Figures Your Body Without You

They hired a crew to build a massive new woodpile without wood

That was the year all the traffic lights went out

Man those swirling colors smothering an expanding buzz

The longer fur you can trace to the same follicles as the short

No amount of specially selected lingerie

And we played as though we thought

Is it still all about being great at something no one else can do

Above our hospital wristbands that picture of the great barrier reef

This band has never performed an encore

I’ve seen the shroud through my jewelers loupe and its flaws

Contrary to dissent it is genuine but a little girl and mother

I’m going to name them these interchangeable two

And give them these other names on the other unexamined side

After you use the backdrops look out from behind them at all the red

Which of these was new was there a noticeable animal scent

It moves exactly as I remember it when you were outside your breath

A wrong number had some specific advice just say I don’t feel the same

I can see you in your papier mache’ group home I know now I’m gone

When I hear the sound it’s an old sound without an answering echo

Things in the hand are worth whatever the hand is worth

Being in this country too long sidewalk is too confusing

The traffic the particle beams were the animals after all

Now there’s this question of one following

I was looked at funny for looking at some reflected pollutants

Finding them against the onset of acid blindness beautiful

I guess it was important that one passing stranger heard help

When was it that you heard all the notes played in white

What was here is still here under this threadbare flannel sheet

The significance is diminished by a lack of rest

Since this cracking began the windows have abandoned the landscaping

You might find it easier to locate water now

Some cases take years to be resolved one may also say thanks no

I think I have some change shot through the heart by five small words

It’s best if you stay inside they’re counting off the departures here

Would you like a day of years him with a self that came in many colors

She arranges his hair in no particular order with her bandaged fingertips

When he’s asleep beneath the rain of sheet metal panels circuit boards

A black box falls into their bed the better to keep it that way

No Bonus

Others always seem to land on both feet,
and are frequenters of regular occurrences.

They fill their private energies with chambers,
and the most beautiful falling buildings ever.

This begs the question: what’s over except the end
credits? And haven’t they always been playing?

When the plains were unsettled, yesterday, a maid
as lovely as a martian, and so she was, dwelled on it.

The images of her lover, the unfamiliar concept
of love, these impulses overcame her and she wept.

Came the 23rd, in the early evening, magic hour
the photographer called it, the syrup was ready.

A marriage is about to be performed. In one
vineyard a girl not quite of age, in another

thousands of miles away a small black pony.
The mystery of arrangements left to chance.

In his dotage, an old man, on Mars, misses her
though she existed only in his private theater.

He rails from a fixed position, wars on against
the imagined foes of his home, his only friends.






Mothers possess unerring senses of equilibrium,
although many freefall in their minds in their off time.

Those lifters don’t operate by privilege alone, they go
when the girl with the boots and sap tell them to.

Where do all these technical people come from? Is it
a storage facility with cafeteria hidden underground?

The black of surrounding space only looks unrelieved
from here, it’s really a fragile map. Women can see this.

A blanket as the symbol of devotion. A limit as the sign
of understanding the lack of movement in a frame.

He vowed to remove all math from her sight, fell short
of stripping every number from her knowledge of the stars.

There is a ceremony, you are not invited, you are
the sacrificial fruit of the tree, the missing man in flight.

As clouds of dust are made to make to you cough,
as clouds of smoke are made to make you call a loved one.

There is a fixed black dot in a white field. Is this field
space? Is this information to be shared with others?

The cancerous tumor the size of an orange, a tangerine,
a golf ball. We have so many things to thank you for.

At the Intersecting of Had and Brainchild

remembering pushing hope
remembering pushing nothing hopeful
remembering pressing the wrong valves on the horn
remembering pressuring a splendiferous vacuum to function
remembering persuading Candy to marry just to take her in the creek

these are not memories
these are not the completenesses of thought
these are not functions in a vacuum of pressurized horns
these are not the real Candy’s clothes, ID or sunglasses on the mantle
these are no more than a prisoner realizing he is alone with the cell door open

now that that miserable fief is emaciated
we can see that it’s our differences that make us
different I a raconteur you a meter recording gosling migrations
aphids swift fingered croupiers currants proximity to the fair another bucket
of porterhouse wine a lesser scalar cash you’ve already gone and your grandeur

like helena won’t take a hint guile is a strong suit
here affordably ignoble who gives a piranha a monkey
to play with excepting maybe in germany lines down they’re bored
with jenga the human comedy dropped in the desert and given a script of heat
(the inevitable node where I picture you naked face down inhaling the moonlight)

okay so I belong to a semaphore society
is that so extreme? reason to exterminate armenians
there’s you then there’s asia then there’s a gulp a cottonmouth
happy easter little amulet full to the nipples in amphetamine grownups
fold jerusalem into a marion davies origami erect a loadstone then have some soup

