From the red clay . From dusted afternoons
From silly giggling holding hands
The universe moves into

The sunshine, the star's mind
An aged memory
Recollections faint with rust
My fingertips just to reach

From moments warm with flesh
From breath I give for free
Night alights her as a crown
Amen ***, my God is thee

“Ever look up pronunciations?”

Stripped of their fleshy chests, words are
just bones and gristle threading teeth that eat them.
Feel time, in its natural twilight, run over the words until
they are just beads at the bottom of a good sleep which  
is all childhood is anyway.
Why you had superpowers and different worlds
and falls and bee stings didn’t hurt,

not really /ˈrē(ə)lē/

I Hate it when Time 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

Jawbones shivved from the universe
Iroquois gypsum, the mother art
Puppy kisses my crusted hand
Devotion is the soul spread apart

Am I a monkey reciting emotion
Are the eyes our only trade
Dark, delving; mystery
We are all actor fillet

Red
Trunk-cated
Lungs and hums
Some looks she casts
Last me
The clapboard houses
Heave with Tuesday
Con vol UTED
We Bruise
Whisky and sherry
This planet, our cemetery
Carries our
Words

Street lights percolate
To the top of infinity
It is the spirit of man
To never Know, just see

Poetic astronomy:
the clash of living on stars
counting rhyming bars
alighting the gravitational pull of personalities,
the reason for trees,
the need to bleed.
I Let Time ruin everything.  

God is the key in which we speak.
What eeks between His heartbeats
A Childhood seen from the knees
All Memory is me deceived

Conversations neatly ironed
And folded between footsteps
Just where sunlight can’t seem to get
All words thud with the scud
Of our telemetry into earth
All heartbeats persist the precipice
She falls from

The universe hides as Emotion

The ravaged ribcage,
That ghoul beneath the peeling stage,
Gravity-bent bone, harpsichord racks
We stack with swollen amber sacs
Of vibrato beats seething with the heat of friction
From my race through an historical fiction
(Of  forged tax collector receipts
And hospital records of symptoms and disease)
I crave release,
I stand on the rim of sleep
and dare myself to leap.  
                       To slip beneath the dream.

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

Every term of the universe is a human verb
They are fused in necklaces we don't disturb.  
There are gods and we make them constellations
From my porch we finger their cancerous radiation

My puppy lays her head on the cool kitchen floor
Much like I let mine dream of outer space
It slows the molecules until we can wrangle them
You can float atop breathing at a stellar pace
I
Hate it when Time presses its depthless face against the glass and I have to
Fight the urge to walk past the porch light to guess at the figures waving dark arms in the darkness and wonder
if I will last

Human will is a death mask distended and descending torso from wings to feet clawing mournful meat

The hand of God holds Ritual
Divinity, the face formed from infinity running over gravity
Streetlights frame the kingdom beneath

The demons’ decibel blocks situate at every opening to sunlight,
Every sliver of a mirror to the outer reaches
Of my fear of falling into the blue of sky
Past air, past God.  Into the …

Laze are the demons for gravity comes with ease
Stumbling until their blocks stifle every eve.

My grandmother does not want us to succeed.  
She was but good at breeding
For we are here and we seethe

Every Bible verse rhymes with Sanctuary
The hum drum of music mimics the heartbeat
In case we forget, or we grieve Memory

She rises in a body I can’t forget, I crave; I tease.

A hotel room overlooking a Louisianan Oil Refinery
A city of stacks burning hydrocracked gasoline
The lights reflecting the constellations above; eternity
She cradles my delusions in this nursery

soul:
(((Heart)448,000mph (speed of solar system))ht)(F)/
(G(m1m2/(r)2)(G≠ God))
or Ocean.



ht - Heartbeats/hour
F - Friction
G - Gravitational force
m1 - mass of object 1
m2 - mass of object 2
r - distance between centers of the masses

A nectar symphony created this forest for you and me
The way that Time uses eternity
Like a wind by which our creator we see
Words that are crafted meaningfully
They rhyme with love and sing our history

They call from the trees and they breed
They dive from the sky and touch the sun
We wait from the wings for their poetry
They are our hearts in our Harmony

This is our world, our years they breathe
They nurture with hands held delicately
Your hopes and my desires, hymns of matrimony
We are the love of which Gods dream

The Devi's Thumb... Bacchus, Heaven
A Mass for the repose of the souls of the dead
Desire, emotion and knowledge
Pacing the tongue over what’s said

The Mayans wave from earth.
Jim Morrison sleeps, his face the girth
Of creation, unfurled
And turned to dawn
The heart concedes the infinity beyond

Your soul is inter kindling
Dried fibers of lunged thatch
Made of Butterfly parchment  
                                          and poetry
So  light a match

