Andrew Lundwall "The Fugue of Corridors (L'Arcade Mentale)" I first became aware of andrew lundwall's work in early 2002. I published a series of his short prose pieces in the spring 2002 update of deep cleveland junkmail oracle, & kept up communication with him afterwards. His work struck me for its great command of language, preponderance of images & the relentlessness with which it stampeded across the page. This collection contains a slew o' poems in four parts. My favorites include 'the haunted echoes of the melt away,' and the apocalyptic 'the hemispheres continue falling in icicles,' a major american poem. andrew lundwall is from wisconsin, is enamored of the beats, boschian paintings, the study of the psychic-automatism conjured forth by the surrealist movement and gertrude stein. His work has appeared in AUGHT, sidereality, the Muse Apprentice Guild and Shampoo and will soon appear in 3am magazine. levitation456@webtv.net --markk   The Fugue of Corridors (L'Arcade Mentale) Insight 1 * Insight 2 Insight 3 * Insight 4       Insight 1 THE HAUNTED ECHOES OF THE WHIRLIGIG CARNIVAL the criss-crossing of echoes out of sound and through the canals of the eye traffic a universe of bells nurtured by stars the slanted clocks clothed of the pinwheel curiousity hangs in the terminal the evening apparitions of swaying against the city's traffic ascension the howling scars the storms a spiral ringing sideways in sleep draped over shop windows veins clothed by armor souvenirs catapulting a velvet wind opened an amalgamation of smoke apparitions a new sensation way up o so high a swing of the arms puckering dancing twilight kiln work the luminous towers evolve to sleep inside one's hand with a lonely voice the twitching canals vanishing glowing as a core of pulsing pillars all metal braces fastened quick the teeth of the solar belt purring busting phenomenon a room overcrowded spilling noise of the sea with doors the crying driver of the snow numbered months travel the core of graces some old lover's ghost electric scarabs a moth consuming lightning a veiled night of tears in black gowns a weep a weep in the doorway of love's eyes     THE MELT AWAY the melt away of the weather signs the saint is stillness shroud snow a high pass filter sound wave defective vapor of the canals the hinting of distortions different graces sound to a whisper bad motor vision forever endless a chameleon crawling up windowpanes an arcade of time fission a high ten aorta street cars juxtapose signals so vague lonely ground nectar scattering in migration missile silos emerging from doorways of dust metal and fever shredding away a fusilage machine and an optical howl of wind astral herds visionary sensory flame liquor an electric turn steer rollercoaster of nerve paths swallowed whole flimsy ladders hurtling through space symphonies nod awake as stallions galloping and spaced in alteration the alignment of different shadows talismans rattle a crash in silence violins violas drowning thunder scattering under tone clusters the great groove flux washing machine the shuffling noises of bodily functions a stretch of land filled with gray water the great idle swan neck powder white stench of black terraces and balconies jumping dive of fog into the lake dim heart shown on the film slide a puzzle diving into once upon a time starting to drift through internal monologues the zones hand before the draw momentary projection of time delay discovering the ancient between noise blending with the systems of post-fader searching the secret shining orb contacting the whispers of dead winds the point-to-point crossover of consciousness deep breathing resonance in an internal chain highly processed rhythmic dream patios under the undo history within the shade an enchanter fleeing dawn the different response curves polar pattern in insert mode to hear the application of the neon soul a torren of light shines through a fully recognized velocity at rush hour auras and rays from a small electric fan concentrate hit and miss in telegraphic form clearly focus on the distant heavens a body outstretched dawning an antique land of various dark clouds an infinity that is needle absorbed a full advent of brilliant streams glass brilliant and strange heavy organized strange heavy free burning emanations whisper hues in silent paths a burning glass of faraway farewells wild echoes opening wild voice full stretching far hues in orbit the dark clouds are forces held in porcelain bottles present in space wild echoes radar leaving objects meat raw clouds vast and bounded by pulleys whispering threadbare passions the chemical reaction of departing in a sea cluster wave farewell to the shadow-casting figures     MIDDAY IN THE KITCHEN these thoughts appear like vapor, they melt away, glide on easy, easily, gently, leaving none of the clinging.... leaving no resin stained outer. gliding smooth across across this craggy surface felt inside this "self" and absorbing deep, narrowing to an angle... to feel there is unity that bonds the folds of skin a quick pick up, slightly in tune, and an awareness that washes it all away in an assortment of pores pouring...   SHE SAID she said it was easy enough to leave the day behind and feel deep, feeling against a dark charcoal plumage of the night... in the center of her eye, the mirror pool swirls somewhere in the center.. this dance of retinas is lost in an uneasy and nervous tumult, and the moment comes slowly to a halt during evening's tide...     UNTITLED it's late, cold and there is the liquour to look to the bottom of a glass as if peering down a mountain or from a steep incline seeing all lit up like a siamese tear so neon and the thrill of the hush the cars making one more stop on a rickety travel home hear the cars the revving the engine yawning rolling wheels like a sack of bones against solid black earth and everyday the asphalt changes everyday there is a different route there really is no direction home almost parasitical the way that the expectations pull at the inner membranes, down to the very fibers leaning a head out of the window to catch the air that is fleeting but altogether it is still available an awkward dance of navigations steering a ship through tunnels hopscotching across potholes and cracks and tar and boulders and the trees lean and bend the trees skeletal and black drive past shutdown taverns shutdown shop windows shutdown downtown notice all the strange creatures of the night time blur eyed travelling home by foot it's the width and length of being unsure what next time what will time bring as one breathes, one can see breath crystallising in air it's very cold but apparently there   LATE NIGHT it's the conversation the dialogue pulling me in two seconds to another face a new change in scenery but still the words hang like stale cigar smoke fog in mid-air the feeling doubled the osmosis, the shift days have a weight, a measurement? once more you open that mouth which resonates the words heard at the corner of my psyche and soon i will rest in this release on the edge of the day mute and receptive   THE WARP OF THE BED, THE FLESH OF THE WALLS feel the warp of the bed the flesh of the walls staring at the ceiling when the graffitti from the last inhabitors that sucked the warmth from the chamber filled with marked and pocked sheets white walls in one room so solitary that light barely nudges its shoulders through the windows dust settles on my books the rocking chair with no master my unkempt clothes forming a pyramid eyeing with young boy eyes the corners which soon will erupt in volcanoes tiny explosions barely sighted from side to side i watch the tree that bends over the balcony through a window it is captured, and the door to the right does not lock and is unhinged feeling the room, knowing it but also aware there are more a row of them for they are all ajar feeling opened and raw feeling the lid has been twisted open one more chance to walk away but this does not come easily i feel displaced amongst every nook and cranny of this this room there are two hosts which enter at an unknown time wishing to break the horizon like a twist-off lid i start denying my contradictions i start denying truth i start denying the anti and soon weekend will arrive and there is a problem it will be finished with a bat of the eye i shall stand straight up to court the damned situation and fold my arms as if wrapped in a heart knot for i know that in ten minutes this will vanish from lucidity this will vanish along with names and also numbers and i will try again   NUMBERED TWO one last point, one listless pint move forward to the constellations which conceal themselves in a two day wondering march of feet to the strike of bells leading like a ladder straight up to the forbidden point that spot which is marked growing larger than a lake sighing upwards on the rung of rickety climbing to touch the sky with one finger to be certain it is whole one last pint and it all washes away awash like universal pingpong awake on the edge of a silver spoon two days, the tug at the shoulders the rocket chair upwards lift ascension of noise and freezing all shimmying to a certain silence what stars leave behind through the eye concocted in vision a visionary puddle, a broth visual tell now do tell two days and the push way out so far out wings wash at the station cleansing, adorned in marble i feel the split of the trees speak trembling tremulous the hollow pump of the chest filling pints inside flap of destination palpitating a youth high on octane filling eyes with red leaking reading the last turn scanning the contusions of earth shaken features stone martinis jutting from earth little clusters of atoms the apple traces leaping into the backseat twist of the radio knobs the violet smile of light answering back thorough investigations aloof cells eyeing turnstiles one last fear to dream asleep sap of travel gathering in the stills of video sidemirrors the crucifixion barbwired all the green streamers and the gelatin the eucharist sun packing leaves baskets racket and chatter the hope to reach out a hand for it to melt through the fog protectors and the shrill steam engine     MERGE TO THE RIGHT --merge to the right rain snow show down six lanes-- i've learned all the strings: a week fades to the dust of street and yet another is holding its hand criss crossing asphalt aviation sky writing once more to really see passing, it's all so passing cry out through the windows unknown hawk across the desert screams and it is heard twice auditory realizations of fog and smog all over lightning this city of flesh the steel the network o lonesome skeleton going black with night flying fish and ovals of cigar smoke cross a heart and turn away red faces blush to the wind and all it seems it all falls down the drop of the heart riding over a hill at 85 the heart drops the stomach drops and all, it all falls down   SKETCHES FROM MN sleds are racing up the hill the matchstick hills roll up at a peak beyond the teal light turning gray with storm a crooked arm waves back a semi directing traffic a waste of steam blowing the center of great heights are rolling up their sleeves organic dirt under foot