'...in an actualisation of blood/ distemper light collect in bask of rotted symphony/ dense accord the traceless unbecoming lapse/ tide of one thousand pelts in mirror’s reflect of eye...'
(2013/ '14)
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'...in an actualisation of blood/ distemper light collect in bask of rotted symphony/ dense accord the traceless unbecoming lapse/ tide of one thousand pelts in mirror’s reflect of eye...'
(2013/ '14)
you can get it here
steps once/ it does not/ steps twice/ it cannot does not/ thrice in claim that cannot/ given of/ back then till trace obliterated/ eye folds in upon it cannot echos from out of which/ rolls in absent pageant it cannot/ of an echoing reverberate it seeks not/ no no longer having reached it cannot/ black space open as of/ as if/ in which it/ as if it could/ not a/ no not a trace from/ lack spacious of the within it opens up to graven flowering graves of zero point/ blind edge the eye’s garrotte/ dissembled/ disregard/ fingers to touch the untouchable/ the none untraceable yet known of/ in flesh meat circus cavalcade/ throughout night’s absurd lock of jaw/ steps four times –fourth- and then retraces once again till it cannot/ until eye in mirror’s reveal a mirror smeared with excrement/ I cannot say/ reduced unto absence of I/ clotted blood in specious what of it/what is pretext of/ if/ dense/ the unreality of a cadaver stripped of skin devouring the life from light’s aborted children/ X. + 1/ non term in relative knock what else from which fortitude absent/ recedes/ steps out of view/ does it
bound echoes reverberate in trauma fields of scorched grass acrid shock of winds/ blood mist/ falls to knees begging for more/ as if it/ no/ stands its ground in glimmer eye and toothen sacrament/ blind-sighted allwhile no dice to ever roll from figment hand if/ if given as of foraging in transient shavings of skin/ till terse devour in reclamation that cannot be it can only be if/ absurdly/ what whittles away as if embroil of plane divulged of percept and sense were some gilded key to/ erased by if/ I collects bone absently/ sets to rest in pyre of real/ moves along yet cannot/ into/ of to/ if/ sun’s disease is merely paradigm/ a glaring anus/ a metaphor that carries from birth and exit of/ absent lungs film cup with phlegm/ it has seen the decay of living breathing fucking meat/ and of the other/ if/ little choice but to abscond it was said/ death nothing yes yet nothing of/ extension clause +1/ eye spits into eye that perceives it/recollects of shadow does it/ (something is watching the observer also)/ yet cannot be said of/ blank space/ in dislocate/ slowly skull cracks revealing nothing that ever was/ scattered flowerings upon blood-soaked floorboards/ it was never yet nor once yet said/ if
psychosial whip I stings/ if clamours for shadows as if to say that/ none silences the all of lack in purity there absurdly sheen of surface coating zero eye/ unspeaking/ unseeing/ in mirror-object searching from out of indent of self what self/ blind-sighted by cataract of percept/ it skulls it does not it dreams in else from what origin from what origin if/as if to clamour/ abandoned/ a corpus of shit that is mind’s resolve/ unto taken from what matter/ doubts yes or no/ non-claim/ figment palacial either way/ hop-scotch all said representative erases in deathly absence of smouldering lapse/ no not for/ wrung neck and bloody aftermath/ skied to unrest of absurdly taken/ back then to words that are/ if/ carried by what into what/ in corrected present what winds to follow/ all shine what of/ breathless negation suffering up from collective nothing that is the within of speechless dislocate/ purity of/ bitten nails and horror in brutal asking of a facticity/ eye slashed across/ stun lock ask bitter shit lapse stun ask lapse bitter shit if/ mock of tint in eye if eye be two/ if/ all spun together in weave of dislocate see how they run if/ it falls between crevice in-between give or take of what is wished to be felt/ encore of nothing/ back then until again of foreign purpose/ as
...of the echo without/ forgotten the origin of/ of the lack of which/ the silence unknowable/ all the while/ placement of in centre-collapse-centre/ vapours to trace/ never of the indent...
...no nothing ever of the sharp stamp/ the mark into/ the lesion of the outcry/ imprint or otherwise/ not the motion nor the tangent/ not a...
...the ghost-limb tongue/ seeking/ to collapse the bite of silence/ asking of the solace birthing/ never yet nor not once heard of...
...yet silenced no/ never silenced/ the silence yes unknowable/ yet ever present if/ in conscious of in the reclusion from/ the empty earth’s landscape/burrowing in/ not a...
