Sunday, June 4, 2017

Michael Mc Aloran, #4, #5, #6


Untitled (102 x 155cm), image by Michael Mc Aloran



#4…

…singular count of zero count/ bones unto forage for in-dreaming next to follow breathless by design a strand of blind light a garrote/ broke jaw bone blood to wrestle stolen from desire’s chalice-tide/ shadow-ever nothing clad in pelts of skin-deep laughter echoing verandas of night’s claim upon/ sudden yes or no sudden to expire till taint white ashen stolen from gardenia effortless/ lock-stun of unknown pageantry/ a whisper/ unsaid unspeaking collapse seasons damaged nullity collapsed lung of sickness dwelling in parched throat what winds to grace the absence of/ sky not known/ here walls warp in a cast of dice syllabus a mockery of silent effigies/ zero cracking apart resonate in marrow-mind ocular roving a foreign drift till taste of razor despair given to piss upon all terrains/ dragging out/ a corpse of tide lapses ever in bound bones effortless unspeaking/ plumes of burnt blood till count singular/ Ave/ nothing taken from begun…


#5…

…eye sky with a little eye shod black bitten stung-lapse of/ in/ ever of/ collapse in-dread forage null till bone shatter bruised bloody fleshed veranda give or taken silenced/ absence of/ till colour-claim effortlessly designed desire for (the) one thing seeking vengeance tones/ lock-trace/ a caress/ sheared skull blessed a relapse nothing given nor taken it/ out-stretched wings a kiss of cold sands where no sun is birthed/ funereal tide/ dead what once/ fades out once more in paradigm of shit/ dread lock once forgotte the broken body of signature/ slashed wrists here now a sanguine trace recollects/ (in night to trust)/ onward says (the) naught/ din of cold closure a doorway dragged from listless tidal/ oxygenate of  nothing ever some lapse or another’s claim/ breeds pageantry silences working till hollow tint a painted trace/ outro/ (steps once diameter ever no motion beyond)/ peeling final from stricken blood/ice in (the) veins/ eye spied…
 

#6…

…vacuum pitch colour(less) / stone wind breaking upon fallen exigency an echoing veranda of absent wave/ devours devour/ draped in meat I-bone collective rot of singular sun +1 collapse/ nullity sunk zero in abattoir tears blind weight knocking upon excise till wind’s expire tread what once/ again/ laughter echoing through pores of parched vertigo/ again what as if unto to be a subtle in of which eye-clad salt in wound/…/ stun-spoke/…/ waxen all/ psychotic tread given to birth from ever-flowing none/ speeches trinkets things for some other absence/ cold weight of null and void seeping in where fallen tread redeems no light broken upon emptied soil/ fingers to dredge in fleshed obscurity/ walls as if there/ walls warp in (the)/ in-suffocate of no clear distance calling from what black till nowhere left to be/ blood beneath butcher’s fingernails seclusion not a trace/ breaking broken locket of final ever/ not a…  





—Michael Mc Aloran

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