the churning of stones in the stomach the zipsters kick up zones of millenial traffic as crows crawl like flying chameleons the sirens blue and red the pipe picking up once more the cars spit agitated lightning side to side the aroma of wet asphalt the bulge of tires swelling bubbles of tar a sense for speech a loss under the lustre of a scarred tissue illumined a spot light encapsulated the dents of the sky exposed unfolded friday evening a display of silver tiger teeth grinning in rows of discard everything else climbing the walls forming a language of water and soiled set alone at the corner of the field of creatures shitting lightbulbs rocks crossing side to side forming a sinlge arrow painting of sadness grappling with organisms orgasm producing a rotten taste the porous gums of seashells the formation of eyes cracking glands step neon and green creeping over the crevaces hook it up and tear it down the grill of the sky burning red faces turning to the wind radio eyes grimacing natives painted fingernail billboards plain enough but transparent al noises emanating sound from a megaphone of sickness so loud the pumping of gasoline from the temples burned the burn which pushes to the edge the rhombus signalling higher a much higher chemistry looking through a marble at the direct point the quivering of the sun creaking doors split and expand all tuned into the catching net of the mirror of words building channels running up veins into the cliff's side the tunnel spitting steel patterns growing travelling vulgarly a straw absorbing natural absolute shadows of belfries tilt the head the clouds the shells the powder tufts the edible sky burrowing a hole the visual of rooms knitting hands arcades and steam ovens radiating smoke and flying mice like figure dancers the builders figure channels the rest sleeping is becoming vicious day to day promenades begin the sewing of eye vests to the right side singer of reels who town a lone oak under dark planets coughing collision and silence in a jungle ferns bottles bust chainlink butterflies turn and swerve the jets small dabs of paint a rickety house with wooden legs a pipe through the center of a mainline cough stone chandeliers armpit gravel shades of a charcoal summit crying diamonds fix the glasses the highest whine of jet phoenix locomotives pillowing in a field a motion a wink one eye locust-like the visual strain a pelican face the cleft of the nose skims through summer air cackle phones raven an unidentified flying oar weaving roads spinning tails back high shimmer gold hysterical scatter bugs concentrate oval pink huge rows the babbling cans high above silver antennaes a swirl of mica legs rising up two drain pipes connect the spine notched inches in a can of silence the trees octaves adjusting a binocular eyelid winking it's orifice insects in a fixed chemical an alcoholic baptism agitated gargantuan trees are but high noon benches fastened to the sky swinging grasping the stretches of the stomach there is so so so much thunder to grapple all a finely consumed tundra mash the sky turning its head moss color so green the shaker of seas lifting through smoke straight digging to the center of the heart the liquid rush of nerve cataclysms wooden teet chatting across time warps the hills building fortresses of weather a rain falling down like gypsy whispers neon cities wrapped shawls the folding crucifix of cold change women and men as firebuds in the trees howling gro gro of firetrucks electric fidgets drumming drums dissolving desire made so much stronger march up the heels of stars ringing hooves click a dream with heaven closing doors sight and sound firing up zip and flame a ferris wheel staring down a massive city like a cyclone the shit-stench from a still frozen river inhaling nostrils through cigarettes building constructed from shotty sins inhaling and blanking attentive the weaver of tales the shadow somethings trip over glide and dance the night away so many wishes in a blackout the sidewalk a twinkling of trances sideways leading to the immaculate sensations in an oozy corner spending time and hands the masquerade attire pelican beaks cutting holes in tires chatting cutting holes through fog to walk through time the shoestrings still intact hair all scattered and disshevelled grabbing groceries like sorcerers velocity o eye o centralized eye in the center of this encasement large swollen visuallizing criss cross of summer stepping toe to toe   INSIDE THE TEMPO atop our fingertips the volume of psyche weaves rain clouds to glove the hand with grey cold trying to contemplate the unattainable laughing buckets of black tar and india ink laughing concrete pathways to step the feet out upon soon we shall walk once and twice when the clock strikes the bell's arm adjacent to it burning time like crumpled paper in the eye of a hurricane kicking asphalt   LACK OF DIRECTION the staggering heat... the re-birth of ideas late last night.... the re-envisioning, the envelopment of rabbit ears above the visual orifice blurring slow motion flashbacks of shadows... drinking a cup of coffee, poppingyellowjacketsabsurd... there is a laying of groundwork under steeltormented boots, the map is creating itself from the phosphorus of magic carpets... rugs rugs meaning meaning.... i have no idea of the next measurement, once the spine is jolted it is hard to bring it back from the valleys of contortion..... an expansion of the brain, a mental pain, a thinkingpilgrimage, an explosion at the core of the mind's-eye weaving rockets through the eucharist of grey matter..... doubt for doubt, every last drop.... a system is collapsing... the room is cold, cold on cold and colder.... i doubt the temperature as it drops below eyesight.... matter matters, substance, the need.... loneliness in between the blue venetian blinds..... fighting with clock hands 'til a re-location is necessary.... racing the vaporous coffee fumes, late and later....   THE CHAMELEON'S SMILE the chameleon smile walking down avenues lined with tears the chameleon smile beaming like crisscross of suns gone haywire picket fences running relays of electric blue down sideways sidewalks and all over the highest the highest sense tripping and traversing over nectarine dream fields with a chamelon's smile   CROSS EYES metal star haloe pinprick light shining darkness the nothingness of lips contorting vowels a harsh dissonance of changing moons and factory chimneys smoking crimson under a tent of silver stars next to nowhere where i'm from observing the form of night splitting and realigning itself under a postindustrial sunset watch buildings unzip under a hymnal of fog and eyes unravel the secret source of their tear wells grapefruit embedded above amongst wax birds and sonic dwellings of tarry blackened air watch the folds folding the rivers dancing like networks of murmurs watching the sun prod the earth with a diadem cane and mystery babes flying spontaneously along with clockheaded vultures and sighs goodnight   RE-STITCHING THE MOON moon tables... stylized stitches... a dozen calfs with soapdish haloes laughing backwards... the dream of neon machine bugs tic tocking a million eyes and bubbling vein hairs.... the un-horizon pastiched with gallery form showdummies extended from solar belts and galaxy's skirtwings... reading books by telescope the rotating axis of microbes and electric outlets... look into your imagination and untangle the contorting static of wires...     THE WATTS WENT OUT the rain washes away the end of the world and in the doorways the watts went out on the old houses standing like cereal boxes on the molten lane of my childhood city up above in the sky there is an electric neon orange bar sign hanging in the cackling of the air mid-august past paths traversed twice a certain kinesthis an energy anaesthesia the stairs leading like cosmic tunnels sideways up in the air up high all the endless objects the subjects of wrapping up like birds in the shape of a pipe the pipe the shape of an antelope breezy sidewalk windows shingles space gates it's all around i feel the energy calling me back like a high watt magnet like a secret love i can never re-live again the entries are solved when set off the aesthetic side windows of rockets the great trick so missing so eloquent walks bluely outlines atop the batons point squinting perspiring driven time rolling mind forth the flash slight ride under roller horizontal ho hum of night coast the moon shys walk wait for the fact the midnight neon court run to the situation the tints that glow there star acrobats in the magnet of sonorous organs records barbwired in the atomic totem legs of sewer gas the air mold and oval rubbing telephone ÝÝthe itching in all fall ruined cheek line washing the stop signs as dancing books sounding black mountain that primitively sing fire to height rare raw small pebble effect the shelved songs hang like an unravelled tune   I WOKE TODAY to hear the grating delicacy of the words behind her book, sounding much like the delightful dissonance of two sheets of rusted metal rubbing together.... talking about the 'theory of the lamb who disappeared with a sheep coat that didn't care'... ah sly fox, i know your name, so what if you doubt my insecurity... what's in a name, anyway? as i heard you rant about the bastardization and dung shovel of modern technology, my dreams lifted aloft as a heard of sonorous organs playing in an emptied belfry of anthills within plate glass.... then to heighten my many bewitched amusements you showed me that precise destination in the thesaurus where puppets play with squirtguns atop the dugs of a pyramid within the stages and swagger of plastic....   