the crayfish are a botch job
how preeminent! how disadvantageous!
how relieved when the circumcision became empiric
bats a thousand on the head of his stella afterward writes his name
in a bank of coma atmosphere heaps of flamingos craft a concord of matchsticks

we went to the countryside with me
we left me to watch over the gigahertz larva
its actions taught me a lesson I’ve forgotten about autism
but now I see a bezel that won’t abate every thing has a ghostlike aura
they still blanche when they see a peep americana homologous heil lindbergh

there’s a storm front in your olive
concentric ones they crouch in the lowlands
staging in an avocado commune the parthenon aspired to be
gangs of new jerks habits actions equations a strained anchor chain
I move my hand an inch and remember every word you chronicled in fairfield

now all I do is go down on you in my turn
the incense the mat that creek as gentle as abolition
who is Candy an apostle to? vesicle inhalation a sac of pulses
and this ship has no public bowels in harvard yard their airflow repute
produces a cyclist without a hillel no foible but the barbecue is gargantuan

and you my love are ethereal as barbecue
as an ion as a decade by bacharach banned and aching
to bear down on what that boar eschews at addis ababa they knew
to name themselves after your new flower that a superhero would take it
running blockades of reciprocity kept me in my cavalry dress my dysprosium has

taught us not thing one on how to rub
a bellyache counterclockwise or rig a frigate
storms in the straights of your folding screens to san jose
mistook you for a kiosk playing a dispersive bellflower of the tongue
like a see through barracuda a recovery meeting of the ambien gauge readers

is this beat old crock the chalice?
is it helpful congested with unwelcome escorts?
when’s the last time you rode a straight line to your pistachio?
is this all just diploid embankments on the furious blueback torn loose?
that idiot bear and his blustery fallout halvah a beauty with massive lovely rants?

he saw you bite into what sounds
cognitively late retrogression of ferdinand bereft
his tony was only a papery chip an efficiency ant constructed
now we’re prostrate and can’t remember the move sequence speaking leaves
I am suddenly sinai and you are an impractical economic archetype a cranberry bud

so the dazzle is that of schmeling? or is there
an emission the bartender has in the safe behind the scythe?
a bloodhound with dash of amaretto the color of the agate is it
your or Candy’s eye? you’ll climb up the shaft to the light and beautify
entire blinding vistas from the peak the tears of an airman back from the mothership

remembering why I reacted that way to what you did with the seed in the cloud
remembering why it came as no surprise that a storm was not predicted
remembering why I understood language as a black field of planets
remembering why seeing you naked brought down that craft
remembering shaking at that icy sunrise

these are not divestitures of aches not yet infiltrating the canals of your ears
these are not connotative dreams or lucid dreams or dreams of how
there are not the roughnesses of cowhide against your morning
these are neither unprotected skins nor are they immune
these are nullified melting caps

No Prescription

Barabbas was hooked on catfish
M. Emmett Walsh couldn’t stand upwind of him
this marketplace has become a superuseless marketplace
with clever ruse with the cremation of a predicament
in a hidden laboratory a wonderful thing destroys us
the synchronized wrist gyration team a bestial butane
that missing Mig is still missing dropped off the face
the screen and it is as scenic a poleax in the crow’s feet chase it
this myth of the lum dee dum recorded incontrovertibly in Joshua
the bible’s a colonial correction your quadripartite minus three
might as well be mustachios on the challenger a comedy of hash
and its marks and the Bentley lodged in the topiary
one dirge in one tapped for steins the donkey at barber school
the girls have decided to smoke Alfalfa out of the clubhouse
dark but necessary I had that dream of a giant iron again
in Kiev the destinies hate puns love rodeo emergencies
a very pat pushout in the labor ward
what’s sad about Dolores Costello she never made it to first
or snarled live now as jaunty an Abe as we’ve had to pot at
there was Rome and a tentative thorn a fire beacon in haiku
is anything not a suckling a listed upsurge? incondensable
Macmillan and his bracket extractor she garnered the what ifs
all of that anal affidavit monstrosity stuff that was totally hot
and there sits Abe destabilized
in a Verdi TV hymn in Des Moines
in a policeman’s deviant mirth
the facks is the only thing worth acksing after
and viceroy versatile a kept girl I guess I’m here for the jokes
some reason to betoken this moment to incite an exit panic
what say we build a genesis corps with the intakes routed to their bunks?
she said I’d like you to feel me the way I saw a muskoxen once
not so much the alarm noise as the creepy sexiness of the z broken off
stale from just hanging there waiting for it to come said

Poured Foundation

They have gone back to London to reestablish good relations with the lord.

