What You When You
Bill DiMichele
all moving oil of creation
the will sand tree man woman
red & white gowns
an equal # turning
swan moon
blood blood
scarlet locust lungs
barrel hints collide apart
night midnight day night
change color jellyfish
remove the brains & fruit
what happened to the wave
that fire was
the body of holy water
the mystery of boundaries
rain my swell
bleed a mirror like liquid
the father blessed him
the water turned cold from his throat
in the ideas of dying
she opened the closet
to their stomach
see is sight
of these lower regions
all in the body smaller yet to bite
touch in the realm
iridescent gold june
purity clarity dignity humility
starfish under black clouds
the width of the nitrous
her eyes so she looks
rise inferno
vase of his thrusts
aching the eternal exits
in his father’s palace
there are no stairs
nobody even talks
overcast her to the grave
rain carried transfixed
splendor of hues
flesh to everything
from seaweed to violets
in the fresh blood they were burning
nightingale slipper where heaven
the word in existence
the twisted animal mites with desire
cattlecars of humans
its crown renamed
quickly into wooden floors
all the bells make a violation
shower all during the night
do you do if you
ghosts believe they still
what they should do
wine water that neither tastes nor kills
when we’re deep asleep
necklace and teeth
bugs from death or below
keep their skins
at last over his head
bourbon
glues the eyelids
and even conceals god
to build a sanctuary
& dream of being
venus hashish charm
silver wallpaper and meteor showers
poppies earth meet
ocean shall rise
3 bodies, 4 visits
the past took up
cylinders cones shaved spheres
being so separate
rum & a promise
to the house of perfumes
sleep easy
and glimmering
on earth on other side
between them and the many
where angels pose
because they possess
then they should find all
because its closeness
produced by musical notes
merely small holes
and you’ll miss it
that she should be holding the button
on top a rock forehead
light color fade how long
thunder been men
his wife floating as any cathedral
through this child of some prince or another
1st voiced desire in harmonies
pavilion of a princess
in snow the beauty of water between her toes
this had always been
in the pouring haunting
chewing
down the time
his them faces full of river
while she rests
unseen & vast in a changeless day
cobblestones remembered
summer solstice banned
or burned
passion reached
dark remind us
she must have a crowd
isn’t cleans oceans
it & stores it
lifting their voices
shooting out thin arms
soaking wet sandstone
gravity extreme
cauldron
is the boldest lies
hold him fast
multitude of shortcoming
through all the veins self
malevolent religions
he spoke no word
he stopped on the corner
to imagine it
to nerve the emergency room
bottles all empty at the top of the steps
our spirit are free
since the earth hymn
between angels and animals
that penetrate the body of a maple leaf
and limbs with the first warmth
each day of life
sunshine down to the ground
pitched in a shadow
who the kingdom of spirits
whispers through the 4 horses
on the empty shore
he kept thinks white shell
the war was over on the radio
even though they were dead
she was still looking
to kiss his barking cheek
3 devout points around the neck
a whole word falling
and bread makes bone
ponds fill with duck
during the music she said he loved
the home is not yet and open an open jewel
5 distance & measure ends shame potions
balconies that run and women
inherited each place
up or down of the corridor
smash a window, lay back staring
and begin to wonder
about this beautiful man
pack them in jars still high
how the stories end
ignite him show his face
mouth gums & tongue
rubs his cheeks
the serpent the pitch pits
are fallen air
going to bite him
separated by simple physics
from the other side
close your eyes and takes a swallow
everything down larger than the world
and he thinks you already pours himself
to return his eye to bite his nail
so he stares at it
lie on his back the wind has started
pigeon signals
black cat and dead from birth
you’ve got to come from all over
down the spine
strange feelings looks when we die
and fed the dogs
the wise one woke the drunkard
grey like the cinema
put his soul in a vault
yellow teeth plumbing
in the unholy grounds
kneeling statue vanished
in the privacy of the dead
genuine discomfort & dance routines
counting up the fog
big to small hand in hand
smoldering closer
in the secret walls
leave the body shattered
we’re chosen
the parking lot happened in fragments again again
nothing is moving
sun is flooding
dress quickly find cover
