Thursday 20 September 2018

Some poems from 'The Black Vault', (VoidFront Press 2017)




smear-

rat’s tooth
bone kiss

sea of marrow
sea of flesh

a blackened sky through
which the carnival rides

a bleached moon
salve of no purpose

a retort

scraped from the banquet
of the skull

in my dreaming I die
meat dissolving in frozen light

the blade bites deep
strikes vein

kiss of the skyline

words retract into flesh erased by
the depths of the void

bone tooth
sea of rats

kiss of marrow
sea of flesh

in my dreaming my death-stripped flesh
burning to ashes

a black vault opens
the eyes roll back

a taste of blood

a smear
of electric light


assassin-

the winds have
 absolved

the assassin
walls

breaking from the
corners of

the finality of the sky

churned flesh gutters like
a final flame

the teeth rip the skull to
shredded laughter

the meat of the impoverished
tongue wilts in the

after-birth
of desire’s quarry

the nothingness of listless stone
whispers

the breath expired escapes
like a whipped canine

the assassin walls shed frugal tears
the cracked skin of nothing ever

splits beneath the veils

wordless smiles devoured traced by the
skin of the dark

the cold weight etched

void of elixirate
of purity

the Shadow breathes in endlessly

burning grating flesh

at the edge of the abyss
the true laughter of denuded ice

words the eviscerations that
the silence feeds upon

as the silence

erases


grave-digger-

obliterated sun

a jugular bled

beneath the shadow
of night’s sky

a bulb of laugher
birthing

in the
delight of death

the breath is night also
a harlequin desire

in a gilded locked cage

the sequins of the winds drag
the entrails

from the blood-streaked dark

a collision of bone the charity laid to waste
in a labyrinth of laughter

the fingers trace the edge of the blade
skull of exhumed particles of rotting blood-

soaked sands
laid to rest in the death of X.

(X. reeks of filth in the silent amber of
The artificial light)

a shattered window of existence fades out
the embalming night endless peels from the earth...

a smear of the grave-digger
vibrating

in violent coloured smiles
vibrating

in violent coloured smiles
draped shroud of atrophic wasted funereal tears


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from 'cold ash redeem'/ DM Mitchell & Michael Mc Aloran/ Incunabula 2023

    Some images from the book by DM Mitchell. You can get it  here