MENTALANDSCAPE 1 mushroom silhouette smoke midnight black to yellow ferns fantastic illusions hallucinating dreams of sound waves under a thousand aspects the magnet of the sky attracting the radareyes beyond a certain black that tiptoes the rickety registers magic flash supreme caught in a matchstick two eyes of diadem souled maneuvers a magic hat trick an unidentified flying object a wellworn pair of shoes hurtling through the heavens on a cycling neuromancy of psyche and a weaving braid of cool jungle street walks along the sonic underbrush billows of strawhats flying like pigeons stoned pharaohs walking the grates of sewers twelve past midnight last run to the moon the atomic totem & the strobelight liquor store nine miles away from home tearing tickets     MENTALANDSCAPE 2 up the last rung of rockets reeling midnight toe tap metaphorically chasing talk talk the wheeling of teeth chasing terrains of illusions the girdle of smoke the castiron thought the natural synthetic mixed up real feel shoe standing the midnight rare raw wild and fantastic moon music stoned beyond all categories and tin cans yellow birds of deluvian paradissimo being led by the prosthetic arm of illusory manifestoings of hymns late night stellar toed boots moving right left and we all fall down passing carnivals of the mind flapping wings the blue cigarette perfume of the atmosphere the hemispheres of chainlink fences sight to sound switching railroad tracks popping zippo lighters with radiator fluid past time on a midnight ride to bluely singing treetops flashing real steel on the motor mental arcade robots exchanging footwork a high wave of infrared ancient dervishes theremins peeling grape vines before nighteyes wheels and pins pinwheels with a flower in the center of passages to the core totem legs and hi-hat head 'sonic reducer' ancient dreams rolling legs and loose vowelled mouth yapping through the smoke signals once and again     MENTALANDSCAPE 3 really real reeling reels torrents of eyes flapping in gusts of contemplating acrostics through thought pines leaning legs the brainyard evolution the height of sugarcubes and unsolved question marks mysterious late night searching the seed the root of night bending telephone wires dancing between curtains with eyefancies dwindling sight of coffee beans moving mountains cha cha revolutions building and building a swirl in the endless and inebriated bucket of time rolling over into empty beds of lonesome sunset sigh night time mares horses of nightmares swallowing neighs of steel in the margins blackening paper with squid tears across a yellow rollercoaster cheek to cheek lines crossing continents of T's oh monumental ho hum of neverwheres the light of the hocus pocus stop signs are dancing digits in their redgreenyellow peals the locusts above and below and outside amen and amen clicking like ancient cash registers bellowing night air out of church organs reflected through funhouse mirages bedazzledcontortions back and forth the legs sing to walk singe in summer night the night the sea legs of triangular halts and oval runnings like freight trains in thick reversals of the pillars of smoke     11:15AM the shit shelves gathering dark ... potholes like sucking in one.... remember the sirens warning dust as the rocket's arm cramped.... the crowd spitting in crested kaleidoscopes..... stepped in the crack one night, i guess... scenery dabbled with thick pelts striking potholes the flash from the universe, the raw small pebble effect... shelved songs hang awkwardly, thuds explosions when set off.... a radiated sleep, counting down...... store-front windows rusted shut, hangs like a portrait awkwardly near the sidewalk... the universe of radiance with side window escape portals.... oh, store-front, widow of moon-craters... better keep eyes peeled, tuned to this channel...       SMALL CITY CRAP KICKER small city crap kicker here stale saltine midwest i'm sick of the same piss-tinged perfumes the chatter of false teeth praise be shit tonight this holecity small city lunchbox apple pie demon i'm ready to punch out loose and speed off sleep at bus-stops with a bunch of rusty paper and squirrels a cigarette roller cradled horizontal a shopping news quilt over a flat bench   LETTER TO PURTY well i ceilinged up today took out the garbage and left withholding nothing in my pockets it was very herds now there is not enough money... the job is on the line washing t-shirts.... building sandcastles and such you know jungles.... you been there... i went wanting so the street is doubt and i felt a bit cold.... sickly this is the deal hold on a second the planet at home or on the great treetop divide i cannot clearly explain.... where the mountain when but the thing.... some flowers or some such the thing.....enlighten some memory this person had wells..... now i am strolling along minding my own and my shirt is tangled... i dunno ok well the freezer is dead empty except for the rates.... until until, me   UNTITLED .org steals beauty just for tonight mountain acrobats in tiled glides hush hush of dark bottles correspond the idontcare perspiring nine eyes caustic mellow to that prism light zigzag papers eliminate scars a bit of the more the less a head half impaired in every medallion of crew-cut pear tree view under windows thinkering serenely eliminate heartburn house how house hello house caresses motor speedways & chat room teeth bow so brick so missing so eloquent weather channel the tints that glow the holders of the ring goodness spent the eye dear soot stomper below   SLEEP DEPRIVATION/ SLEEP PATTERNS welcome to the top white edge of rolling staircases slither paths seconds disconnectedness follow sky shatters busting lost hours aroma of of sewer gas the backdrop the poles attuned the dream-curve an imperfect ballet from vague funhouse mirrors synchronisation of 1,000 apparitions adjusting monocles indifferent and backward... caught between gates barbwire back white eyeing the wind blowing psychic newspaper spin alone the neighborhood all that primitive sidewalk stars like press-on nails a gallery of positive negative eyes crowds huddle together in space the flash the point the intersection of gates and hours squinting between each investigation the marble pathways the crowds walking in crowds huddling together in white... the arc of moments of reality watching air mold and hurtle in glacial fall ruined black hearing the great seductress signal MISTRESS... the fact ruling the flash slightly cracked actions records barbwired back into real that psychic newspaper staring vaguely outlines squinted in white eyes familiar the neighborhood beneath the batons point squint cracked walk at 75 mph positive eyes the still familiar fervor positively spin alone long moves the squinting person squint don't focus appear stars keep running off air as liquid actions space what is left.... walking through the space inside in a different sense-sphere inhale deeply a noiseless entry pause and slowly reactivate supersensual spirit downward ending on a low note this procedure of tensing driven time the next closest point vacant travel the distance to the floor re-experience the situation vision hoops in the blinking eye of the pyramid expelled and floating away lost soldier directing the mind focus on the sensations the foggy gist a volume that exists... lights out the twilight district fades faces in enclosed entries fade the entire street as pure grammar the television mantras of static fade out click and pause rewind in a great flee of yawns... GRAVITY gravity pulled annointing... some say it revolved in the stars as stones collected, but every wall is thick... made harsh returns on the midnight ride as the chasms beyond the peak unravelled, winter shot to the core.... slowing waters catch the space between falling down yet the danced inching steps in rays of light upon charred landscape.... heart abandoning city pain, lost in gray as ice collects passing out hours in handfuls to disseminate like unravelling thunder.... laughing/crying a year or so talking in knots... the hearts unfortunately running toward dead space, between chasms of water... the year slowed down left sifting through empty packs of molecules....     TEN ARMS & A HEART UNDER SHADE this to sleep nothing in camouflage with it's own with it's own with it's own familiar walkways of rain just enough to sleep nothing to sleep nothing in camouflage with it's own with treetaps & grey clouded ladies & so i sit here propped arms & legs smoking to find a way out & so familiar steps the air a mosaic like false complexities & so familiar walkways of rain just enough to be complex & realize what tends town with a complexion riddled with treetaps & legs smoking   Insight 2 AN HOMAGE TO DADA direction and day and art... does an attic discover abroad? do active DADA!!! DADAISM? ambient dadaism!! a dadaistic art deviant skips a dada rope in all directions and Dadaism aside... Dadaism and dance all Dada... Dada all Dada a Dada a Dada... a dadaist as dadaist, a dada is a danger already drawn down with the aesthetic-ethical!!! Down abstraction!!! down dadaism like whiskey!!! dadaistic against the dadaist! Art? direction! Did art............. does an attic discover abroad? do active DADA!!! DADAISM? ambient dadaism! a dadaistic art deviant! and dada! steps in all directions and Dadaism! aside....   BLUES COUGH SYRUP MAGNETIC moon shys walk wait for the sky blues cough syrup magnetic driving off in cool night the city cosmic unisoned speed birds drunken single file air sticks crossing for the stop sighs walk man of verse stop go dont walk blues via head head brimful magnetic sidewinds there stars crossing head head brimful of night gravity     DILEMMA She sees right through these thin shreds of skin.... It is night and all the creatures have made their way home from a great wondering that stretches miles and keeps moving through light years beyond... It is odd I think that even amongst this group of aloof thinkers and travellers on the word sphere that I still feel alone.... And yet she sees right through this thin facade of air which is a moment between two cells as the lights of the city flow like rivers of wine across naked eyes.... Between everything this whole scene there are buildings the buildings stand tall in their masquerade the buildings stand tall and cold like a form of welcome needle hitting skyline hitting mainline the buildings are tall.... The moment between I and she too momentary she sees right through the iguana skin that is worn... Questions arrive at the point of 12 AM she sees right through.... I am beginning to wonder what speech is speech is disconnected the most profound communication is the way in which she sees right through me.... Image: A peeled orange... Word: Question... Question: How?.... I wonder how she can see right through me her wonder is innocent she sees the innocence she sees wonder.... The sea is not far away if all at once I wander the distance to my car yes the party is over I dream of Saturn I wonder as she wonders and somewhere there is connection..... The car is like an odd stone cast against the city's light I move behind the wheel she hops into the passenger seat we fasten our safety belts....     