in the uppermost level
& from any direction
birds love to perch in meaningless
her mind opened
was like a bouquet
taste the river
thick carpet
stems changing throughout space
the power that rises
is in the lotus
voice hanging low
were the questions
cigarette onion and eggs temple doors
random bits of naked girls
we’ve never seen real
the cost around her rhythm
singing she both over repeated over
the woman, the deceased
touched his shoulder
to add fury by the scent
even among the cardinals
a bonfire from her pores
as she was ruin
hell’s birth beard
floating in the toilet, world smoking
death is certain beside the wall
when he awoke
placing his feet stuck in the ground
passing
beyond life entrance
they all ran snake red
deaf since birth
to transfiguration
to have him for supper
from tragedy to comedy
unthinkable dusk on our dawn
other black urges people
cosmic plasma
cleared their throat of incense
goat under the fig tree
coiled cinnamon 11
spreads the faint odor of yellow
should strings fail
all the street lamps sigh
curtains fluttered
noises ceased to curl up
there are 10 organs
usually 2 clean
churning butter made of the dead
catch a cold
of then or them behind
the whole of his inner life
pulled by a pair of tongs
a branch here
shut during the night
and we are busy
winter above the sky
often starts to appear
free of symphonies
that fixed the stars
one tone tar
skin patch of rye bread
keeping oxidation
& anti depressants
mushrooms lithium adrenaline brown rice
they saw it collapse
by color by sucking
the planets move
motionless
came the earth
in nose tail & towels
of uneasiness
now you get close 13 months later
pockmarks meteor overgrown wallpaper peeling
on the scalp that god created
that the snake strikes
2 to 3 cups chemicals
space is dismissed in central fire
which is itself a # candy fallen to
next to a clock
witch wrinkles around is on throne
& it may be too late
smaller head & clinical smoke 7 stars
vessels & limb buttons
journey from earth to heaven
but it was never enough
deadly scorpions & half horse
contained in the human body
lie on the knees of the virgin mary
sitting kneeling squatting
mosquito stained glass window
your lungs sweeter
luminous voices murmuring
on the waters edge
if the cold breathe
the lips moist body else
restless parallels
of electrical & flight red speech
the way the sun rattles
in the house next door
he has no other poison
come here stand love steady & long
pillars between bites
plowed field grown cold suffering
close to singing & wailing
the restless masses came to an end
chestnut branches
decorated crying out
grapes
against the sky bringing
heroin and all the world
who tells him with stories
like what dead means
to a sweet feathering
blessed mother
how could it be that open, that cold
the ice beneath
and squints many many
old people and maids
i saw this morning you lock
the mind open
there really is no time
in the center of things, of rooms
on behalf of man
the appearance of copper
she was crying she was
trade them for nirvana
find the key in fragments
you know that
a song trails off
her lips pressed then laughing again
a # of other parasites
to catch every last trace
& wish out onto the snow
is there anybody into ecstacies
out of the night
to a black smudge
there are names meaningless
clamouring for answers
unearthed legs between groin
knees beginning
in each buttonhole who is doing all the killing
genuine discomfort what
claimed to be born at the right time
father to heaven
the teacher sleepwalking sleep
for him to remain while he ceased
sex and same sex is unusually about equal
to wear his noble face
hidden by a veil
he spoke little
on the bridges, unprotected face and shoulders
between moving death
a brief moment of calm
that you can hold
not only the light of glass
disorder was closed to them
perpetually close to phantoms
radiance revealed every day
like a blue stream
2 triangles fishhook
falling stars frozen
soaking wet lavish gardens come
3 doctors & the family dog
viscious contest of private demons
thumb splendor
crucifix is man
he flinches washes & wipes
small stones prescriptions
ambergris all along the body
it rained so hard there is no noon
gone around & around
was faith into a deathbed falling
into intended hardened smell of urine
unborn yellow length
for 14 years stir the the lord
map & compass & wooden stick
imaginary monologue
greater beauty of the unseen
cheap earth colors
in the early
in the baby
puppet strings scarecrows that
sweat hard up hard atoned
summoning
on his final leap
a carpenter on most sundays
folds her hand
pied piper gestures
for a breath lips
return mesmerized to the wind
she’s not psychic, awake or asleep
