Thursday, 26 September 2013

A Selection from 'Of Dead Silences', (Lapwing Publications)

Of The-

Head of death
The seasons dissipate as if they
Had never collected tears
A dissolving sky
Soil sieved through fingers
The silent laughter of the blood

 Nothing More-

Ruins of the foreign sky
From which point all are dead
Smears of dying animals upon clear glass
The flies will gather, nothing more


A blindfold of congealed earth
The dead drown of inverted tears
Lacking the light
By which the night ignites the living


Brute flesh shocks the nothing back
Into resolve
And is then pissed upon


Heart of desolate
In a vice of flesh
Nowhere else/ nowhere/ nothing less
The winds erased having tasted ashes
Echoes of non-being
Inexplicable silences


Dark hollow
The sky unearthed

One final breath to champion the infinite


Haven to begin from
Scarlet striking out striking the dirt
With liquid hands
As if it could have ever begun otherwise



Echo within echo within shadow of…
Absence/ walls/ flames/ still breath alone
Pantheon of carousel/ of vertigo/ of absences
Night’s undoing was never night
Hence the laughter forever ceases to be

Danse of polka winds…night undone/
Night flourishing…
Silent retrace of bone/ vapours/ memories
Immense sky of non-death/ nothing lessened
Razor absences/ peeling away the bloodlessness

Hollowed tongue…winds dealt/ silenced
Dread lest the fingers break/ (only the elapsed)
Sing elixir of non-speech/ mouth full of dry sands
Leaving behind the drapery of skinned tide

Adrift…a visage of mists…(dead unto breath)/ arbitrary
Vault of wasps/ colours/ discoloured skin/ emptily
Night of vague breathing/ unheard voices/ voices heard
Stillness of forgotten sky/ there or here again/ cast aside
Buried sun/ sky/ sun of ashen waste/ teeth of nothingness

Waste ground/ flies of haste/ silver voices/ decay
Black tongue of…wasted wounds of…soundless again
Arise dead/ so much the/ dread/ silenced/ birthed
Evaporating tongue of/ erased/ better never/ never to have been

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