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
