untitled, image by Michael Mc Aloran,
acrylic on
unprimed canvas, 102 x 155 cm.
4 prose poetics
…it ends
as it does not wish to have ever had/ commences then out or not what matter/
dries eyed spurious metals a vibrant bloody welt asking of some none till
follow long shadow fallen/ it says yet lacks all sound/ rent flesh in scum
divisive edge guttered night abort of fragrant none of it about/ or else what
else not a trace to be seem/ seen/ strips bare nothing no no matter if/ in-lacerate
of/ dried blood nothing drag of irrepent a drag of spinal affluence some solace
climb to dream of exigent given to taste/ what wind/ make it nothing less than
brutal/ not/ scarce rot/ drag of lights permeating skin in a drift pierce as
one locks baited silence hovering in within not taken for less or more taste of
saturate attrition/ lock in/ vibrating what stone said yes/ eye abacus/ brute
flesh carving out into endless night what matter/ absence of/ strips shut down/
collision purpose scattered remnants nothing of/ till bite what ask/ prayers
from depth departed sunk dead sudden/ collapse unto thine ashes/ a lung/
fibrous oxidate climbing transparent space elective drain what stun lack trace
abortive none of lack displaced exile/ in seek sun lights broken valves of
having sought through laughter long given to expire/ skeletal/ traceless of eye
what matter closed fingers fist shattered glass impenetrable sudden reject of/
biting down upon bared knuckles echo-echo senseless acclimatized/ bedamned/ there
has been/ nothing crimson pace effortless alongside till vacant light marks accord
what spasm senseless sense/ trace of non-percept/ glimmer-deep/ in deep/ what
well of liquid night of endless blood/ in-dream spits shards of glass into/
fissure semblant what/ it asks what spun till colourless demise/ as if to say
in murmur desert hyenic minced no solace it/ cold close till return of laughter
from some black origin unfounded/ lapse climb reductive/ speaks of dead cold
harrow priceless/ aches just a/ not one/ forgotten dream pageant nothing no it
closure/ as if to say that in/ closure fist not a mark to remain/ settles to
fall/ peels away skinned lights broken aspirate not a trace of/ broke stone
laugh there is/ expels breath as of shit bile vomit no breath for tomorrow/ (I/
eye laughterling)/ conjoined silences/ devouring words what frenzy to become…
…lungs
outstretched some bitter barb a stripped eye basking in sun lights/ alone is to
best respite taken from onset’s winds/ nothing that cannot be outstretched
wings till die what once/ ragged jaw out of some out-pulse regardless fathom
never spoken till clad stone break reflect cascade/ it-eye-what no more till
barricade stripped bare in spurious silences/ spat out some final tongue into dissipating
gait left trace of not a nor of in if no matter nothing says finalize it/
night’s fissure scarlet taste a diseased sky endless to touch beyond/ working
bone against bone as if to say that nothing left demarcated stripped of
tangents dry ice colours blending with tears given to unto some effortless
demise/ it or other/ it what/ nothing more/ having burned all winds/ these
burning winds deduced bone from out of faculty headless desire a given trace of
some beyond forget it/ as one passes through another nothing there as if to/
broke stone fingers trace benign absence a dissipating smoke/ as if to/ having
been no not for wastage not a/ clamour of dead light stripping the carcass of
final tears lap them up for/ saken/ for no not a trace of there it all lies in
pit tryst skull-depth snap-snap it is a lie/ mercury eyelids covering
sight(less)/ here what collide what spun hilt dread laughter long as hollow/
not a/ strips violent teeth a mockery of being nothing beckoning in nothing’s
claim/ it-spun/ eyes roll back in opiate lights/ not a trace of sky when sky is
mind alone yet not a trace/ spoken of yet better departures given when lock is
steel what driven else forget/ it is I-lie/ distances flung out into foreign
realms/ no trace to touch/ what of/ none of it throughout/ a downward spiral
staircase of diseased longing smeared with bloody excrement/ reek/ no end in
sight taken from above/ no light by which to guide/ atrophic words cascading
from fleshed devourment/ nowhere left some nothing left to run aground/ where
vocal chalice mocked by nothing claims what dim I-lack/ sunk white/ lights out…
…ever
of still-chase broke-spun lack until of measure/ gifting of eye what purpose
flesh a wrang of meat a colossus breath still-born edges/ as of/
forget-me-knots shackled nonchalant skull deep what water winter water’s edge/
steps to blood measurement distance haven cleft one singular purpose not a/ it
