Untitled,
image by Michael Mc Aloran (oil on canvas 2012, 122 x 155cm)
(i)
traceless...
vapour tones...
unsung devour...
cut cold of bitter lights outstretched...
endless laughter of echoing out the wilted blood as if
to...
traces/absent flesh...
all spoken for/asked of/reduced to stammering in neon
exigent...
vellum cast accorded flung to (the) dogs of speech...
neither of (the) lapse nor the figurative echoing in
tremor...
colour-clad of (the) redeem-lack lost to shadow-play
abounding...
knotted meat of carcass breath...
fingers caress the body broken valves of feel
longshadowfall...
outreaching fingers severed cold climate of unspoken...
from out of which till lapse dissolve/what will...
(“the skinned animal crosses the street across”)
utterance/utterance...
till severed once again/ blood’s lack to blindly
flow...
(ii)
delirium erupts in a vice of breathe cold trace...
tone deaf (the) vapours shadowy nocturne spitting out
(the) pips
of it/the terse null unto...
endeavour ice restorative bleed (the) excrement dredged...
fallen unto/beyond which...
hands absent then...
colours dead tidal collectively unspoken also...
within (the) wound dwells another and yet another
wound and
yet once more unto...(etc.)
herein/then...
not a trace of the commence of (the) blacklight
frenzy...
searches for promise a wastage of bones calling forth
the
absenteeism of...
blood’s rhetoric...
all sung unsaid rolling over in (the) milk teeth ash of...
shine a light/as if to cancel the night were merely an
abort of...
(iv)
what will what blood given to dressage...
confetti despair of the laughterlong cold trace
spilling out upon...
the rotting emblems of burnt traces...
fallen into...
measured by...
all said...
traceless the unknowing calling out from naught unto
no-thing...
crucible fashioning (the) lights for tomorrow’s asking
of...
broken bloodied nullity the shearing teeth (the) bled
unspoken...
(“it/we/what...”)
cataract of claims spilled upon through non-speech
speech
absenteeism...
as if to...
spinal warp as if to say that it were prominent...
alack/alack/a-laughter long what of it the fuck that
it matters...
dead dredge what of...
garrotte/no trace for the fury of sleep throughout...
(“it is a lie”...)
silenced/then/and obsolete...
(v)
shadow of...
meat trinkets of...
cold shadow solace tread what spill of light-blood
welt across
foreign skin...
descent into from nowhere bound...
a noose dangles in the air a spine snapped...
vortice-blind and (the) calling one home of candied
corpses...
breath of shit...
(the) skeletal peak a solace of unknown orchids...
denuded bone...
flesh torn from sunderance what blood to revisit...
axen heart...
nullity of the speech bled dry where winter fathom
closes upon
solace ever unto/collapse eye-dies...
echo-chamber...
(as if to say)...
these bloodied hands to touch/it says/more or less...
whispers caressing the body vacant...
(vi)
kaleidoscopic pulse...
a broke(n) ceremony...
waste ground...
ashen blood of...
enters from outro out of speech derailed by...
oxidate shadowings given to astringent...
cold shale of the...
bodily the body degorged of sound...
breath to lay down as so much what as if to
echo-trace...
lapse then of/collapse then what it was as if to...
asking of it the door slams shut...(echoes)...
cannot what...
given unto bleed
in a sarcophagus of tears...
all sense denounced...
broke stone colourings a shiv glints in the endless
night as if to...
unknown yet what...
some violent silence sharpening its teeth upon bloody
bones...
(vii)
(“until, it is said”)...
(the blood coming to the fore and there is nothing...)
spiral affluence...
it-lung forgotten ever...
trace what will...
lock-jaw and the permeating as of it/of...
meat to taste in (the) glimmer-eye unspoken of blind
trace...
a catascope’s desire...
wilful slaughter...
unspoken/yes or no/it/yes/unspoken...
at dream’s will edge...
so slumbers the blood as oceanic it floweth unto
tilted light...
cold chase...
shadowy indent of...
nowhere to caress and/or/breath of it...
(“until, it is said”)
(the blood to the fore coming and there is nothing/
ever)
—Michael Mc Aloran