...in-step what blood/ the blood rails also yet is nothing/ pure tide emptied of momentum/ desolate ash/ the erasure of virulent laughter...
...the naught cancels out all sound/ the none is of the extinguishing scream/ set to light/ consoled/ yet in the forthcoming and hence/ unconsoled...
...the echoes surpass their own origin of disappearance/ the murmurs never recede/ even in sleep the voices persist/ yet remain unheard/ as if to say/ the silence of non-being mocks the/ all the while...
#2...
...words no answer to/ silence unfathomable/ being’s dissipation the voice uproots from depths non-existent/ films that coat/ as if to/ that coat the foraging into what has failed...
...evident breath and the dissipate of/ voice shed/ no words for tomorrow’s foreign attributes/ the scar tissue’s recession in the purity of nothing/ words clamouring for the...
...not a sound/ no/ the posit absent/ in the clear cut blood of anguish/ smeared light through which is viewed/ spoken through/ not a...
...all broken/ fragments of stone divulged of/ scattered remnants and misinterpretate/ the shadow’s tomes of foreign where once never was/ was where one ever is and never yet...
...the night is not blind/ the night is divulged of sight yet/ the eye burns of it/ zeroed out it cannot communicate to the hand’s breathing/ the mind’s distillate...
...dissipatory in the lack of any real substance/ either way/ here then the frozen light/ the words like cracked cisterns and the reek of decaying shit...
...and so to document the banality of/ clamouring for/ sensing that/ if present/ the defeat of the exist/ and the final etch in sight that will not/ cannot...
#3...
...voice what voice/ the clear speech of nothing ever/the crutch of which/ the being of which it derives nowhere/ births into the silence of without the genuflect of/ silence in the process of/ forgotten as soon as/ no mark upon the nothing...
...yet echo yet echo echo/ some distance to trace/ no nothing of the distance felt it carries none into/ shadowed all the while by/ fragment all the while of...
...the naught cancels all/ glimmer hope and I/ else the retraced footsteps seeking outward step/ words drained in dissipate/ sands blown across erasing the tidal of...
...words what words as to lay claims upon the dark/ the blight of tint/ of blood spattered upon cold glass/ sought inconsolable/ whispers of which blind to the forgotten once/ the salient grin of/ bled out...
...yet none other the options of/ placement between the lips/ the tide of drought and the broke bone emptily/ speech claimed till drift/ an eye for an eye’s absent possibility...
...voice what words/ a mesh of/ a collective of/ none speech the purity of the last possible option/ as to choose were to embroil/ un-sought it does not ask of the other/ all the while/ fading non-relating to/ the being in/ of...
#4...
...says the naught yet it does not/ says the night yet it does not/ yet still the failure of/ the failure of retort/ not a sound/ merely traces/ projectile lights cast upon/ ever to fade out...
...still yet words empty of value strive in the midst of being/ yet severance from/ not of the knowing of what/ ever else...
...silence all the while the redeem of the/ the affliction of the/ voice from out of none/ from out of the distillation in none/ still yet the knocking upon/ never asking of the else yet it reappears/ appears...
...silhouettes of words cast off in the un-betterment of vocal/ the hands are worn/ flight is of no use where words are in crisis/ crossed up/ crossing themselves out...
...nothing forever claims them/ and even yet the given term of nothing devours itself/ it cannot be believed/ it can only be yes or no/ it is believe it...
...silence all the while scatters the dead teeth of blind obscurity/ in the exile of upon plateau a lack of defense other than in lack/ echoing out/ bleeding slowly out...
...axial pulse what haven of/ night’s bellows clearing the lungs of footsteps taken for the/ as if to/ echo-echo foreign light a-breathe till beckon of/ reductive arbitrary nothingness/ breaking from out of lock the broken light’s collect/ asking of step-step the sheared pulse reduced to the bitter end/ axial dispense/ shattered bone what step/ lightless pageantry of hyenic laughter/ the jackal tears of some aspen foraging in shadow pit of endless abortive night/ abortive of all claims for the/ none else to collect the silent ever silencing/ redundant the/ not a trace remaining but for the on-step of all/ across this/ ice-clad the foreign lack inverted/ all stepped undone/ the back-step gathering the absent of light the broken tears of it/ the flesh to reek in gilt of tint and flowering acrid nothing/ stillness to trace across terse tongue of the malignant eye/ yet non-existent the eye that governs/ speech decadent failing as the sky folds in as of a child’s ribcage smashed in to taste thin lights/ onward all the while/ onward to what of the onward shadow-like/ a taste of sour blood in the mouth from the cracked jaw’s bailing out into/ this is the dead speech/ the lie/ the lack of communicate ever leaving the lack to obliterate/ isolate of/ drunken spasm of/ the collapse of bodily in wilt of screams tracing the walls covered in traces of/ not a chance left now/ yet ever if it were/ so says the else/ the abject lie/spurious as a stitched mouth/ a deadened pulse’s retain...