MIRRORS MYSTERIOUS   same mirrors same mysterious sense of disconnection into life evolution has been short rich twilight as a guiding force one can almost get a glimpse whose eyes discern afar poetry is on the intersection an eye dark lingering flying several days rain ideas leave the mirroring cage of dark a dream dawn from the myth the opening black streets count not the years the paradox isolatory kaleidoscope still stars are fading synthetic world of all those words assembled in a body shape so many words a depth and clarity chilidish prattle new wave transmitted through desperate hours from the tenth satire cracks inside the window the hall of mirrors walked upon the fringe of eternity glow light glass sci-fi butterflies amplifying everywhere late or soon sweetheart vital spark   OUTER SEND OUTER outer send outer cast eyes aside astride to find the seed the diamond the asteroid plane in fixed glass elbows crossing the x's swarms of swans crescent the deep dive off the skin into a closing desk the mental axis of flight twist of gears oil spark flies bitter filling the air fugue eye to eye introspective fidget telephones technique electric buzz the wire lightning fist to fist technicolor billboard remote control whir away carrying legs up high raining pigment static ants racing snowing black snaring television sight showing the foggy nodding of the head thermometer bulb contemplating the quizzical dash of alive pulling off the curtains of the eyes look away this way the curve is high laying bed-awake at night spiders nest explodes illuminating infrastructure of a head folding tables a mind laughing rubies the rolling dice of tuning in a shadow passing through helicopters the twirling of the paper fan speaking helium passwords to twitch inside a doves ear hopscotch plaid watches the magic carpenters needling watching in the balcony of the telephone inside the nostril speaking carrots inside the chimney of acrobats lifting arms passing molecules beside accordians tales on the tiles of nowhere plastered eating carpet until tears show through the rope pulling curtains the slender illumined warmth of river stompers boots and cans kneeling to catch winking in open pockets buildings pumping butterflies out an open telephone directory eyes to see through tophats the firm foliage traces landscapes purrs blurred oceans blurring inside the cufflinks stormy eye the eye inspects continuing the coasts of confetti white stripes on a red house taint lifting frames from hinges passing trees from smoky lungs blue green onions of kaleidoscopes unbolting hands rushing rivers imagining rockets saying suddenly blooming treble inking outside the tricked cleft   THE DANCE SPUN AROUND THE ALARM music played against moon beaming with intensity the field roaming inward and gorgeous dreams looking about night as if glued into place a backdrop of stars minds weaving in space memory a black canvas and the cosmos ballet blinked its eyes new networks slowed of four eyes seeing the eye of the beast and the fate of reason the whole world a spindle a slew of falling stars sewn together new frames for the portrait patched weeds grow out of organs the dance spun around the alarm golden and precise   NIGHT SHOWING NIGHT the shoulders the air cackle phosphorus of departing across acrostics through the tug at the horizontal arcade of tar and unsolved songs hang like whisper hues in a second there are there is crawling when that in an imperfect party is odd from a great wonder white eye of flesh the height a megaphone ÝÝ the iguana skin itching groceries turn scanning pints in an unidentified flying book sounding of creatures shit-stench ÝÝwells grape vines attuned the creature of steep incline from doors the cosmic under windows shut hang in space with a swinging the sense-sphere the lake dim heard you rant clarity chilidish haloe pinprick sea cluster matters needle absorbing through funhouse taint lifting of eye the x's swarms puckering cutting asphalt the night showing night   AN OPTICAL DASH OF INFRASTRUCTURED TINTS this crawling the shaken features ÝÝthe neon crawling machine the zones hands a red face the natural absolute shadows ÝÝdoves the can alcoholic baptism aside a dozen calfs with shadows rusty packing hole universals the rest settles busting the dada rope in the words barbwire back like an oozy corner of eyed tracks popping along with a bunch out of the lid stars above the dream dawning all the sky explosions stoned speech is dissonance of paint lifted aloft as pure grates between the horizontal court run to hear the street is need ÝÝthe nostril spark flies amplifying city's light graces blues via head half impaired ÝÝheart abandoning it's own withholdings wash at the twilightning in a quick two sheets of district fade the rolling heat scenery dabbled into the sky shatters needle absorbing to touch the prosthetic world an optical dash of infrastructed tints   THE VIOLET SMILE draw moment large swollen vision and bubbling of destinating graces in hand clarity cosmosis the sky shatter bulb continuing the shadow-casting as a guiding serenely conscious sensory flame the form of illusions a week fades to a certain moon the nostril speak unravelling glasses the skin thick pick up slightning thunder unidentified flying digits inside the hearts unfolded from earth and radio knobs the things stand the windows shut hang away dancing legs smoking axis of windows doves ear hopscotch plain filled tundra massive city's travellers on the years in all the rocks clothed off the clock hand fantastic illusions a different sense-sphere the glass sci-fi butterflies are but evening and dada is night digging snow a higher raining like sucked warmth from the violet smile   THE EVOLUTION OF CITY FLOWERS city flowers evolved inches in between gates before the molten lane of ideas later.... looking itself from lucidity this "self" and keep eyes under a much like vaporous gums of a head brimful of microbes and the great groove forbidden pocked clock hands stepped arm wave defective side to see through syrup magnetic mixed up really..... see right glasses through smoking gray as it was very herds now there.... an enchanter and hi-hat heavy free burning pillars oil speaking in a great fleeing the batons point of sewer gas the job is odd stoned black snaring desk..... the next measurement? once more the end out of the dance inspects in the mirrors walking legs and the nostril speaking the center of postindustrial summer air cackling of steel in the notched dawn... the chameleon smile walls down avenues like the last drops below eyes seeing to sound at 85 the natural absorption.....   THE HAUNTED ECHOES OF THE MELT AWAY the natural absolute shadows shut hanging flying chameleons the molten lanes rolling up zones technicolor billboard remote contemplating tremulous town notice... a new sense-sphere is cold and red face felt inside sing continents of skin the bed through space with soapdish haloes laughing in cool jungle filling the myth the bedazzledcontortion.... image: peeling the tripping watch builders and oval pingpong away danced in porcelain facade out the fact the shufflinks stormy eyes caustic art denying down passages to sleep incline seed...... the teeth grinning and dissolving really realized straight up the edge the flash slightning psychic newspapers eliminate hit and clarity haloed land folds of T's... oh monumentary popping in crowds walk wait for the magnetic world of coffee fumes..... the blinking collects the poles attuned the twilight through empty except for it drops bell's armpit gravity... sea is no directions gallery of lightly cracket fences sign hand will rest settles..... correspond the notched with tears beyond the quizzical the highest the stars lean antennaes a magic hat tends the cufflinks stormy eye to blue down together into empty beds of the hills with squid rush of bells grapefruit.... embedded above and bends the cars all fall downward evolution of chance of the the eucharist sun packing attentive fidget television of coffee beans..... moving over of the creature of yawning the batons point the hall walks blurring down past midnight spiders twelve pathways leaping a veiled gliding tree..... horses of shoestrings unzip sewing together pathways up high on octane file...... air mold and smog all scatter.... stylized strange heavens dark ... potholes like cosmic tocking glandscapes purr blues via head... the sky blues correspond necessary.... the canals something... see through empty beds of microbes and soon will time wash at the history kaleidoscope.... unravelling down time wishing the mental court.... run to hearts unfolded friday evening's tide.... somewhere the spin along with radio knobs propped into the horizontal firing butterflies out the great wonder.... image: a peeling star a secret source... one hangs awkwardly near the notched dawning a cup of the twilighteyes crossing person squirtguns atop the trees... speech discerns afar poetry dancing like universe stompers.....   BLACK STRINGS the chandeliers and black strings the fact the day promenades of tarry black withholding the cufflinks stoned speech a low note the marble feeling graces and boulders and oval pingpong away dancing like networks slowed down left of radio knobs propped in the flashbackseat wonder foot it's all direct party is odd stoned blankingpilgrimacing legs smoky lunchbox i'm sick of bodily functions different sensations and crawl higher       WATCHING THE WIND RE-FACE THE HOUSES walk tallthe elevatorrunning upmy arm's lengthmay of mays the buildings are knocking their knees the wheezing of the telephone wireconductorswitching another trackwatching the wind re-face the houses     UNTITLED the virginal spread of well-worn furniture the space with accompaniment of odd object soblong fuguesglass stretching metal the imprinted paw of the curtain sintricate designscerebral windowbrushing wind the ferns growing from the mainline the bronchial fireplace and ceramic soldierseccentric paint strokes within the boxthetelevision joininginsomniac balustradesbelow the windowpanesserpent cordvitriol wind chimes somnolent wellcaressing tearsthefaucet electrified by the gathering of dust of dustmildew petals opening and unfolding electricopiated mechanisms the derrickblowing staticbolted shot glass a great diaspora     NAT U RAL   diaphanous treesyellow shiversthru windmill dawnblowing cat wordsexchanging turnstilesmud monuments the climbing increments under shaded aspects the dispersion of siamese eyelidsfold the cloudswith talc puffs of an ascending black       UNTITLED to the painted life the mannequins comeacross the riverinside bucketshalf-an-hour away the gulls swallowingexcalamation pointsoozing chemicalall the ancient pagesfalling trappedinside the observersopened palmlight rusted dollheadsrustling through the edges of cloud breaktearing ticketssmiling smoke     UNDER THE MONARCH'S WATCHFULNESS of nonsense and red nostrils angular the mental mobile singing slush the hammer pushing clock nosesflaming the exertion of musical musclesangles elation the rain's eyetaptiptoes intense under shadowsbrilliantly vague carrying bookswaiting for the paint blushwalk ing to the hive the deluvian thermometersmiling a vacant blueinside or outunder the sun the monarch gulps thricely   UNTITLED to the virginal spread of well caressing turnstilesmud monumentsunder shaded aspects the box the gatheringtrapped inside bucketshalf-an-hour away the painted life the dispersion of musical allthe mental mobilesinging slush the box the exertion the hammer pushingchemical muscles angular the imprinted palm light rusteddollheads rusted dollheadsrustling turnstilesmud monument   WATCHING THE WIND RE-FACE THE HOUSES walk tall the elevator running up my arm's length may of mays the buildings are knocking their knees the wheezing of the telephone wire conductor switching another track watching the wind re-face the houses   UNTITLED the virginal spread of well-worn furniture the space with accompaniment of odd objects oblong fugues glass stretching metal the imprinted paw of the curtains intricate designs cerebral window brushing wind the ferns growing from the mainline the bronchial fireplace and ceramic soldiers eccentric paint strokes within the box the television joining insomniac balustrades below the windowpane's serpent cord vitriol wind chimes somnolent well caressing tears the faucet electrified by the gathering of dust of dust mildew petals opening and unfolding electric opiated mechanisms the derrick blowing static bolted shot glass a great diaspora   NATURAL diaphanous trees yellow shivers thru windmill dawn blowing cat words exchanging turnstiles mud monuments the climbing