between them and the morning
to wait until death
uncomfortable
to those of us still on earth
it’s the last unclouded others
our bodies give out, return not
the house lights rubbed her eyes
hands shaking where the land ends
brush your teeth in hurts
out in the hall remind you she
and they wished and she cursed
never seem real, she looked after
down his body whistled
at the hands voice
song like a cuckoo
or all that earth
unremarkable flickers
and hail
his wrath and amusement
filled the lamp
lifted her up
earth & and the stone
grey, trying terrified and wondering
a doorknob to the sea
anyone who disliked her locket
was repeated over the moment you arrived
champagne w/ a emperor
children suffer and hate one another
what would happen
will not seek to death
the collision of busy signals
the sea is much slower
eyeballs demand that you keep
ants and termites
color they grew
hear looking
a knife in the throat
nods & doesn’t smile now get close
the abyss closes to her soul
a bottle of wine cradled in her neck
think about this for a minute
then answer the phone
broken arches, dust, smoke
health and beauty flowing once more
ladies dressed in moonlight
eyes watering
silver & rust
in cycles her tongue wrist
rising, sometime rich and dense
up the last decade of leaves, vapors & river mist
he gave his mornings unrepentant
so some anxious golden
archbishop can come out of it
just before he dies
11 years since a dog was barking
thread weaves not long arching
they all visit to take poison
of absence him over the sea
cracked the bell tower
near the town of pastries
distant cockroaches
boasted silver and sulpher
greater beauty in the unseen
burgundy
the passion of the lower
followed by coal
human sinfulness
bless weddings
& i hand birth
devil teeth spoon
and foaming lamb
bracelet from distant hair
by the top of the scalp decay
smoke bright light rose red
he heard their house drinking red wine
to meet gorgeous women behind the curtain
disappear back to the carpet
spices tea gin & tonic
couldnt recall a moment, a damn what
waste of voices
ladies gloves
contained no money
continued to leap
halo around with lantern
the rock mysterio, asteroids of wisdom
dark cliff face, crawlspace
my chest, working earth
smell taste coughing
until every last shade
immortality
under the garment
to be a real number
to flow upon the world
how long thunder in men
loved speaks intoxicated
the afterlife gives him a headache
pantomime created the sky
but joyous
playmates, men to women
known for its child across oxygen
noises thrown in here
back to the causes of tides
dared to be
with all the planets
you promised
jackets & shirts & over in her circle under
he tells knotted, limited
the only difference
standing behind his shoulder
20 ripples in his hand
lightning away, away
willow window reaches
put his fingers of dirt
could hear no to the night
his eyebrows were empty
only messages meaningless & wide
called gas
at low tide twilight made dancers
serenades sonatas a lisp or a stutter
a simple pleasure of melody
cascading
a coin that can answer
spearmint taste at afternoon
pillow under summer’s hand
good & fair
twinkling isn’t a shade of yellow
leap brief & brilliant
become a part of the heroine
in the white chemise
2 lifetime of gulls
the missing awaken
down their throat
kiss open window dark
firefly gases in flux
unlike a church choir
no mouth to say
would pass bloodless
restless names
sees 2 fingers upon the eternal
cheap earth colors
all along the wire
humans ever arrive
become blurred & decay
ascension stars
for fallen
from earring
flowering winter
black lion’s head
bodies along the riverbank
undead to see 3 of 4
witchcraft bite tamarind skeleton
when i raise my head there is no roof
rains down from the sky
frost and spiderwebs
in a robin’s nest
worms continue to exist
small like ambrosia
pebble
lily
brick frown cushion plague
nail of the wind
frogs shallow water crystal world
the box in the garden
violet path of a fly
winter has passed
who did not live
liquid goes in hope
minute and hour hand
clothes more salt flavor
a breathing mummy guide
if insects are not
womb rose again
turning the dance dying above ground
when she said these words
ginger cherries pears
alchemy pulling daylight
and adored the white cloud
Bill DiMichele attended Bucknell University earning a degree in Fine Arts. His work runs the gamut from abstract painting to realistic sketching, from graffiti to sculpture, from collage to poetry. He was coeditor of Score and is currently editing Tip of the Knife. His work has appeared in innumerable print and online magazines and has been published by Xexoxial Editions, Runaway Spoon Press, Malthus Press and Tonerworks.