It has been concluded that they would be allowed to pass without combat.

After the quelling of some fractious unrest outside, the talks were resumed.

At six o'clock that evening, Mark Twain emerged with a schema of heaven.

For fear that a protester might snatch it from him all were water cannoned.

A star is a star and proves it under pressure, especially a dead star returned.

As he bent to enter the limousine a single shot rent the momentary silence.

The throng flew into mass hysteria and fell upon him crushing each other.

He admitted later being a perfect fool for wearing white even in that heat.

The shooter was never identified but the gun was under a pile of the dead.

Reviews of the conference were poor, critics dismissing it as too rehearsed.

A fiend is a fiend and right will out, though the vile crime go unpunished.

Mark Twain penned those words in an op-ed upon his return to the grave.

He’s since published sporadically, but the importance of the work is spotty.

What happened to the alleged blueprints for paradise was never confirmed.

London measured a downturn in tourism which has since corrected itself.

Huckleberry Finn is translated into three trillion new languages every day.

Scheduled for mass publication next is Huck and Tom Among the Indians.

Droopy is the Sassiest

and what of you of the squared off hole in the garbage floor
are you not an ant mechanic? But
where is your infinite wire field – the broken down convent
where you learned to ice-skate?
you and your creepuses circle each other delicious - flat in
an amphitheater that rains gas
all gone are the kings of Indian doors – the road trappers
of the faun and engineers
of bastard trains set on maxi-pad filter then desensitized
to their interior cloisters
do you need a tanzanite boost? bungee firewalk party?
the room with the fruit picker
the west room with the oldster hamper – by many a ton
wants a channel exchange? become
an editor fawn over bigheads control something medical
and it all unfolds with an audience
rolled out or asked to back into spaces - strapped down in
case of romantic gravity attachments

if a ship should come with aquanauts in their strains
a bitter worm for each named Zhang
now that’s your fluky beast epic on Frederick Wandcock
assumes an interrupted action
operations to sculpt terrain – exiting or muscular - same
as you care to be feeble hearted
see how that car boy consumes less the more you flatter
the size of his dock his buckboard warts?
the pressure from the turbines externalizes a form letter
like a series of missed cues
maybe more like shooting and missing elevensies for lack
of ball funds or a cross to bridge dry
denial is on and the frame's an absolutely beautiful airbrick!
it can penetrate your back life
eliminate the complexes in your papillary bratwurst feelers
(as if the Fonz had Darwinian boots)
we’ve developed a chair that makes you a triptych hemorrhoid
flat-folding bait conned of its aisle seat

for a buck you get bruised till united – your provinces sucked
a you of clay surrounded by pans
no cash remittance just submit your donkey to the jacketing
foreskins make divine courthouses and you
make a fetching assimilated china rose – the Atlantis Contraction
Rule – stare through The Searchers
for a character you can dance with to fame or colorize a cure of bags
her niece was a cutter - that was a flag
she wore it on a halyard as a sonnet to fluoride in the waterholes
the endless ending of the sweep by slam
she sits in her red ray with her double - phantoms civilizing ducks
for meat for armor for a turn of phrase
are you the assembler? where are all the o-types? sociopathically
the brains are bred for hops - steroids assorted
in voiceover a Cantonese speaks dog – and pretty lesbians are born
that makes this a sort of family reunion
you can quantify your state now – it’s nothing but water in blocks
and the bog is as much use as cornrows

cluttering up a crossbow – that buck was a comatose aesthete
he bark him loud at a parakeet we all vamoosed
and I want nothing but the noting of this – nothing but to be
the vassal of the balm-leaved zinger
can you mean something to me with a curling iron now?
press deep get drenched put up
a schedule we can dehydrate on till unreadable then go for Mojitos
what if the whole marble is a cyst? a string of fits
with the fate foretelling its coordinates? an epic walk across the room
and then and only then would you be fertilized
with all the coziness of a forged Moholy-Nagy – the chance of making
love by flying an erection on instruments
and a grateful nation nods – the culms in the grasses Whitman belched
never to be seen but by these naked innocents
provided they buck the bucking of the system memory – rumors
about a book that deflowers you
by the endpapers - your rations in the safe room with the air pulled out
a bailiwick you can adopt for its refusal to carp – it hunts

and that dog hunts it

Debit Clough Admits Dealing Sex For Sex

Halfway between the termites
the fiefdom of my route
a light descended and dumped upon them
ethnicized it looked to me
these leased of my creations come due
that other earlier coded god

disappeared up a skirt

it’s difficult not to nod off in these beatings
envisioning being kissed against
day for night seamless rolled blue and hard
by an angel dreaming binaries
with bark in its hair this ruby must be filled
before the going whistle

some tricks were able to learn

$20.01 the pump your inevitability speaking
yet yours is merely a piecework
albeit in a series of vapid degrading states
highest in a judicial compost
tribulations of the windpipe the urinal cake
laughed off the stage before liftoff of

the placard they invaded themselves on

Preemptive Flashes in the Tents I

it felt like he’d been stabbed but the good kind

kept mumbling something about azure timeframes

like a period could be tinted or a comma get winded

wound up level with the seats of the stratocoaster

it has the buzz of a winging the outline kid said

shouts over the dibs and all these basic vents foursquare

apple blossom season! it’s back and no longer terminal

a vineyard of cycles indelible events

bitten again in the central bylaws

issues streamers on full tilt blowout sweet!