increments under shaded aspects the dispersion of siamese eyelids fold the clouds with talc puffs of an ascending black   UNTITLED to the painted life the mannequins come across the river inside buckets half-an-hour away the gulls swallowing excalamation points oozing chemical all the ancient pages falling trapped inside the observer's opened palm light rusted dollheads rustling through the edges of cloud break tearing tickets smiling smoke   UNDER THE MONARCH'S WATCHFULNESS of nonsense and red nostrils angular the mental mobile singing slush the hammer pushing clock noses flamig the exertion of musical muscles angles elation the rain's eyetap tiptoes intense under shadows brilliantly vague carrying books waiting for the paint blush walking to the hive the deluvian thermometer smiling a vacant blue inside or out under the sun the monarch gulps thricely   UNTITLED to the virginal spread of well caressing turnstiles mud monuments under shaded aspects the box the gathering trapped inside buckets half-an-hour away the painted life the dispersion of musical all the mental mobile singing slush the box the exertion the hammer pushing chemical muscles angular the imprinted palm light rusted dollheads rusted dollheads rustling turnstiles mud monuments the dispersion joining insomniac balustrades below the mannequins come across the ferns glowing electric opiated mechanisms the observer's opening red nostrils angular the paint blush the monarch   THE CLIMBING INSOMNIAC to the painted life the faucet electric paint blush walking through the river inside the observer's opening a vacant blush the paint strokes with accompaniment of dust mildew petals opening insomniac balustrades below the gathering tearing to the river inside buckets half-an-hour away the faucet electric opiated mechanisms the mannequins come across the bronchial fireplace and ceramic soldiers eccentricate designs cerebral wind chimes somnolent well caressing turnstiles mud monuments the exertion the exertion thermometer smiling and red nostrils angular the mannequins come across the faucet electrified by the observer's opening insomniac balustrades below the mainline the virginal spread of well caressing turnstiles mud monuments under shaded aspects the windmill dawn blowing chemical muscles angular the dispersion joining red nostrils angular the deluvian the climbing increments the bronchial fireplace and red nostrils angular the gulls swallowing the climbing insomniac   THE CORE OF THE PAINT STROKES the core of the paint strokes with a lonely voice the gathering thunder shop windowpane's hand with the evening insomniac   THE MELT AWAY the sea within the gulls swallowing chemical muscles and fever shredding a vacant blush the eye traffic ascension the criss-cross the derrick blowing turnstiles mud monuments under the observer's opening the gulls swallowing of distortion the great groove flux washing canals opening in migration way up o so high a swing sideways of dead wind chimes somnolent well caressing to drift through internal mobile singing static bolted shot glass a core of the ancient pages falling through space with accompaniment of dust mildew petals opening a vacant blush the ferns growing of the mental monologues glass a core of bells nurtured by the great diaspora     NATURAL diaphanous trees yellow shiver of the virginal the hive the ancient between noise blending apparitions galloping away the televisionary sensory flaming the film slide a puzzle diving   WONDER THE CAFETERIA rocket rocking trapped inside buckets smiling tears ÝÝo sonic the passing to the mannequins running rivulets in their night wear the river inside the fuses send away the monarch gulps thricely   UNTITLED to the severity of heated mechanisms the needle scanning again a being a let down OFF-CENTER APPARITION off-center apparitions the radio static bolted shot glass the virginal spread of ways the ominous vapor the ladder as a labyrinth leading electric painted life the lonely voice the ferns growing chair sprout bat wings glued on angel real the deluvian form the exertion the virginal spread of well-worn furniture the cryptic strand o pity language and ceramic soldiers eccentricated designs cerebral wind chimes artaudian poems of an ascension joining red nostrils angular the gulls swallowing for the sigh and red nostrils angular the high of sphinxes fix a toll of the gulls swallowing clock laughing way confusion joining gas outsidethefog   DARK night filling cans day releasing it's manifold arms the enchantment beside the piano rolling it's teeth one bar two bars across the moon the waste belt the black bulbs sprouting from lunar lips smack loud backing away washing mind hanging up laundry riverbeds digits of flesh fold the flexed arm like a bolt shining shut reading layers lulling to sleep under the imitation of bones scraping violas to night feeling the flash sucked dry out of a peeling bud sprouting     CROSS-EYED SAINTS cross-eyed saints crosses / corsages dumbfounded there is material it is neither shiny nor golden old soup film noir no frills just a spotlight a halo nether nether so lo so lo saint eyes curious cursed androids little yellow and the pill bottomless cross eyes saintly not / yes aura oral dictations higher height o elations   SURROUNDED BY DREAMSPEECH under the dreams coughing cape the night singer displays orally the thunder of tundras arctic ooo laaa's out the side of warehouse dreams shrouded with night air lambs cross fields eternally upward the highest slats like crowns tears to shed next week taking a turn- stile / substance the car of aurora borealis supernaturally flashing it's dial tone once more   THE CAN ONCE OPENED once opened the can realizations a bottle of muses leaking out a blowhole like organ choirs shivering high under the dessert of miss tarry inside and out somewhere the ornaments clang back into place dreams drifting to another set of rounds   THE CAR OF TUNDRAS supernaturally flashing cape the high under the ornaments cross-eyed saints clang back into place dreams shrouded with night o elations under the dessert of muses leaking a turn- stile / substance the ornaments crosses / corsages dumbfounded the dreams shrouded with night o elations highest slats like crowns tears to shed next week taking a turn- stile / substance the night air lambs crosses / corsages dumbfounded the can of realizations Ý under the car of tundras   ELATIONS dark night o elations high under the thunder of tundras arctic ooo laaa's out a blowhole like crowns tears to shed next week taking a turnstile substance the waste belt the dreams shrouded with night air lambs cross-eyed saints clang back into place dreams shrouded with night feeling cans day releasing it's manifold enchantment the bedside of warehouse dreams shrouded with night air lambs cross fields eternally flash sucked dry out of rounds once opened the night air lambs cross the flashing cape the dreams shrouded with night feeling cross-eyed saint eyes curious curious curious cursed androids little miss tarry inside and the pill bottle of warehouse dreams shrouded with night air lambs cross eyes curious cursed androids of muses leaking a turnstile substance the dessert of aurora borealis supernaturally the car of aurora borealis supernaturally upward the imitations under a peeling sleep Insight 3 CRYSTAL LANGUAGE crystal language carrying over a sharp breeze one night held between the teeth whistling chewing one night moving to the next blue channel movement to the trees the terraces the ghosts changing arms and legs o soul move back to the attics black lungs and televisions the hi-hat struck over and over   THE SPINNING ROAD road spinning backwards the feverish haunts the miles like tracks on an arm perpetually flexing and bending sonic swallowing it's tail in one fierce gulp of liquor refuse the thunder blossoming inside the crates of the stomach pounding numbers of layered steel typewriter cross-wired down thick lanes of no more flying the head like a kite   NIGHT AIR LAMBS night air lambs cross-wired down thick lanes of layers lulling it's teeth whistling to the night filling cans day releasing it's dial tone once opened the ornaments clang back into place dreams shrouded with night air cross-wired down thick lanes of tundras supernaturally flashing sucked dry out a blowhole like crowned tears substance the attics black lungs and televisions high under the enchantment beside the flexing a turnstile substance the ornaments cross eyes curious curious little of warehouse dreams shrouded with night air lambs cross-eyed saint eyes cursed androids little yellow legs o soul move back into place cross fields eternally the black bulbs sprouting the carrying to shed next week taking arms and the imitations under aurora borealis the feverish haunts the dreams shrouded with night elations Ý under the night so high     FEELING NIGHT night feeling the flexing arms yielding a perplexing mind hanging up laundry riverbed digits of such infinite things televisions under the night air cross fields eternally flashing cans day releasing it's furthest slats like cross-wired thick lanes of tundras arctic somewhere is the material it is neither shining or back into place dreams shrouded with night higher height air cross-eyed saints cross-eyed saintly not yes aura orally flash sucked dry out somewhere   THE LABYRINTH to shed next week taking arms and the dessert of rounds the feverish haunts of the senses' raptures and the mind hanging arms and televisions the highest incense televisions the hi-hat struck over and shadowy unison as any grass shining to sleep under the labyrinth long-held echoes blending sonic swallowing inside the feverish haunts the higher height air refuse the can realize supernaturally upward the labyrinth like cross eyes curious of mystical repugnance illusion the enchantment beside somewhere aurora borealis supernaturally upward the attics black lungs as darkness and color the tree's senses raptures of a new discovery inside the imitations a bottle of warehouse dreams shrouded with night   BLOSSOMS the black bulbs sprouting from lunar lips smack loud back into place dreams shrouded with lambs' crosses corsages as forests of flesh flesh fold material it is neither shiny nor golden old soup film noir no frills just a spotlight feeling to shed next week taking arms and posses corsages dumbfounded the black lungs and televisions accustomed eyes curious cursed androids of little warehouses dreams shrouded with night o elations Ýunder the carrying to shed next week taking a turn substance the black bulbs sprouting to sleep crystal language car the pill bottomless and legs of soul   THE DREAMS BETWEEN US fold enchantment to the enchantment beside yourself as darkness as dark night o elations high under the imitations higher height air limbs cross-eyed saint eyes long-held between us and ahh a new discovery in the power of aurora borealis supernaturally flashing writing to shed next week alive and somewhere else into place saints crosses corsages dumbfounded the poetic soul movement to the thunder once opened the terraces the mind's hanging up laundry riverbeds digits of nature's temple odors substance the waste belt the pill bottomless as darkness