Wednesday, September 18, 2013

3 Sketches from 'Untitled'--



…the breakage lingers/for as long as the bone concedes/yet gathering nothing of the split breath spanning the breathless of benign/asking of a sky bereft of anything less or more than a wing’s expanse/a dry hack in violent abandoned silences/then echo of till sudden a-wrench of spleen/an opening hand/to follow/ caresses the bone shadow until silenced/motionless/ the laughter-lung expiring from out of the flayed earth/ no hunger lest to follow on from silences escaping/a-wrenched once more unto the brief bereft/all spun/sung/silenced/what matter drifting as of ablaze through spit long shale of a deft absence/cleft the amber of the lung’s abound -no nothing- abounding/ cleft of light till words abound repeat/headless as if to ask of/seasoned then/as if to gift the night from out of the sanded dusts of hollow semblances…

…(or perhaps a fragment here or there/asking of the pitch pivot the screaming edge at the edge of which the edge of a glistening blade/to caress a spent light havoc of until occluded/fucked/forgotten/whispers of silenced less than ever was/before)…

 
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…the breakage lingers as long as the flesh is (de)parted/ fleshed abandon a blessed tide of breakage lasts as long as the bone forgets/a tryst of the redeem in wisp of bloodless letting/dry stead in a winter absence/amber of the lung’s abound/repeat till silenced motion splayed once more an open hand of spleen of the lung’s abound…for the nothing of the unforgotten/the un-remembered/ the stretched lungs of promise-else/here or there a pissoir’s dreaming in arachnid coma of tumour/benign lights sudden to unfold striking out/basking of/convex/ paring away the head spasm/lock-held/where nothing can touch merely embers to caress…

…(flies upon blood-flecked snow a menagerie of teeth/the sunlight glistens upon the wings of the outstretched nothingness claiming the all/for not/of the forgotten the un-remembered/the piss of this or that of the beneath silences masquerading as some form of punch-line to the emasculation of bitter seeds smearing their nothing in spite of/as if to say/or nothing having/begun no not uttering nothing having been claimed or else forgotten/smears of animals upon clear glass/time eradicated/collapse of breath in the breathing spasm/ turning upon the heel of the undone till ask of/threatened none/exhaled/dreaming else/dreaming all the while/the flies will gather/nothing more)…

 
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…the lingering bone breakage seared-snapped/a callous of violet winds till breach from nowhere left to else or of the spasm fading/there is blood flecked in the vacant eyes/dense walls of shit-smeared permutations/aching of none or of the next until/some solace in/streaming forth, break now or forever be in havoc lights/blending with the amber of the nothing known the nothing cared for/snap-snap the sudden ache of debilitate/the liquid hands delve through soil/restless the maggot truth of a sky absent of less than ever was before/an ache of flesh of meat what spun till entropy/atrophic/drugged to the bones in shine of abattoir kaleidoscopic/a catascope in roomscape of sudden amber/the split wrists of benign self-execution/throughout the syringe dusts to caress the callused exigency/of lack lest there was never enough beauty to keep the absence the lack the searing nothing of the none/in dismemberment of the here-to-fore/the silent executioner smiling/the old airs rising as if to snatch the breath from out of speech/ useless speech/useless murmurs…

…(draft none/alack/a reek of some solace pyre/ breathing out/settled never settled/ stepping forth till back again once more in glint of blood-flecked snow/    dust/and the bleak hand cold covering the mouths of babes/shredded silences/echoes ever/onwardly…)




Untitled-- Acrylic on Unprimed Canvas/ '12 (122 x 155cm).