food for the packer with double cup

stuff and the insulator coffeehouse on diatribunal stilts

these theses think me into their iron first-begot

but an appetizer for Corazon the Clown Slaughterer?

or merely the nut in the amigo ward

with Beaver the raisins and the twin cleric fishers

I can climb two cathedrals blind

or build one from the Catalan shortwaves

in your other opener mind stage

this rock is as hard a place as custard

standing with honor as the thunder rose the dust

he said sure this is hard but nothing like prying

the eon hand from the cosigner of a meteoric clockface

Fastened to the Carves of the Animal

Its hand came out and came to a point
and pointed to the east and they all knew

they had come to the right place.


House and Guard Dog Today says look
for a live mattress bomb and now is the time

not after you insert your IED.


Or after all three of you come and come
to a point and point to the east and take time

out of each day between this and being a think tank.


No Quarter Quarterly asked for a quote from Roger
and got his name and no serial number at which

point they knew they had had a hand in something.


The one could have grown as big as the other had.
Next to Brad she looks like a different brand of thanks

not aware that it might be Mr. Also Soulless on the horn.


Since this morning the cell phones have not been kept
above the sight lines from that opposing rooftop.

Their concern is the chance someone might be there.


The food of life is small and fits in a jacket by Gwen Stefani.
Also not allowed above ground is that little stain proof edition

on how to say the word for “don’t do a thing or the kid is gone”.


Move in waves of one toward that second darkened doorway
where something just moved then withdrew.

They’ve often been told that following a city into itself is a snap.


He can see that this land can’t see itself as he does.
That if you take your feet and put them right on that

page you’ll mark your place in the new history of the fig tree.


Someone is whistling Git Along Little Doggies unseen.
Might be more help than they need to end a note

on how to tell the head from the remnants of the tin can.


He has a very large home and it feels like it’s filled with all
the time he’ll need. He makes a magnetic sentence on the freezer

“meet the new father we told you would let the sea back in.”


Only it almost never happens before dusk.
They took most of them below and the ones who were large

they tied to a Dirt Devil that looked like a land mine on a timer.


If you’ve made love five different ways and none made you come
or were the answer to the thought problem about the maze

you might need an extra hour on the room rate.


Nobody likes to play second fizzle and very few play it well.
Did you come again when you saw that spent shell there

on the sill overlooking the ceremonial cactus gardens?


Some like to be second in some entryways.
Again the sea when it comes near the room door

seems different here than it sounds or smells at home.


Different in a way that can’t be written.
The city has ways that it hasn’t used since the end of the last

big run through this acid sprinkler toy.


Yippy Ti Yi Yo Git Along Little Doggies it’s your misfortune
that the change we made was the change you didn’t want for

after this city has become the show.


Yippy Ti Yi Yo Git Along Little Doggies you know that you aren’t
who you think at all. You think several things that are parts of a story

but the part that’s most often the best of them is never left whole.


They dressed and left satisfied but never found a school of thought
that addressed the things people cried over in the streets below.

The short one had his years in and was days from his pension.


Yippy Ti Yi Yo Git Along Little Nonesuch you are a picture of something
other than a head. A part of a body brought in before my own at dusk and

you know that Wyoming will be your new home.

Increments Of Machines, Dereadable

one counted ten and died.

ten rushed

toward the sun and drowned.

the rest got annoyed

and went home. Madonna

was on in her piercing

drama. Donna

the song by Anka droned

on. That encounter went to bed

alone. Between those sheets

you want atonement? Asked

the old man. Something

that will give you room to end

with a suicide thesis

on your own

domesticity undone.

This is the age

of retirement schemes,

the sounds

of the closing of doors.

Surrounded by her children there

were none. And according

to the panda the canvas

went dry before

a sufficient number were born.

Whither thou goest

others may more briefly

belong. Or learn

additional numbers to see

thee interred under trees

of elegant bone

with the calcified

eyes to frame all

that thither that

makes this edit a scene.

This edit not seen.

This edit The End.

That one won’t count

ten again.