all sung-
(‘the winds have ruffled my assassin hair‘).
                                                                                                                        Georges Bataille
ache unto/ 
                                        bled
(dry cough in a barren white roomscape)
a black turning
                     of lungs lashed from the caress of
night’s sheer
             bone heart(less)
liquid flowers of decimated shit
                                 I/ eye of vortices
meat to caress from out of which to turn from lack or longing
       (blanked the eye…)
subtle as a snapped neck’s whispering
       (heave-ho)
drag/ drag/ drag alone
       of the bitten blood
semblance of dry light
                                                  and the smoke of
   (pyre unto absence/ 
                                                                                  of…)
dead zone-
I-skinned
I silent as the none of it/ 
                                                         all sung
                (to skin the…)
fallen from/ 
                              denuded silences
and the pulse of 
                                           dreaming
locked till eye/
                                         forgotten
dreamed speech and the buttress of transparent words
yet still the nothing of which ever-dreamed of
steel blade
the fingers severed
asked of
of the return till knock
silenced then
I spoken for/ aloft
and the buckled eye/ shadowed/ emptily
             (bring out your dead…)
the carcass of it dripping blood upon
night/ temperate
the sealed eye’s whisperings
I out of which
dead zone
rocking the cradle of listless echoes
if/ ever
welt/ breath of silent winds
stun/ 
              else
till mark/ spun/ exigent
of the ruin rush ash and the wilting blood
asked of
spasm lock till claimed
(image of a sky’s black longing set to light)
kicking dust from sunk eye till break of none
spun aloud/ 
                              naught
silenced lest the petals birth the rot of hours
       stitched colourings
ruin of
as if there ever was
scattered remnants of what/ 
                                       or else/ if /ever/…
Michael Mc Aloran was Belfast born, (1976). His most recent work has appeared  in ditch, Meat Songs, Gobbet Magazine, Ink Sweat & Tears, Ygdrasil, Establishment, Carcinogenic, etc. He has authored a number of chapbooks, including 'The  Gathered Bones', (Calliope Nerve Media), 'Final Fragments', (Calliope  Nerve) & 'Unto Naught', (Erbacce-Press). A full length collection of poems, 'Attributes', was published by 'Desperanto' in 2011.  'Lapwing Publications, (Ireland), will also be publishing a collection  of his poems, 'The Non Herein', in 2012. Writing Knights Press has  recently released another chapbook, 'Breath(en) Fall' & The Knives,  Forks & Spoons Press, (U.K), will release  'Emblems' and also an ekphrastic book of text/ art, 'Machinations' later this summer.
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