From Infinity stars to infinity grass beneath my feet
Infinite molecules dropping the ceiling to eternity
The first stars didn’t sing
They drew the darkness from relativity
They were God, falling
Like Insanity, a happenstance of a gravity
And so there is a sun
And heated seas that pump me for teeth and symmetry

That way she taps you and grasps, says
"the universe is moving me too fast
And I need to hold on"
Every half second God rebirthing (imagination)3
(imagining)3 the (imagination)3 of imagination’s (imagining)3.
There’s something about standing before the sea
and a picture of a solar system,
Something about the bare heart of youth
daring Gravity for the poetry

Gravity, gleaning from me the symphony  
Of where everyone squirms to be
The acts that fall between
Our splintering personalities
The actors* never land and
Murderers grind into stardust
The soul unstrung will wreck
No weight pulls harder than lust

Opulent ****, the crystal of
Poetry, the pings of piano keys
Pyroclastic hearts wrenching symphony
From between the shadows  
Trees cast as alive as cicadas
Entreating the streets
I mean to keep everything I see
Holidays and the sear of sunlit memory
Gathered as petals about my feet
Our love as scripture
Wrapped with palm leaves, Soaked in honey
Preserved for eternity

The universe sounds like Bones thrown off their tracks
The makeshift riffs of some ancient ruse
The yellows and reds aren’t even real
All molecules running insane; laughter bruised

My grandmother was a mad scientist
The chemistry of her; how the acid turned
My sister was caught and now my brother, too
Her ghost grips my wrists with a friendly burn

Dip your face in universe until it’s nothing but  teeth and cheeks then hang it back for the reaction
“He’s all grown up and Knows”
It’s God giving Her only forgotten son
In the caliber of a Rose

soul:
(((Heart)448,000mph (speed of solar system))ht)(F)/
(G(m1m2/(r)2)(G≠ God))
or Ocean.



ht - Heartbeats/hour
F - Friction
G - Gravitational force
m1 - mass of object 1
m2 - mass of object 2
r - distance between centers of the known

The universe,
The howling mad scatter
Of an infant screaming
God renegotiating the value
Of our believing
We are digestible and fleeting
We are comic debris
Breathing, seething
Recreating the stars
With the fusion of drinking
Whiskey, *** and fluoxetine
The anatomy of a fire
Is the human being

Endeavor is the weather
Of the human mind
Torturing reason
And Razing in kind
It is the embarkation
Of the human spirit
That itself an element
To **** what draws near it
Animal and plant to rot
Beneath rhetoric from towers
The human endeavor is
God’s deadliest power

In the curl of my hands there are
pockets of skin, matter with no more
care to matter but to grasp at straws.  
Other useless, leftover matter peels on a stomping heel or bends the heart in melancholy and forms new flower bulbs in the brain.
And the Rain.  God is Rain which
rhymes with pain.  
And the tortuous “Again”.

You can’t cut silence with light.
It’s not that fast
You’ve seen Death in reflections
It’s where autumn leaves cross-stitch a path

I cannot **** God head on with helmet
It takes glances of a short sword
When words skip steps and seasons stutter
The universe is math blocks slowly toppled with
ROAR

Oh, Christ
Am I death?
Everyone has always looked at me so
Eerily
Perhaps my mother split me with Time
I am Gravity’s cantileve.  
An imaginary house I revisit in
Capillaries crackling with dreams

God will die from art
All of the decanted kerosene

People are princes
They are revelry
The Skyscrapers scraping traces across clouds
The Bones where wings used to be

soul:
(((Heart)448,000mph (speed of solar system))ht)(F)/
()(G≠ God)(Gravity)
or Ocean.



ht - Heartbeats/hour
F - Friction
G - Gravitational force

Dip your face in universe until it’s nothing but  teeth and cheeks then hang it back for the reaction
“He’s all grown up and Knows”
It’s God giving Her only forgotten son
In the caliber of a Rose

soul:
(((Heart)448,000mph (speed of solar system))ht)(F)/
(G(m1m2/(r)2)(G≠ God))
or Ocean.



ht - Heartbeats/hour
F - Friction
G - Gravitational force
m1 - mass of object 1
m2 - mass of object 2
r - distance between centers of the known

Let the wind catch the lungs
let the moonlight glisten
air sacs with silvery resin
fallen from the spoken words of god
huddling stars against oblivion
let the daring angels contemplate
demon dares in **** and rake
over the gliding embers of whiskey-soaked sunsets I regret.  
Let my body by hers be my only poetry daring ,
daring my soul to breathe outside this tomb of childhood dragging marks across school linoleum
and university stares I dared to slip between everyone's
words after I heard that this world is loosened from reality.  
That the only gravity are the legends we repeat.