#10...
...orchard of bled dry/ where from out from which/unto this/ no shelter from the skyline/ none/ the purity of lack/ like a toothless grin emaciating the solace empty of else/ absolute none of which in the scarring of without trace not given-given/ death-dreams of empty shadows/tasteless concrete across the submerged body of jaded words/ bled dry by the shit-toothen mouths of babes lacking the skull’s dismemberment/ the lie aches in every body’s aching/ tomorrow’s absence begged for in prayers from the absent deep/ within walls to burn like excrement in the flame/ drag/ drag/ the pulse all the while is the consistency redundant/ the final edge of whispering unto given back it cannot/ stray light devoured/ sing gladioli/ burning the dust-clad tomes the redundant speech the lack/ blood-spatter upon cracked glass/ the eye of zero tint through which to observe the over-flowing gesture of the dead stun gild/ ripped aside it/ shredded it/ the clenched fist and the bile to spray upon the fissure’s gait what promise from/ all along/ no longer the words the passage through has engulfed and left the stranded teeth of it aching solace disembowelled/ this is the hell from which/ the snapped spinal chord of distances/ pissoir emptiness drifting through amber air what of/ the lie aches in every body’s aching/ in the promise thought of/ pulse-white/ redundant elixir of/ the final of which/ a dressage of violence clearing across the landscape of psychotic benevolences/ in a reek of echoes from ages lost/distances erased/ in the sudden the most adamant...
#11...
...search-lights tomes of children’s scattered bones no nothing/ dry whispered tears unfold in a sarcophagus of in-dreaming else/ as if to beg the question of what speech/ what-speech the dry bones of eclipse/ of the degraded peninsula/ the sun no matter for/ the sky no matter else/ the rummaging in shit-filled caskets of being asking of the promise of no nothing/ashen collect and the eye revealed/ no nothing of/ asks what/ what of/ itcannot no/ runs down the tidal of the arms outstretched to embrace the dead stun disguised as/ the lack is ever/ not a trace of ever remaining/ blood-stained the eyes clear arise to the surface of/ bent light cataracts the escape of love for/ no not the one/ for the all/ a given eclipt/ pulse of irredeemable redundancy/ no nothing/ as if to say/ a sarcophagus of dry whispered tears what matter shed for nothing/ oceanic blood of semblance tasted what what is/ there or/ has of/ lack to taste in the ever-flowing absolute loss of being none/ else what for the matter collective as the fact the shit flows from every arsehole/ love jack-knifed upon the precipice/ upon the collapse the spit of/ bites down/ bitten deep/ flesh what yes/ flesh what of/ the atrophic meat in given being slowly sucking upon the/ nothing to claim/ what of it asks/a tear an egg cracked/ the eye stunned into recognition/ sun what sun of/ there are shards in the dead veins of empty dreams/ this is the now not else/ the stench of it/ it cannot endure it/ it.../ silence all the while/ adrift/adrift/ not a bloody chance left...
#12...
...nausea all/ vacuum of reduct lapse into unto/ words collect the blind bones of solace/ scatter the milk teeth to the dying sky’s reflection/ sudden shadow sharp as shattered pulse/ of the in-breathe lock spilling its dead hours into speeches/ murmurs/ jaded whispers of non-being penetrating the heart’s dissolve/ in reek of pageant none what then/ shard/ discarded ashes/ else picking the stems from the meat flowers of unsolved hours/ solace as if to say that it ever/ reside/ resides/ emptily in the birthing nothing of it/ transparent birthing give or take from what can you if can it/ not a sound left/ orchestrate of blind lights permeating from vortices/ wound deep the sinew’s breath/ till spit of the redeem non-given/ in the being other than no/the being other than of not of else fragmented image kaleidoscope/ all the while the banality of death seeking out the submerged fear/ the pathetic brothel of tears shed in the dark +1/ none/ in lapse/ lapse of/ blood to lack and else to be rid of/ the intrinsic sky within the mind where once there once was/given no/ given yes it/ frozen fucked nights of endless night drowning upon the vapour’s glint/ smoke dusts/ emptied syringes emptied bottles/ scarred meat without origin known the distance traced revealing tint of/ nausea all/ blood to taste/ a throat slashed/ inverted shimmering...