over a sharp breeze one night air lambs cross fields eternally flashing chewing over a sharp breeze one fierce gulp of liquor refuse the thunder the dreams shrouded with night held between   ROLLING THE DIAL-TONE rolling it's dial tone once more flying the next week taking a substance of the night tarry in the thunder of the obscure mysterious curious curious cross fields eternally the night singer displays orally flexing the message with night held between us as day releases it's teeth one deep television high blending numbers of layered steel typewriter crosses corsages dumbfounded the moon the night feeling somewhere the side feeling to it's furthest slats like a kite night singer displays orally the teeth whistling cape the bedside of the warehouse dreams shrouded with an accustomed eye     RING MY TEARS IN THE FOG fifteen hours til sunset ring my tears in the fog amongst trees showers pin pricks the walk back and forth machinery limbo under the guise of familiar names faces twice known disappearing the floating of the ship the searing sunset peeling our skin back and forth for one more hour   'VERY NEW' very new old the confrontation of daylight dancing two trains together look above at the ferris wheel of ankles genuflecting whistles... a crystal bed... foreign attention marks a landscapes covered horse on the screen porches of reverberating whistles... out through the vomit sheets like new old the kingdom of hawks across the chair to wipe the day.... the vomit sheets of smoke form a reclamation the awe of the inkling nose.... examining scars at the ferris wheel of ankles genuflecting before a row of barracudas under the rushing of awe.... falling out and often old.... standing marks landscapes covered horse on the inkling forwards from a refuse of daylight.... falling out a scream of hawks across the edge of diaries.... talking patios and steel-toed astronauts.... talking their passion through gears for plastic bottles... THE HOLD very new this side old   THE IMPRESSIONS sipping tea under a multilingual impression of tongues mouse-trapping the moon of unwashed mildew dishes round adorning a ninety minute radiance of spoons and thimbles with bones crunching aspects under the slide-show of race tracks moving to the next eclipse evening out the head and the alignment of rat holes agitated swimming to the next tree gliding on easily with no blemishes attached   THE CORSAGE from the pedestal of an owl swallowing pinks and blues the night fanning with the tugging of panty hose furniture and fumes different choices shimmying down corridors of voices and the fly trap weighing planets in a parade of blushing and whitening under the paradox of a smoothing dirt running nowhere but dribbling off the edges   TEN O'CLOCK HEARTS CROSS ten o'clock hearts dime store hysteria arcades rusted and dusted walking along with enough river reeds to fill in the questions where was the 'x' that crossed out the name of the heart under the balcony of trees the same traversion a coffee cup flying saucers a mind chomping hay grazing inwardly at the hemispheres containment a belt of stars a moscow top hat tugging at the elbow of too many nights spent re-treading anvils     NOW with a mouth clouded by helium and a tongue scanning a greasy fork of the treetops all the moths are scattering in a hungry shade dropping marbles from swollen bellies hovering with the bus of oscillating illusions rolling magical turntables after more extensions dropping suitcases again and again to the bottom of the world a strawberry patch   TRANSPARENT INK complexes of bared wire toe tapping the maze outline of a thousand creatures superimposed with shocking billboards one eye intense attentive to the changing channels the quivering ghosts flying chandeliers of smoke clouds o the skulls molecules inching closer to a final escape under the trapezes the big dreams of ink   COLD JANGLES 'you can lead a horse to water' eyes as red as attending police sirens the tilt back to blue tiled windows windless vault black widows long legs the ceremonial song singing one last step to the sigh tide to roll ones sleeves over one's head and step out of the body if only for a few shreds of dodging the enigmas sluicing in icicles cold jangles   VEIN RECOGNITION step to step toes kissing steely eyed vein recognition docile addition can under can refuse passion crumpled paper trampled visions dust shifting under the nostrils odor of moving guts hands waving hello hello the guttural guitar the changing of angles inside a gray ear half-shuttered and bending over   HOLDING LAKES INSIDE THE FOLD OF SEAMED HANDS the surreal escape of the directories pulling the flesh of the arms the wines of many navigations isolated ham bones suddenly colliding on the kick plane membranes splitting re-stitched over aligning the shadows the reflexed eyes under the light of eerie perceptions holding lakes inside the folds of seamed hands     FADING TO THE NEXT SIGNAL feeling for a signal through the orbs of rush manic straight down rocket off from the ruins of the monocled ashtray swinging chandeliers at the gummed core falling down five flights of a new discovery the stairs of revelation of disconcerting ziggurats wish for the wake-up skin to skin make-up 50 % off finding all hit upside a thought corridor of the head sent off postage another destination a potpurri of mirages untamed reflections   THE SWINGING DOORS the assembly line ajar a smile a prodded nudge the twist of coils the shingles of nerve-endings falling further down reclamation of veins backdown breakdown walk tall eye lift light above tattered frequencies the edging of glass turtle dove dove-tail jack-knife revelations dissolved inside the perpetually swinging doors   CONCRETE MAGIC FINGERS torn paper the real touch the guiding hands the realms of ships navigating eyelids haunted headlights a failed expedition out the oven half-hidden from the graph from the sight of neon racing inside toasters swallowing whole lakes whole sewn together mismatched the concrete pale the magic fingers bleeding vegetables   THE LAUGHING JAR little yellow inside the plot the jerking of the lift of antennas on the second day aloft through a holy black the contortion jack-in-the-box hands singing acrostic sonar sonnet smear gray grass under the illusion of the second day barely grasped prepared inside the leaking gasoline of the laughing jar   UPENDING THE FABLES the enigmas sluicing the folds of bared shocking before a row of reflexed eyes as red enigmas sluicing inwardly at the magical turntables after more hysteria arcades rusted and the traversion of unwashed mildew discovered horse on the plot the confrontation of the plot the perceptions isolated swimming the realms of oscillating ziggurats wish for a few shreds of oscillating eyelids haunted hands the fog amongst tree gliding all the skulls molecules inching a gray grazing in a hungry shade dropping hands the fog amongst trees shimmying down rocket off the changing the inkling nose falling further destinations isolated ham bones crunching anvils NOW is enough a horse guiding and bendings falling doors torn paper trampled visions dropping hay grazing illusions roll ones sleeves over the 'x' that cross   THE TAPDANCE OF DIARIES the rushing a ninety minute tapdance of diaries talking before a row of rush a manic strawberry patch the complexes of ink under the moon of the assembly a line of treetops all the hemispheres cold jangles step to the plot the bus of reflexed eyes untamed ham bones crunching of panty hose falling marbles the illusion of unwashed mildew discovery new old from a refuse passion of daylight of smoke clouded by helium and machinery limbo under the oven half-hidden from a reclamation a docile addition docile prodded nudge the shadows long legs the reflecting under the guise of the sigh the plot perpetual swinging down five flights of angles of stars atop moscow a top hat tugging at the body   CLOUD SCARABS the hemispheres step to the topograph from the tracks moving hello there dribbling magical turntables the rushes round adorning lightning doors torn paper this invigoration across the slide-show of the second day bared in cells the rusted walking a blanket of angles steps across the bottles sipping histories talking back and wondering in icicles dodging the police sirens this vision and the awe a falling nose falling my tears conflicting ziggurats wish for the sake of the bus picking at smoke cloud scarabs   BLUE TILED PAGES blue tiled pages with the creatures of my feet must continue falling off the realms of oscillating whistles ... a crystal of awe.... examining steeples phrases released inside the oven a half-shuttered horse rolling marbles the doors a torn paper trampoline the pronunciation soupcans refuse of juices bending easily with bones crunching planes membranes suddenly colliding a greasy plastic sonar grazing inside hungry shadows windless after more hysteria spoons and steel eye to vein recognition the awe of circulation can lead me away talking over hues the tugging along shedding whole sewn together by words talking before a row of reflexed eyes as red as fumes of different choices buzzes the inkling marbles of the night of a smile: the night     THE BODY the topograph of swollen bellies hovering off from the swollen turfs of my feet on the street step to the plot the sigh the windless vault black the floating wishing for a few shreds of madness the hemispheres inching down walk the mazes spectacles of reptiles contortions across the eloquence of juices bended singing across the wines of limbo under sight dancing the concrete stretched sipping street-tops all-out void that breakdown of five flights that crossed out these agitated hands   THE UNWASHED MILDEW DISCOVERY the ether destinations dissolved inside old from the awe of ankles genuflecting rushing along the stretch of the flesh of the bus of too many back again aerial destinations isolated hands waving gasoline of the guttural guitar the floating ziggurats awakened prepared shocking pinks and the inking off the ferris wheel of pronunciations docile a prodded nudge the creatures superimposed swallowing police sirens the icicles of oscillations and layered ratios eternally escaping cold jangles of space coughing across the oven like eggs spill the nights in a failed expedition the enigmas sluicing inwardly at the guiding out and the wine for a few shreds of smoke clouded by eternal emotions the tiled expedition of unwashed mildew discovery     A POTPURRI OF MADNESS a potpurri of madness the maze outline of energy radar a limbo under the shade dropping spaces laid back some kinda mind chomping hay grazing illusion paranormal illusions visions of isolated hands the ships navigation out screen porches ÝÝ in a reflection of diaries the stairs of neon racing illusions of voices buzzes and marching jars a final escape under the changing words leading to the edge of disconcerting eyelids haunted headlights dip swinging the flesh of limbs inside a gray grass under the orbs of stars and icing seas losing further look above at the orbs of stars and mouth clouds   A CONTORTION OF DIARIES feeling tones sleeves over in vast friction jack-in-the-box hands singing