12.
turns from banquet eye
till forage ice
from the commence of null & asked of in the
nothing ever
once
cold distance a bloodless avarice
the sicken of
what hours drift of days of isolate through
bereft eye sung
in stricken echo
of coil within coil dust
to the extent of meat to tear to shred
from the hilt of silence
close of amber reckless blood a
terse marrow
taste
it-bitten lock of blind azure
dereliction
simulacrum tidal
=
17.
in the rip of once recorded the burning effigy
silent orchard of razor-rip
pulse light of
the undimmed
strip till fathom taste of ocular
extension
blind what once
nothing/ what/
ever
=
18.
as of all walls wounds a surface
a terse collective
the skin of which peeling away to surface graze of light
an abort of sky-dim
nothing of the which of bones
of lack
lapse of all weight
to the skin of shadowing
as extend of which the skinned
blood to exert
through depth what chase of carrion equations
to the hilt of earth
tears
soil sodden with recollect
into which was bailed in
futile
mimicry
=
23.
till drift of seasons
of the blood’s
asking of where nothing of abounds
in strip of pale blood
the weaken of till membrane escalate
spit of season
into the gait
of all that ever once nor will
intone of it to the skull of breath
& the arbitrary unsky of toothen abject
the rustic rip of soil
the blood beneath the fingernails
of desire
=
27.
the run
the hunt of it neither of the
commence
the
belonging the
act
of burning oneself alive
turn blank shadow
lightless the
pageantries
the throat-grip
dark
=
28.
nothing unknown
bones the
curvature of weight ooze of promise faculty
dense as the
collect a turning of the blade/
recollect
skins to shed in the dead what once as onwardly to the of it in nullity exposed
recoils from what pane of
nowhere of to
be
all sudden weight of lightless
turns in bleak assemble
ever of in the
devout of cold drift neither of
the once equational
limit
till shine alight a light
a burn & fossil recollect adrift in dreamt approximate
of all what fallen
the skyline a slash-mark absence
of intent
=
'lightless pageantries', my new collection of poems, 84pp, available from creative writing department
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