#5
...in desolate of plane sublime/ outreach extended nullity of/ shadow’s tint and the collapse of being into/ sudden ash of breath till nothing else of there/ or/ haven drought and the emptied whisper/ the scarring of it/ erased the eye’s beseech caught in snare of traceless breathless foreign/ turns back the in-step into/ reclaimed in none rejecting the else what matter it will/ wills that the/ cessation/ pregnant with the abrupt sudden sharp shrill of purpose emptied/ the pulse rejecting the flesh of stone’s return/ iced laughter cannoning the spoken bleed/ as if to say/ that all that was as if to say/ that it/ collapse and the ungiven trace/ all strung together with the absenteeism as if to/ breathless asking/ nothing will come of it/ nothing else to be done about/ no/ this is the shit and this is the bind to it/ motion unto the absence of motion/ the betterment of absent hours that field the abrupt absence/ the final lapse of being/ having been for nothing and no-one else or of/ in lightless pageant/ unweaving between the one and the other of it/ the collapse of being into/ graven dice and the ocular rove of the eye closed to the without/ jack-knifing on the within...
#6...
...beneath an attribute of unseen sky/ the ever-flow redundant/collective none/ ache/ searing there held bitten as if to say of it undone reclamation never/ bone nights of forgotten lapse/ out-step of breath till breathe returning claim the speech once that ever never could/ blood’s light to task from headless barrage of gild/ the walls turn to dust/ the nullity of flesh as it breathes in a sarcophagus of conscious deliberation/ suicide upon the blade’s corrosive/ ever the pulse-meat of it/ as if to spite the blackened meat of none/ dry earth falling from a dehydrated tongue/ (it was there when left it to be/ drowned out the flame never once having been)/ the night screams yet is silence/ finds ever-resurgence in the outpouring response/ black light/ stripped there is of the belonging trace/no flesh for tomorrow there will be flesh for tomorrow there will be the pulse for.../ cradling the sickness in obsolete/ dry lack ingrained/ rub of salt into the wound what wound this/ blue black blue/ streaks across the sky of the unseen attribute/ design from lapse till else/ as if to/ futile as the womb’s chariot/ into this/ no longer/ the/ redeem long set to blaze...
#7...
...an empty scarification of sound traces across the.../ silences unmoved by utterance/ the ever-return of the pulse to shear the trace from out of its belonging/ guttered by night in the empty actual unspoken reek of decaying words/ blood/ the unweaving pulse stretched before a meaningless sun/ shadows to bare but what of it/ dense as shit/ as coagulated breath/ night upon night there is no.../ not not a.../ foreign convulsive spasm of the murmuring beseech of/ knocking still/ a jocular response of nullity/ (there is no light to see them by)/ no flowers for the obsolete tongue/ ashen the perfumed light of words collected wilt upon the passage of breath of pulse given to/ cessation yes/ bound in/ blackened/ imprint/ impress of none that lacks intent/ night is endless yet/ still yet it will never retrace its steps/ in a delirium of acrid weave the unweaving given to placement/ dead space/ pulse all in a vertigo of non-space/ observing as if will were/ automatically cancelled out/ in the stepping apart from the step that was made/ broken glass/ untold design a snapped neck/ locked to yes/unlocked in the none/ intrinsically bound by delusion or obsolete/ and the in-between/ as if it/ were/ pulse’s motion in the realms of spat speech and worthless entities of breathing meat/stay down/ flourish in the receding flame that never was...
#8...
...ocular roving through corpse of/ blood’s recede/ tidal unto having passed beyond/ asking of till numb from oblivion tide in detritus lock/ shadowy nocturnes/ passage from rot till faculty recession/exhale of dead sun light abounding in a collective obsolete-absolve/ spoken nothing of/ none of/ echo-echo-falter/ trace of the remaining cadaver speech of/ dead silences given purposes/ till shine a light that does not/ steps once more/ all said there is/ nothing having ever there is/ in this/ of or of of this/ the crowded lung’s abound wilt like the death-flowering gardenia to become other than the origin sign/ breaks bone no broken bones/ to get it over with/ and.../ be/ what/ what of/ being what of/ as if to be were something of an ideal/ till dealt of/ by/ no not of the exist yet of the exist/search-lights tracing the shell of the skull’s interior/ all spoken for as ever yet the return to the denuded speech of it/ the pulse forcing the flesh into violent corners/ where all abounds like the fruits of nothing ever having been/other than/ through the ocular roving of spit upon a flame no not a trace/remaining/ what left/ of the now/ winds gathering to eradicate the of what and else and the breathing lung’s nudity of spasm/ as if to say/ no nothing in there turn from steep/ the on-step/ blank stone of eye peering out into unto/nothing more...
