ALONE

rusty swing
bird creak
thunder coughs
from a cavern
a raven sets its
siren precedence
at the half grown
over intersection
of two paths
I sit on a buttress
of stone

WILDWORK

folding out into the black
that breathes open moth wings

drop into the jaws closing endlessly
on a tree standing still in twilight

whose shadow is thrown from a tooth,
a diagram of a hangman's stand

along the blurring and dimming light
silent gray creatures slip in unnoticed

from the transit system of shadows

PLASM

I want to throw my voice
through the sky's throat
pierce my gaze through the
pupil's moon pinch the skin off
the earth's crust and taste
the blood of the land,

I want to hurl my name
up where the rain is made
hook my talons in the mountain's face
pour my dreams into a cloud's palm
and smell the heat of a storm.

WAVELENGTH, PRINTOUT.

Germination reich,
corrective spike.

Chicken down,
spaghetti town.

Billboard clown,
cropdust dose.

Ribcage city,
rootcellar ghost.

Eastwood posse,
mirror cloned.

Termination hunter,
Saviour-drone.

General Sanders,
polished brass.

President Sheen,
world class.

IN THE ROAD

A distillate jam,
corporate scam,
head cram,
automatic
camera-scan.

Recording wire,
corporation's
cold fire, pressed
attire, a witness

for the firing doll,
a pincushion
prosecution,
trial beneath
the tire.

Caltrops underfoot,
troops rooting out
systemic shock in a
locked circuit loop.

Forming the peaks
of the icebergs
of power, the
crystallized tip
on a maiden ship.

The flowered voyage
of a towering toy,
a rib-caged wreckage
beached and exposed,
just out of reach
at the moment.

POEM FOUND

Beneath an overbitten sky
the wounded learn to sing.
Dismantling their prayers,
they lower themselves
into the dark.