an oncoming train
sister special sister
threadbare summer dress
keens sighs fits of laughter
eyes riots of tangles
the women down
to where they shed their skins
the object passed
the die was cast
the truth unmasked
held between one and another
one moment luminous in moonlight
the next in front of an oncoming train
sister my sister
in that moment you sang so loud we all could hear
everyone's favorite disguise
nelson's wearing everyone's favorite disguise
he's shinier than the stars we can no longer find
he's a satellite sent aloft without a plan
asleep inside a big canoe
kate just now in the city
never seen anything like this before
"take as much as you need...
don't take too much...
it might be pure..."
andy purses like a lizard
replays his favorite 45
diddles another cool black jesus
the news sites say it's madness
that everything is scattered
that the world has never seen anything like this before
who knows there is a time for everything
big jazz drummer
nelson kate andy and we
step in time
elephant centipede feet hit the floor
stand on one leg don't deviate
higher pheromatics of the mind
we know they're screwed down in damascus
in chicago we've seen lepers shed their disguise
fiddle with the treble
fiddle with the bass
so the children sing
"yeah yeah yeah"
she painted a bloody arrow to the stars
she painted a bloody arrow to the stars
so that we might see them
she drew an arrow in the sand
an arrow made of blood
she pulled an egg out of the earth
the warm earth between her legs
she buried the egg in the air
she danced into the sky
nodding off in the concert hall
the aliens got the best of her
at the top of the stairs
she froze me there
froze me with her eyes
i thought i'd die
wrap your troubles in dreams
a balm. a salve. a miracle elixir.
a drop on the tip of the tongue.
trace the play of the blue day.
live inside that single thought.
a miracle. a balm. a savage elixir.
pushpins into the slow blue sky.
and you thought this would help you trace the play of days?
"do you dream in color?" eyes ask.
i could write the book of eyes.
part one- the eyelids: rise, fall, feint.
riots of silent idioting.
garish colors splashed across a wall.
a mural by the damned.
pussy pastiche whips a henchman's daughter while i
i and my marigolds lilt on by.
woke up underdressed in a sunflower field
mona lisa tramp stamp on my forearm
grit between my teeth
smarty dust in the air
it felt like christmas
until it didn't
bring us your nervous flowers
your tectonic handshakes
we'd like to shine a light
mirror no mirror
you look divine
in coats made of fur
your cities await by the sea
you grew up and long in their streets
ancient city where you lived
alive with birds
rorschachs alighting from trees
framed against an orange sky
their songs your mantra
now grown old still
you never forgot
in all songs, a place for mexican trumpets
love grows on trees
courdoroy has something to say
bats collect in bethlehem
haitian thought police have no jurisdiction here
our haircuts go on joyrides
but never tell us where
trace the source, hobo dan
"don't worry, i've been velvet proofed"
lean into it, billingsly
if you're on the periphery
we've a place for you
and so it came to pass
we built our own shrines to zeros and ones
these voluntary second skins
changing rooms for changelings
locker rooms for specters
powder rooms for tricksters
devils steal babies and leave stones behind
trolls take children for fun
inside the forest, the bloodletting begins
an ice cream social for the damned
you're the guest of honor
a tea party for the honeymoon killers
we've a seat set aside for you
a bowling league for the soulless
and you're invited
a factory for the senseless
you'll be the foreman
pull a card from the pile.
dance like truman capote.
neckties and martinis.
who writes his novel from the backseat of a two-tire ford?
mass romantics leap into polluted city rivers.
and so it goes!
native american mainframes.
gilly and wiggles fried the autodoc.
veronex cyper blacks the sky.
glass cities reflect twin bright suns.
baby flamehead, don't you know?
they say vid feeds steal one's soul.
fell in love with a wisp of a girl
out past the treatment plant
where rivers carry pollution into the estuary
summer came and went
we asleep in the sun
suicide notes no suicides
barking slot machines
blinking dogs chains unchained
baby's nightmares set to henry mancini scores
cry baby, cry!
aloft on stickery fins
coke machines. unanswered questions
shrugged. maybe my death my answer?
cry baby, cry!
you dreamt you were a grim fandango
you dreamt you were a meter maid
you dreamt you were a shadow
you dreamt you were a carnival
you dreamt you were a cranky robot
you dreamt you were a portrait in silk
you dreamt you were a star of hairs
you dreamt you were a bank heist
you dreamt you were cracked asphalt
you dreamt you were a sailor's wedding
you dreamt you were a gunshot
you dreamt you were a pencil factory
you dreamt you were a fender bass
you dreamt you were a game show
you dreamt you were an x
you dreamt you were a zoot suit
you dreamt you were a wasted afternoon
you dreamt you were a tree-lined street
you dreamt you were a cowboy's fugue state
you dreamt you were a fistfight in zero g
you dreamt you were a color
you dreamt you were a religion
you dreamt you were an unnamed comet
you dreamt you were a cartoon shut-in
you dreamt you were a dashboard figurine
you dreamt you were actionable intelligence
you dreamt you were someone's nostalgia
you dreamt you were a paper route
you dreamt you were a bashful junkyard dog
you dreamt you were a waitress on a smoke break
you dreamt you were a mexicali commando
you dreamt you were an unbroken wedding vow
you dreamt you were a helicopter's shadow moving across someone else's lawn
you dreamt you were that space wherein contradictions live
you dreamt you were a photo on a divorcee's houseboat
you dreamt you were a plastic saint inside a vending machine
you dreamt you were a dream's dream
you dreamt you were a mad heiress
you're the invention you know best
the future lurches in fitful stops
the future belongs to non-binary mulattoes with angel-poise lamps
riding with mary (after x)
9:50pm on the dashboard in her car
rides a sweet powerless figurine
10:10pm new treadmarks scar the road
fast ballet of brutal metals
casually handed me the crash photos
she and he splayed, intertwined
last embrace of fall-apart bodies
created with skill
our skin is full of wisdom
what the radio does!
birds slowly growing
fox in the night
married to the fog
you'd do well to follow her
your one good headlight
when i am gone my vibrations will live on
night vibrations on the roof
my colors growl on the roof!
10,000 volts shot through my chest
guts spill steam and secrets
my face fixed that silly rictus grin
that next year she bought a new stomach
a liver made in detroit
our faces went dirty and grey
in the midst of time
i did for she
she did for mine