on the moon of too many navigating with a thought a corridor of angelic grace maneuvering marbles after more extensions fog amongst potholes reaching limbs that cross the elbow of barracudas under the skulls molecules inside to water eyes sluicing illusions isolated swimming the wines of oscillating the ceremonial song stretches elastic sonar sonnet smearing gray grazing in and tongues trapping hay grazing inside the balcony of reflexed eyes the real escapes cold jangles of an owl swallowing whole lakes whole lakes inside toasters scattering a top hat tugging changing gray the big dreams of brick walls infinitely stretched the hemispheres a contortion of diaries   Insight 4 THE MACHINERY GUISE inching closer one last step odor of moving guts suddenly colliding of eerie perceptions at the gummed core falling down five flights of mirage nerve-endings falling further down sewn together under the illusion before a row of dropping hands the iron doors torn back from the complexes of panty hose helium the machinery guise of the sigh of angles of stars atop the body   EXTINGUISHING SIGHT we spun over into deep beds sleep calmed the echoes burned out nerves fused into the light of day sockets holy unborn the rain is dawning on the heathens now re-building the mind like geometric teepees under the hissing fields skin fleshed the day stunted like trouts from the spread butter of the stars of night o the precision of the meshed head rays of flight tilting the villages lost over the cool land extinguishing sight     THE HEMISPHERES CONTINUE FALLING IN ICICLES a snake seven radio stations revolving on wooden panels.... stammering experiences..... a cradle rocking to sleep on saturn a sudden saddle.... the satellites heartcore like a needle pulling away a piece of white..... a seperate dream experience, ever had those under the guise of detachedness?... have you ever touched heaven with a velvet pointillist?..... a green gavel smashes on a heap of piano stools..... there is a whiskey bottle orphan heart.... demon flower beds crossed wires in the sandcastle hole hotel next to the giant tower slathered with clock gear grease....... the alpha joker card full of digits in a half-air.... the pyramidical sea of apparitions.... falling on the mouth of flower beds...... acid trees bending their flakes of spider crystals alive in waking rains...... quaking like a million bees falling into a scoundrels hand... of night with its massive thumb blister.... the hieroglyph is crying blue eyes under soviet rain..... an open mouth of the universe bending flapping legs.... the guise of digits in the hieroglyph crying blue eyes under the satellites heartcore like a needle pulling away..... falling away a piece of white.... the giant tower beds..... a cradle rocking rain..... the satellites heartcore like a million bees falling on the guise of digits in the giant tower beds..... the mouth of flower beds crossed with clock gear grease.... the satellites heart........ acid trees bending to sleep on saturn... there is a whiskey bottle orphan heartcore like a million bees falling away..... a piece of detachedness? have you ever had those under soviet rains?...... a cradle rocking like a million bees falling away a piece of white..... the alpha joker card full of digits in the giant tower slat there is a whiskey bottle.... quaking rains...... the mouth of the alpha joker card full of detachedness?... have you ever touched heaven with clock gear grease..... falling away a piece of white.... a green gavel smashes on a half-air.... the universe bending their flakes of spider crystals alive in waking rain...... the giant tower beds....... a piece of white falling into a scoundrels hand... acid trees bending flapping legs.... the guise of detachedness?... have you ever touched heaven with its massive thumb blister?.... the alpha joker card full of detachedness?... have you ever had those under soviet rain?..... demon flower beds.... a green gavel smashes on quaking rains........ a seperate dream experience.... a seperate dream experience, ever had those under soviet rain?...... a green gavel smashes on a green gavel smashes on a heap of piano stools.... a cradle rocking their flakes of spider crystals alive in waking rains...... a seperate dream experience, ever had those under the alpha joker card full of detachedness?... . the pyramidical sea of apparitions revolving on wooden panels..... a cradle rocking rain..... acid trees bending their flakes of spider crystals alive in waking legs..... the giant tower beds crossed wires in the giant tower beds......... stammering experiences..... the giant tower beds crossed wires in the satellites heartcore like a million bees falling on wooden panels...... the alpha joker card full of digits in a half-air.... the guise of white....... an open mouth of flower slathered with a velvet pointillist?..... an open mouth of the sandcastle hotel next to the universe bending flapping legs.... stammering experience, ever had those under soviet rain?.... an open mouth of the satellites core like a needle pulling into a scoundrels hand... an open mouth of the alpha joker card full of digits in the pyramidical sea of apparitions revolving on the universe bending their flakes of spider crystals alive in waking to sleep on saturn a sudden saddle.... quaking their flakes of spider crystals alive in waking like a needle pulling into a scoundrels hand....... a cradle rocking rains..... a seperate dream experience, ever had those under soviet rain?...... the pyramidical sea of apparitions revolving on wooden panels.... quaking legs..... quaking to sleep on saturn...... acid trees bending flapping like a needle pulling on the alpha joker card full of detachedness? have you ever had those under soviet rains?.... the giant tower beds crossed wires in the hieroglyph crying blue eyes under the alpha joker card full of detachedness... have you ever touched heaven with its massive thumb blister?.... the hieroglyph is crying blue eyes under soviet rains..... the mouth of flower beds crossed wires.....a snake seven radio station of digits in awe of a failed experience, ever the alpha joker card full of digits in the floating ziggurats....... awakened prepared shocking limbs that crossed wires in the core like geometric teepees under the giant tower slat..... the pyramidical sea of apparition icicles dodging away a piece of juice buzzes and layered wires in the days stunted hand... acid trees bending flapping like eggs spilling..... the changing the realms of isolated swimming to the giant tower beds........ quaking on the wines of reflecting rushing seas losing fields...... is skin fleshed the guise of detachedness?... have you ever had those under soviet rain?..... a seperate dream expedition of different choices bending wish for the wines of apparition the giant tower beds..... acid trees bending on the illusions vision a crossed out screen gavel smashes on a heap of piano stools..... a cradle rocking away talking rains..... a green gavel smashes on a half-air.... examining space coughing changing on the giant tower beds cross the flesh of the tracks moving guts suddenly..... the wine for the sigh the changing away talking the creatures suddenly colliding whole....a hotel next to the inking limbo under soviet rains.... the giant tower beds.... an open mouth of ankles genuflecting the mouth of apparitions... vision out... a nerve-ending for a few shreds of mirage... a nerve-ending on wooden panels.... demon flower beds..... an open mouth of the inking rains.... acid trees bending eyelids haunted like a million bees falling... illusion of paranormal illusions the universe bending falling flapping limbs that cross the mazes spectacles of madness...... have you ever had those under the stars?... and the heathens now re-building the satellites core like a needle pulling off the swollen turfs of reptiles...... conflicting rain?..... the mouth of the alpha joker card full of digits in a heap of pronunciations...... jack-in-the-box hands...... the stairs of too many back again aerial destinations revolving gray grazing into a scoundrels hands....... the oven a half-air.... there dribbling into a scoundrels hand an owl swallowing police sirens... the giant tower slat the mouth of clock gear grease.... a crystal alive in waking legs.... acid trees bending the mind like a needle pulling a blanket of day bared inside..... old from the sandcastle hole lakes whole lakes of my feet must continue falling.... a nose falling on the universe bending the doors.... ÝÝtorn paper of the pyramidical turntables after more extensions across the giant tower beds.......... a greasy plastic sonar sonnet smearing on wooden panels...... the giant tower beds cross the orbs of voices bending for a few shreds of the illusions at the satellites heart.... the plot these agitated hands... a cradle rocking rushes on quaking legs.... the alpha joker card full of detachedness... have you ever had those under the maze outline of white?..... the rushing away..... the enigmas sluicing inwardly at the giant tower beds..... the real escaping hands singing on wooden panels.... demon flower beds cross the giant tower beds crossed wires inside toasters scattering into a scoundrels hand... of night of ankles genuflection the satellites heartcore like eggs spill the stars of swollen turfs of madness... the alpha joker card full of diaries the satellites heart..... the giant tower beds.... an open mouth of lightning stretches ÝÝ in a reflex of eyes under the floating clock gears.... quaking rains?.... the satellites heart..... a green gavel smashes on a half-air.... an open mouth of flower beds.... falling magical sea of apparitions dissolved in cells.... the mouth of flower beds...... the hieroglyph crying blue eyes of the doors with a top hat tugging at a gasoline of white...... the satellites heartcore like trouts from wine for the mind chomping histories talking rains.... a cradle rocking the police sirens...... this invigorations revolving off the floating ziggurat preparing shocking rains.... the ceremonial song stretches ÝÝinching flapping hay grazing...... illusion bees falling on wooden panels..... a seperate dream of night a smile that the heathens are now re-building..... flapping hello the tugging closer one last step out the odor of the doors.... ÝÝtorn back again from aerial destination and tongues..... the lights dip swinging closer one last step to the day sockets..... holy unborn the alpha joker card full of detachedness?.... quaking legs.... an open mouth of smoke clouds feeling into the lights that cross the night.....the mouth of the satellites heart..... a cradle rocking rains.... the wines of spider crystals alive in waking flesh of a flower slathered in a whistle... steps across wires..... a seperate dream expedition can lead me away a piece of white....... a seperate dream experience, ever had those under the hieroglyph crying blue tiled experience? ever touched headlightning sewn together under soviet rain?...... as of right now the hemispheres continue falling in icicles....     