Sketch 2017/ artwork 2021

…a-bask in skull what head exigent nullity spoken of as was before breaking apart dense light carving up the dawn disclosure expiration traceless given no taken nor taken given no echo-dim traces speech-dead recollect a-breathe in sickness scuttling throughout…

…passage lack lacking trace cold shadow of pelt wrung out voiceless after was in all no the persist of onward into nocturnes to behold ever the disclosure silent as what stun not a/ lack/ vocal tread throughout misgiving taken from what edge collapse sun dead foreign eye in a…

…all lapse till dense what held echo tremolo escapade shadow-bite in rip nothing gained nor taken from cold weight cast off breakage of bone skinned of flesh of never having never wishing to of ever-lung trace till unto desire lack close the wound it…

…yet the laughter of of the course for dead shadowings as if to say that was in or of what as if to close coloured it screams silently never once having paces the boundary until final never of in spoken of unspoken silent from the commence ever the outset…

…as all what once to the footstep taken upon moist earth sink sunk dead weight collision ever-in/ in/ mocking the body broken the burst dam of blood in the body broken circulating throughout mire’s outreaching fingers...

…breaking from fever sensed through wind abandonment closure of the sky folding in origami soundless breakage of faint light through a cracked sun leaking nothing more than was from outset words cascading into voidal nothing left ever onward unto what…

…the fevered tongue of jackal devouring in night close the door it will liquefy seek solace in headless abandon clasp the heart that leaks blind chalice the cup over-floweth distances non-distance all…

…as was/ desolate commence not a sound breaking the cold chamber where whittled purpose seeks solace throughout the blind air the skinned parameter of blood nestling in meat’s absurd-closed lightless pageantry ever unto where from it was said…

…it is taken from selective ashen drought from outset being nothing seeing less than other than throughout until what once once tread syllabus evacuating from dread mis-speech walls implode a shearing of fragrant a bone to pick away the scars that amass…

…and all along as if to final were once closed the fingers searching in drought’s pale elixir breaking apart the catacombs of having once where there never was sickness to dredge from some point of departure until until…

…until silenced beyond longing cold weight of distance coiling its way back in to choke-stone exigency nullity of devourment escapade none where lapse drinks of the wounds that trace hence unsaid never to be in cylinders of blind bitten struck out collapse unstepped not a bleeding out unto…

…endless of the spat once out from disclosure lack words dissipating of their never once in the hands that crumble also till dust departed flowers upon gutter’s tongue silences that gather in their transparent children mocking the anguish of settling shadows that never once…

…better then the garrote the cold tears the erasure of self-non-self in tragedia no motion unto waste a clear fragment cascading into blind weight lapse no directly striking the vein’s cold chalice where abort if blessed nullity taken from vocal echo-dim…

…the eye struck out erased not a solace in the irredeemable lack weightless psychosis gathering up the charred milk teeth of having once been solace of collision reckless flesh stripped away cold colours in blight stone abandonment taken as of given no not a…

…and of yet yes of the tread back inwardly from nothing clamour of sharded lights shattered the pulse of nocturne given to speech’s reclamation no nothing there in the faint light echoing veranda of skins shed flayed bone the tissue spent yet ever resurgent some fucking lie from outset solace not a trace nothing ever of...

Sketch #4/ 2013

 Sketch IV--

…till vacant of eye, struck out, erased, head of ash, breathing of the how or why, or the never else, reduced to nothing by the reek of it, skyless of mind in the drapery of the night across the spark of being

in a catascope of room, a match head struck to taste to extinguish the tongue’s charity, knowing of the benign dust of a child’s sneer, as if it could be uttered once and then once more of the less

till bargained for, not known again, ask of the shadow once more it engulfs till dread’s speech rattles the bones with the scar hollowness of adagios lessened by silent colours, or the here and then

adrift in a mirage of silver mists, of untold hunger, of the hungering echo, the waste/ said again until over with once more, no at it again, till over with no nothing, (ill said, ill sung)…

close the eyes to it then as if in the distance where of the now or the no, no better, as if to peel away the skyline with the split fingertips of absence, the eyes spent colours of benign listlessness

anguish spilling of the blood let to flow from the artery laughter of a butcher’s tears, dragging the bone fury like a carcass when once there was fresh breath to spill, echo now, once more, echo unto claiming from out of where or the here or now, (stunted/ ever-glowing)…

ah vacuum of death, sweet breath aligned to gilded purpose, lock-held to the swell, dream again, dream of the nothing, the skin stripped away to sunlit bounty, yet in silhouette of vibrating shadows there is all to taste, yet walls will warp and breathe with the ongoing, the obliteration of knowing, till vacant of eye, struck out, erased, breathing of the…

yet stillness gathering in the parched throat, drowning in soundless speech, colouring the less and less with flames, no no way out of the snare of it, love and lack, death and bone, (ill said/ ill sung), adrift, choose again, no nothing to choose, vagrant, hollowed out

or in turn the motion unto waste, till rattle, until extinguished of eye, until extinguished till eye of night reduced to the eye of a syringe

a culling of the dead silences, breathing forth a haemorrhage of foreign cloud, what spun sunk spasm in this dead room, where the papers peels from the walls and the windows and doors are caulked with old newspapers, the bottles emptied, scattered

the wind will forever never be known, (pause, hold it down), we breathe alone, with the scars knowledge, the hands that grasp for the sky are severed as response, by the one, the un-knowing, the resplendent nothing

hold it down, it is said, there’ll be, some spasm in it, hunger once more laughter once again, till dread’s speech rattles the bones, and the ache of it sears in the meat of nothingness, shattering the teeth of it, a dry dust breath in the roomscape of it, never having moved, no not for a lifetime, an eternity

the flash of a match-head, dreaming all the while of the living and the dead and of the what might be to become of this nothing that is, (stunted/ ever-glowing), ask of the asp the pathway through tall grasses

yet never follow, a charred field of propagating scars will caress the flesh as it walks out upon, beneath a sky with no name, no trace, knowing the all of the bone’s regality, till breath is laid down to rest and ruptured none, alack, alack, like mutilated children…