond such contrivances as fingers and eyes.  
Just flight.  
Try.

Distended star matter steams into earthen
Sweatbread because it only knows to wait
Until it is delectable and
What gave birth to bite except God’s
Testicles?
Vertebrae eat
Until they can mask infinity
Behind debutantery
And the seas’ feet where they drink

What is the chief end of man?
A Cobbled heart nailed to celestial countermand?
?Children as poppy seeds plucked from the wind?
(Their colors are true and highlight the sin)
University dissected my soul from the trees
Virginity broke the Gods, hemp and rosemary beads
Gravity grappled and wrested, as a sworn enemy
So I escaped, a leap carnival
                      Sewed the rhyme of insanity

I Hate it when Night presses its depthless face against the GLASS
and I have to Fight the urge to walk PAST the bulbs on the stars coming loose,
like all seas do,
and HIS hands, like they’re depicted in cathedrals:
carved from clubs,
dirt in the creases,
waving in the darkness

and wonder if I will LAST

It’s a goblet of sailing brain
without eyes or spine or lungs or need:
Jellyfish.  It seems God’s friction
deposited a hundred million billion of His clones in our Ocean.
The children of a Dream.
They are there and nothing all at once
Like religion
And we would never notice
But for the pain and screams.

The rinsed stars shimmer with the love
Of a newborn beneath a tinsel crown
Molecules as cicadas in rivulets of dawn
Chatter a new birth language gravity downs

The fervor of a Kiss until it carves
Jupiter red pyro igneous Hieroglyphs
The butter whipped June peppermint seed
Brewing ale, casting poetry; restoring Myth

Plant your timber limbs of thistle atop the mantle
Ascend the feathered plane of interstellar nurseries
Wrest with the havoc of Euclidean measure
Conversations, constellations; and we all fall to infinity

Hydroxy-engine ******
is
Scientific lust
For TUNING the dust
We are correspondence
Letters and bills
And conversations in space
(radio telemetry windmills)
Our adverbs and extrapolations
Carting imagination
0 1 0 1 0 1 0 1
The clockwork of Delirium

God is the void I know
My questions rocking to and fro
The keel blocking the moon's saffron glow
My destiny beyond the star charts below

Puppy kisses are a Gravity
They reckon a soul's sense of The
My corpuscles have grown tired of me
They're in the shape of where I used to be

Nouveau ****
Wreck the Cassiopeia
I am  molecules
And they disclaim me
The Christ shift of laughter
Days plane the hereafter
We think our words move us
But Gravity still curses
Genesis, Exodus; Psalms
Our cells persist a diluted song

Disintegrating integers returning thoughts to ether
Distill my Wednesday morning
into
Para morir;  primate;  Genus: mammalia
The universe explodes every atom I
include

So much then for the coffee,
This indigent soul revving his bloodstream
My body cannot rest on this earth
All life expanding to fulfill the dream

Memory is a Kaleidoscopic note,
The rope strung through childhood I yoke,
Pull until sunlight bleeds
Across a fuzzy menagerie:
Fists of curls tossed into a world of red clay,
Barcaloungers dusted with cigarette trays
Scowling autumn beasts relieved of teeth.  
(The sky runs long with outstretched arms when you are three)
Or four or more and falling for the promise of alcohol,
Girls with pink breath, and the enthrall
Of a cantilevered highway along cattails and thrush
Memory girds my mind along God’s hushed
Mind

Renaissance art rigors, the designs of an accordion
Universe heaving with circuitry
(Imagine what the stars are plugged into..
We know, memory)
Designed to get me reason,
inventory and

There is no residence for
Artistry
No hovel to weather
Irreversing streams
NO declaration of
Habeous means
Simply conversation
And the corpse’s watch, ticking…