REMEMBER the torn scrolls magnified through dust remember the archangel of the pivot of the belltower of the insides of the gut remember the right turn when the car kneeled its legs in a jungle of fog and we spit bolts from the steel buildings like grape skin remember when the tiptoe to the rotting altar of a forgotten beach on a sonic sunday became much too much too difficult peeling our eyelids under the impression of indented paragraphs of sand and tidal waves remember that word which i can't really quite remember as right that spun my head like a frisbee over the fire escape   REMEMBRANCE voices bending of reptiles..... the inking legs........ experiences..... the illusionof diaries talking for the guise of flower beds..... the steel building.... a seperate dream of night.... a smile that word which i can't remember under the impression of the realms of reptiles.... an open mouth of lightning shocking rains... REMEMBERING voices bending of reptiles..... experiences...... experiences....... the illusion of diaries talking legs...... experiences...... a smile a word which i can't remember.... the impression of indented paragraphs of forgotten valleys abandoned and break dancing through the dust.... remember as right turned when the belltower of forgotten valleys abandoned and limbs and limbs and tidal waves... remember the insides of the illusion of diaries talking and the line of much too often ....this is the inking.... legs in a jungle of flower beds..... ...... experiences..... the realms of the love blood laughing was too much too much to handle or grasp under that word which i can't remember.... right.... that word which is the realm of the steel buildings like a frisbee over the tiptoe to the car... a jungle of fog and tidal waves... remember under the really cant quite remember... remember when that evening once upon a time was shocking the altar of the reptiles?   MEMORY i remember the breaking of glass the laughter of the turnstiles i remember once that i kneeled so hard my ankles flew away under a speck of dust hitting the clocks with a broomstick i remember wine and the vine of light suspened from the ceiling as it twisted corrosive in a break dance spanning years i remember the point when i walked and the ton of bricks fell the eucharist of the sun shrouding what was left of tattered jeans patched and glued and patched i remember   SURROUNDED AGAIN walking the lanes downing coffee like a strange new memorized code picking up what was left of looseleaf arms and spouting wheels running against a thought fountain the giant lift of the hindered eyes to the side of the building the tell all it was there the manuscript and a label shocking pink peeled at the edges of blue billboards walking back to the sight of the chalk outlines of the sky on a rain of no rain days lifting legs like the new years gigantic orb constantly dropping by to say hello in a trudge of subconscious waves like milemarkers and tiretracks up the spine surrounded again   THE ROAD TO GOOD BYE picking up moving out by night the yellow trees glistened like thighs surrounding the perimeter fence each rung with a unique name picking up the suitcase talking back at a mile-long head full of vapors the mouth constantly spitting neck ties and cologne through an emptied drainage pipe the hour could be measured along the arm and the traintracks leading back to the hi-fi building of so many years passed reliving the hand dipping memories in a cement mixer the car kicking into gear gobbling up the road good bye     THIS FAIR WALKING this dancehall releasing cafes twitching nervous cables bricks falling like time sweep birds swooping above blackened earth settled the movement of the month from the corner of an eye watching earth fall further this stance this movement of an eye twitching an eye watching trances fall further this length of days like water from above blackened earth settling the corner of the corner of the corner of an eye watching nervous window bricks falling hovering falling further wondering laughing jaws nervous tenor bricks fall further in a funhouse of forms the moment of the second bride of snow fall furthering this corridor haunted like perfume of birds swooping the lids twitching like silence birds swooping an eye watching slideshows falling further this labyrinths form the moment of the sun chewing like clockhands cocktails of neon on the corner of an eye paradise watching a hat twitch this maze tearing canals bursting like nervous scales of birds bricks from a form of plastic from forms twitching settling an eye moving blackened this horizon tango clawing above blackened movement of this sight dancing near the clock hands baritone birds birds swooping like clocks hands bricks from this collage a plumage of silhouettes and cigarettes defined vertebrae of an eye twitching encasements of tar glass mannequins fall further clock hand birds swooping a cane twitching nervous swooping parrots from this fair walking   WITH A SPINNING HEAD spinning heads dodging vehicles in immortal swing o crimson heart that strikes too fast the eternal pendulum under a system of crossing legs under the owl peering down through a forest of crystal the embrace the tugging at the limbs walking through a mirror a gallery of exploding directories heating up under the armor like slithering snakes building fire in the internal eye constantly spitting of intonations and intoxications under the violet hue of waking up on the wrong side of the bed vomiting whole cities and towns   THE ASCENSION OF A HOWLING STORM concrete eyes shattering flashlights the phantoms of crawling too long the sweep of tossing and turning the intense holographic transition the revolution of holy mops tear avenues clapping mosquito hands in format the call from the memory channels insects leaping across a retinal skyline the perpetual eye chapel fuelled the palpitation of grotesque decades of slideshow ballerinas adorned in white the eyes intern the invisible worm manifesto autumnally humming mystic blessing bubbling over flesh chalice landscapes a watt to watt electrical conversion of squid and firefly conversations in the forests of the beacon dawn mascara painted the currents of posture moving watts art and what art lips stick to the dance of the shadow the curved nature of the arm chair a guitar winds off through tattooed sunsets crawling up high on metal braces the ascension of a howling storm     UNTITLED click on the sockets back to the week the electrical ferris wheel with radio dials whispering signals atop the dashboard moving like hawks cars run paint revolving around a rusted pin in a map pay attention two more seconds and the logo riding horses over the windshield will dart across the winding wind and the horizon will lift aloft its braided cross melting down to a molten dime the glows unnaturally inside its nougat center     MECHANICAL TEETH i felt myself singled out by a prostitute with a half-shrunken eye inside a girdle of lambs rolling a cigarette of whispers between two mechanical teeth     THE HOUR OF SALIVATION the hour of salivation a mandible courting the latticework of a million miles an hour caught between two gazes playing tennis in a field of azaleas     CURIOUS TEMPOS curious tempos of civilized iron replace the servant's rib under the perception of cautions to ring the doorbell of the musical box countdown confetti snakes bursting forth alongside green stop signs     THE HOUR OF PASSION outside the dollhouse two hands clap calm to molten cymbals under the impression of a communion the jeep enters from nowhere special the hour of passion clothed in leopard skin inching near     UNTITLED i'm scared the split to come across myself in darkness as if viewing dreams held at a distance through a marble the eye of a gazelle peering back a strange sort of synthesis metal and liquor the fever of insomnia rocketing a thermometer through greenish blood thickening and fanning out across the fluctuating yard legs splitting the ground walking away surrounded by peeling postcards of unfamiliar film stars giving away to an uneven ground   BETWEEN THE ARMS OF THE BRIDGE ten steps between the arms of the bridge almost felt the concrete playing a deck of cards inside a discolored perception as large as the peephole that descends down the river over summits atop a pearl raft   SILVER RIPTIDE the silver riptide of the eye looks at an image of ridges blackening with age weeks sliding hypercomplex under the sun watching the elephants seep out from sidewalk the cracks of loopholes the air swelling with scavengers the rooftops casting a supernatural glow of high heels a rollercoaster of smoldering smooches above the framboise ringing loudly inside the channels of a sharp-eyed ear radio antennas swirling upwards through the shadows of toll booths the clouds sing minotaurs with quick messages sudden thoughts rolling out rugs once more clearly crystal turning yet another page   THE SHADOWS OF EARTHS PATINA atop the house half past midnight rose water steeples rising higher from granular weeks like walking through jukeboxes to greet the sun a limbo time warp the light shining like a morphic copper intertwined with the sidewalk shouting and ever rising bagworms slither out the scrimmaging canals the swaying of the martyrs exchanging shamans about the courtyards lemur-walking the trees talking an appearance of novas laughing genteelly about the weather over the expansive dead pans reaches of land changing heel-and-toe amongst stacks of buildings like hide-and-go-seek pressure waves shining glaciers in the shadows of earths patina   THE DANCE OF HOURS this movement of the hour of an eye looking discolored perception of grotesque decades of unfamiliar film stars giving an eye looking at a discolored perception of a million miles an hour caught between two more seconds and cigarettes an hour caught between two hands clapping posture of the violet hue of ridges blackened earth settling flashlights the constant spitting greeting the curves a nature moving loudly inside a discolored perception of a howling a thermometer this maze cuts through avenues clapping like nervous scales of squid and turning out by a prostitute with quick messages sudden the corner of a smoldering storm click on the internal pendulum under this horizon tango clawing loudly inside the corner of silhouettes defined with scavengers the sun chewing dreams held at a distance the jeep enters from sidewalk shouting the currents of birds swooping ever of intoxications and fluctuating time warps the sidewalk shouting flashlight shining   THE NEON BUTTER OF SHADOWS the logo riding directories heating and firefly conversion of high heels a retinal skyline the eternal pendulum under the arms of the eye looks at a distance of snow falling upwards through the dollhouse a half passion grotesque decades of novas large as the silence birds swoop like slithering canals bursting upwards lemur-walking the expansive dead pans reaches of loopholes the fever rising bubbling upwards off through a tattooed flashlight shining hovering the horizon clawing laughing glaciers inside the tugging vehicles over the bridge almost felt the limbs walking revolutions to greet the clockhand cocktails of lambs rolling in further ascension clothed in leopard skin inching nervous swooping a supernatural humming