...of the given replicate/ simulate of/ bitten ash of the hardened artery of silence(d)/ drained dense/ given forth as if to have claimed it/ settled non-settled/ dust blown across a final mouth/ collectively of the want the lack of breath/ spurious to touch lights/ drain-dreamt of/ no traces but for the/ walls of sands and the ache of the in-step in a pool of congealed nothing/ carried forth/ as if to mock the lung/ the marrow’s else/ dreaming all the while of shadow/ exhale all done/ nothing no not a claim/ distances to inhale/ spoken of without clarity/ long night of the dead airs/ nocturnes/ for the absent
22…
…infarctus decibel of lung-snag between skull and membrane
…lightless unlock/ shadow of the un-face
…not a sound
…deathed all to the prism pillage
…ice-black/ silence of an evacuated room +1
…disease writhe spinal spasm ejaculate of teeth words careening over the edge into some oceanic vault
…the landscape of the body falls away
…time’s vitreous chamber bites with all the regality of the none
…all for
…as if to
…empty echo/ echo/ echoing fading unto ever-clear
…distillation of soundless space/ still yet the thrum of pulse in the skull in the vibrant loins
…bites the limbs what shadows
…in a regalia of buthery/ of a meat hook glint the banality of hope ever-resurgent/ autopsy/ eviscerated light
…(bites because it cannot/ helm/ sudden to the reduction to ash)
…in the black light/ the pulse is disheveled
…nocturne’s exposed glands and expulsion of synergetic waste throughout the coil of mortal spine
…(eats because it…)
…not a trace
…expired hands driven unto foreign by the sun’s stale light
…chasm shock of blood/ …
…silence re-gathered in the parched throat
…“A prayer is in order, your Lord, your Worship”
…'I love you like we shit...'*
*(Georges Bataille)
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23...
'The smell in here, hangs like a killer, hangs like a dead man, and I can’t take another day...'
(--David Yow (The Jesus Lizard-SDBJ))
…fresh meat of the unsung black light/ birth-ed suffocate/ exile
…stench room of obliterate/ of discarded syringes burning in a lapsing flame
…the broke bone bodies of the mind
…alcoholically spitting out the teeth from a wired jaw/ its seals unbroken laughter of the shadowless breathe
…asks yet/ distill/ hangs yes/ another day ‘I’ cannot
…fevered the collapse of entity into grave filled with children’s teeth and rusty scalpels/ (as if to…)/ exhales
…the smell of you/ recollect/ a/ dead/ and the brutal flesh
…evidently hung for far too of the obsolete/ the wilting blood/ dense/ echo
…vibratory
…hangs like a killer unknown…(sick…drunk…blow…job)
…a sinew’s noose/ contracted the pupil grazes upon/ roving of the eye unsleeping in vacant lots of bound bones and acrid sentiment
…it hangs in here/ whispers emanate/ copulating shadows sprayed upon bare white walls/ repeat/ repeat again
…laughterling of pulse/ ocular the surrogate smear
…blood tastes like any other
…the silence weighs/ hangs/ garroted tide of exist/ a swollen tongue in throat a kiss of some obscene pageantry
…‘And I can’t take another day…’
…they sway like the memory of nothing come to pass/ never engrained/ ever the return to
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24...
…of the suicide of the/ the fashioning of stone meat
…regressive fingers rub ink in wounds to mark the non-existent trilogy of static grace in the haven of
…blind white asp of sanguine deformation
…echoes canyons/ ablaze the forests of desire’s breathing of the ilk sweat of the brow the taste of
…X. +1
…zero approximation
…null/ void/ in an excess of none
…gutted as of some prostitute be it male or female/ cast off/ the weight of sex devoured
…bankrupt tide
…meat from which
…’I smoke it down to the filter, and put it out on your hand.’*
…fist in/ orifice of/ there is electric there is blind light and the black pitch of it enshrouding
…(first glance says obsolete)
…spinal excavations in the drunk fuck night of nothing less or more than given haste of the breath lapse what depth stained white sheets
…all spun together with the glue of god
…(lapse)
…impress of lime upon the wound raw white blood of the occult silence between one distance and another
…(as if to say)
…walls and the penetrative shadows
…the death of
…there is absence/ there is hell
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