still distillation breaking forth relapse of climb none from out of which to
parry disclosed all night disclosed/ crack what stone effigies detritus wastage
of bone steel laughter prevaricate/ fucked frozen eye reclaimed stillness from
which to escapade writ in lines cast by a windless full of blood/ it I-lie
never once of trace desire nothing captured given unto causality driven terse/
etc./ eye-lack sudden to expire given of reject of purpose nothing left to
trace where nothing was or if abounding/ ragged then in terse closed doorway in
or out of/ nothing ventured nothing eye alone roving in said dark what dark/
blind arc ice to follow on from given unto gesture/ dead all what some circus
apathy/ dressage what will some stench of sickness given from retreat/ onward
no/ flails off lack of purpose of desire/ it we fallen/ drag/ yes another drag another
bone/ another broke stone nothing amber-lighted/ shadows shed across echoing
out no nothing into which given to having forgotten from the outset of what if
or/ dead we along/ scattered what longing gild of appetite an outstretched
palm/ scum pageantry/ isolate in terse/ with we what if collective no nothing
to obtruse skin of toothen walls no sense for tomorrow/ it is/ what is/ out of
or other than/ dense die what collapse in cracked eye promise/ I-cannot/ what
is of or in not a trace given to lack in dream sarcophagus collapse/ expired
endless/ given to/ accord/ what sense then under-sensed beneath/ callous
under-climate parasite/ blood-shot in bite of recollect/ deduced from bones
what given traces/ it of/ what of/ not a/ in-dreaming posit of some lack what
given violence/ aspen/ cold bait that once/ twice/ thrice/ echo-dim falling to
earthen what spine no solace never to/ return…
…cease
lest less fathom of/ in eye’s disclosure given to fathom no not an instance/ so
seeks the glad tide flowing blood-like roomed and yet leaving no trace of
tomorrow’s pageant/ still yet/ given to from promise spectral/ broke stone dim
clad what from given taste fallen ocular forgive it cannot forgive/ lung all
hours of the sun’s diameter unshod/ bones raking up the dead leaves/ we solace
climb what of it nowhere left yet never hanging in visceral of oak-bound lack/ what
is known and unknowable/ traceless again as if to passage not a/ spoken of less/
broiling in the waters of/ flightless soundless waste/ arcing spectrally as if
to utter no nothing forage no/ alone/ eye spit loggerheaded cracking the
skyline/ this what once/ whatever if none speech what be in drought’s abandon/ rooms
gouged out carcasses/ some rot/ steel perhaps unburnished/ none from which to
gather these bankrupt hours/ ever breathless ever faltering in shadowings/ given
to be unspeaking rhetoric/ I-lung/ as once was/ lightless/ darkles/ an empty
falter given to expire/ all doors slamming shut all forget-me-nots/ scattered
shrapnel/ and the empty disclosure of final unknown/ in rat din air’s collision
splice of some unmade mark what have you/ excised by colour me this/ haven of
the unsensed dispersal blind-white ocular roving in utter nothing left
unto/stretched from catascope one foot then the utterance onward claiming
back-shadow allwhile dense acclimatized bleeding out/ as if to echo/ not a/ if
then of of splendor thankless to reclaim where none is the given pulse and X.
is the shadow’s teeth grazing upon time’s useless pummeling/ thankless from
outset’s climate/ churn of dead space how the laughter died/ yet still yet/ as
of yet/ not a trace/not a hope/ not a fucking chance from the outset/
glimmering yes yet what of it some wreckage solace prism head devoured in
moon-struck light/ sheets as of crumpled swans cast unto evacuated rooms/ not a trace of desire/ blood stains/ not a…
—Michael Mc Aloran
Michael Mc Aloran was Belfast born,
(1976). He grew up in Co. Clare. He is the author of a number of collections of
poetry, prose poetry, poetic aphorisms and prose, most notably Attributes, (Desperanto, NY, 2011), The Non Herein & Of Dead Silences (Lapwing Publications,
2011/ 2013), Of the Nothing Of, The Zero
Eye, The Bled Sun, In Damage Seasons, (Oneiros Books (U.K)--2013/ 14); Code #4 Texts, a collaboration with the
Dutch poet, Aad de Gids, was also published in 2014 by Oneiros. He was also the
editor/ creator of the Bone Orchard Poetry zine, & edited for Oneiros Books
(U.K 2013/ 2014). A further collection, Un-Sight/
Un-Sound (delirium X.), was published by gnOme books (NY, 2014); and EchoNone & Of Dissipating Traces
were also released 2015 by Oneiros Books. breath(en)
flux, a chapbook, was released in 2016 by Hesterglock Press. Black Editions
Press also published in absentia & In
Arena Night in 2016.
