Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Recent Poems from a new project, 'Untitled'...

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ache unto/
                    bled

(dry cough in a barren white roomscape)

a black turning
           of lungs lashed from the caress of

night’s sheer
       bone heart(less)

liquid flowers of decimated shit
                 I/ eye of vortices

meat to caress to turn from lack or longing
    (blank-ed the eye…)

subtle as a snapped neck’s whispering
    (heave-ho)

drag/drag/drag alone
                  of the bitten blood

semblance of dry light
                          and the smoke of

   (pyre unto absence/
                                          of…)



--

welt/ breath of silent winds
stun/
       else

till mark/spun/exigent
    of the ruin rush ash and the wilting blood

asked of
spasm lock till claimed

(image of a sky’s black longing set to light)

kicking dust from sunk eye till break of none
spun aloud/
                naught

silenced lest the petals birth the rot of hours
    stitched colourings

ruin of
as if there never was

scattered remnants of what/
                     or else/if /ever/…



--

raw ash

a bone’s closed tongue
till eye of/
                   distanced

locked sharp till hang-ed colourings
      broke/spun

I upon
          (once more)

the flight from which unto the none
dressage of night

and the bound blight wind claiming the less and less
   till/
         (lest there be)…

atrophy of the hand that gives
   traces across

fleshed

I-spun/
              laughterling of silence

the hung light
oceanic as of breath’s escape

      ( I dreamed the…)


 


--

sheet white

hollowed drowning of spun till lack
         (a-breath)

divorced the skyline’s I
of the settled distance

                     the upturned eye’s devoid

a graze of endings murmurings
and the absent blood

a landscape obese with night

  (I/or if
as it lathes

             empties)

blossoms of rip till knocking upon/
                                          echoing of/

        silenced

a foreign gaze    fettered
stripped of all but the sky’s barren

parameters




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scattered/
              hollow

flourish of a skyline’s searing/
                                emptily

          (un-trace…)

beacon of none come to claim the I-unknown
     blackened fingers trace/

                         (yet…)

clamour for the tongue to lay its exigent claim

eye-shattered/
                      sun’s abortive

fragments/
            absurd walls broken
           
                naught for the asking of
given for the less or else

these bone(ish) cries from out of which until unclaimed

   (alack/ whispers/
                    the shale’s wind chimes…)

zero point
 

the retraced wind
    blood clot of nowhere else through which

the drag of the flesh of the I-eradicated
splendour of the

                irredeemable tide/of




--

sting-havoc of
           
            subtle embers/
                       embers

till utter dark
a coiled spring doused as a butcher’s blade

      I-spun
in-dreaming else

carcass/ ashen
welts of sun light of the scuttling asked of

subtle as
no nothing no not ever

I/eye

collapse of
the flesh the bled ice of subtle laughter

fierce/density of the rind
                  masked till emptiness

a skeletal shimmering in the dawn’s pale birth
    silence(d)

and the dead light’s knowing
long shadow of the final edge

garrotting
      out the skyline…


 

--

steel’s theft
   to trace across silent flesh

as of funeral/
        the tide’s blind suffocating lie

the beckoning outstretched cascade of
till fathomless

black waters
the flesh aborts the glimmer of I/eye’s reflect

as if unto sunken

funereal/
                   drought/
     abandon

the air clefts the inhalations of toothsome wastage
   (retrace the bones gathered along the way)

char/
         blackened out from out of speechless

a shutter-snap
a scream slashed out in the emptiness

a callused hand of supplication unto final

as if unto birth(ed)
the jagged nothing/…of




--

whittled bone

(echo of
      till splice be done/
 extraction of…)

the light streaks the fallen body bare
till emptied/
                  foreign

no nothing not a trace till nocturne echoing the cornered
            shadowing

I-vice(d)
bled from out of a syringe of silences

   as the tolling masks the absence of all else
a sugary dissipation

   (sing high/sing low/sing tra-la-la)

callous as…

broken by…

knotted fingers forming foreign prayers
in a night of lies

I-spitting
upon the carcass wound’s benign




--

seal the wound

a trace/of dead scars
                          whispering

a pledge unto dusted dreams scattered as of
     children’s laughter

where the break-neck/
                                  ( none)

spat from bloody trace
from the eye’s assassin climate

dreaming lest the eye forgotten/(asked of)

the coldness of I (unsaid/
                                     never yet claimed)

                       the bone ravage
the shrapnel cast aside in mortal winds

rotting nowhere
echoing in chime of empty light’s obscene

blackened

knotted as the pulse
                      of the begun




--

confetti wings

(I a-dreaming)

dank air to follow in from out of spurious/
                                    oblivious/
        emptiness

libretto of pulse meat breath of skulk
the skull cracked as a black egg streaming silver lights

I hear the glass
there is birth of tongue and the sung stead of foreign

the fingers wilt to steam
yet still to knock upon

surfaces from which from out of which
I (in-dreaming)

and now forgotten songs
I bury my breath in the axe of wind’s flight

a child’s bones fall from my weight

       (‘I’ was never else)



--

ripe with pregnant graven
       breathing

the toll of no/
        not ever less than/

of the benign

culled the dead echoing out of fractal sleep
    said
(-none-) once again

emptily the eye peeling in
artificial
                       lights

           spoken less than ever

the shutter’s claim
            and the drag of
    absent light

cadaverlings of children’s murmurings

I/eye of the foreign asking
         deadened fingers

      till breath

finally do us depart(ed)

 


--

till glare/
  held to ash/ till skull

skeletal trees of the left behind
    and the flesh of
                         seasons

blaring

            biting the stumped lung’s
      chambers

blistered the air strips the pealing naught

(some solace
           twisting in the eye’s silence)

heavier
    heavier in the I/ eye

from out of which
the dead hammering never ceases to revolt

suffering as of abattoir’s
       caress

where nothing is/final/all


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