The train bearing childhood
The weight bowing the tracks
Riddles spinning from the windows
Trees and trusses speeding past

Grandfathers and television
Clock radios and Christmas Day
The godsend of dawn in footed pajamas
Prayers are wishes and so I say

A framed memory
Of the red of the crackle of leaves
Of my feet, that’s me paused
I didn’t dare breathe
Other souls stammer about
The winter’s eaves
Their shoelaces whipped free
Sunlight ignites our hair
As long lost words we speak

In pictures we are fantasy

Took a photo of Jupiter through my telescope
And it’s moons
And I showed it to friends and they knew of it
A portrait photo of family in some Sunday afternoon
When the world was childhood and creatures brewed

Too deep now to hold my breath to

Ferreting intwo self annihilation we
My siblings
Ram our heads against the calculations
Chalkboard twilight plus afternoon plus alcohol is
Poetic, tropical  annilihatuon.

To man we matter when our souls vacation

Childhood is a shelf
(And I just disqualified this poem)
What is a sunrise serves the self
(And you're wishing for a line to throw em)

My grandfather skirted summer on a skif
(Here's a captain/sea reference)
What childhood knows is gods and man
(Insert visions of blonde teens covered in sand)

Humanity is defined as persistence times grief
(See, stanzas are just the principles of belief)
I never became more than a child wanting the beach
(Emotion for me is just out of reach)

Sentamentalistic
The braiding of the universe
Black hair bronzed with the earths sun
An actor reading lessons of heaven
Hope unspun

Thump thump thump of color
Rhetoric is the chemical burn of man
The actor gets away with ******
The honey yellow of isotopic historians.  

Cause is the Gravity
The woman is ground
God is the elements
Stirring woe into renown

Every
     Place

A      Trace

   Of
              His face

BILLBOARED

Coarse, no .. REFINED dining.
Mined for charm and croquettes bronzed
With sunset
History, I regret
Is written by the sold
(And they never get old)

Alcohol is your soul
Next to the comet tail
Igniting solar systems
With colors set to sail

The swirls of Jupiter
Are your doubts at war  
Time is the fuel  
Our blood the roar

Our mad minds,
Teutonic shifts and pyroclast
We are  stardust,
Never meant to last

Fire in the lungs of the universe
Is the gasp grasping the next
Breath and the math of existence
God, an empirical fraction of ***

The stranger is a fractal
A geometric figure of fate
Progressivelyrandom;chaotic phenomena
I only want to forget my name

Oh, Christ
Am I death?
Everyone has always looked at me so
Eerily
Perhaps my mother split me with Time
I am Gravity’s cantileve.  
An imaginary house I revisit in
Capillaries crackling with dreams

Remember that the ghosts of black-and-white photos could breathe
Their blood sung waterfalls in an unnamed key.  
Men ran like machinery and they could hate and breed
God's distended bowels spun into Humanity

Lungs the rungs
Aesthelete,
Every ant antennae
To the same trade winds
Blackness, twilight, outer space
Cordially, the same face
We must address as Mister
Court or we may disgrace
This rattle box of hymns
In the child’s hand, GRINS
Sepulcher (ˈsepəlkər/) : an anodized note
Lungs hum the begins and ends

It feels as if next year’s Christmas
has passed us by
Autumn is a sweater
Sewn from Lullaby
Remember to breathe No matter who leaves
We’re all trying so you must try

My body never did what I wanted it to
A graveyard by a river
It never flew

Skin is when I resist the shift in
Gravity irking foundations of scenery
Like this moment at the bar, a whisky
Lip leaving my words with intensity

My brain is the wright of planetary
Rock suspended in Time as the
Sulfur stuffs the stars with me
All of matter a psalm of Memory

The oracles bead similarly music
Breathes
Noses twist in the mistral
Strokes of blue vein and red pistil
It whistles, the shimmer inside
Flesh repeating Spring rides

I’ve got to stop thinking of my molecules as mine I know
Its just the settling sublime explosion.  
WE LOVE THE PAST BECAUSE WE LOVE FIREWORKS
and from a distance you can more colors, deeply.  
My words kick up life like cordite and borax,
residue powders from the uneven burns
of haphazard chemistry.
That’s why you say God practices medicine.  We with alcohol do doctor
infinity
like blind painters drunk with the childishness of being.  
WE TAKE CATHEDRALS OF TREES AND MINE THEM FOR
HEARTBEATS LIKE OURS, TO HOPE TO SEE
but like Time the most Beauteous colors stew
from turpentine, smashed moths and mint leaves
and collect in rusting cans in spent houses
that rot roadside but never fall.  
They stare with the inevitability.,;:^

A forest; the woods.
Time's apothecary
Mix your hands up to the arms in
Dirt and leaves
Until there's no difference
Petiole and vein,
Recollect Chemistry