Cursive-
Benign tears the sky ablaze a flaming shroud
In the pulse the frozen maggot birthed
There is sweat upon the ragged branches of bones
Flesh recedes rescends
Ennui of the cursive night I am dying of it
An Echo A Trace-
teeth ablaze
the unknown trace
inverted called upon
the slide of the skin
the pulse of the blood-bag
a decadent tomb
my shadow erased
endless calling through the
night
a sea-green haze through
which to observe lizards
crawls the walls
I am beyond time
space is mine for this instant
so brief
a palpitation
I walk now
through the fields
death rolls out its tongue like
a serpentile red carpet
an echo a trace
nothing more
Enamorata-
blank to withstand
you chase and I chase
back then to nothingness
stirs thick viscous air
I exhale smoke
you breathe outwardly
my flesh your unflesh
the rattling shadow of death
and the time taken in the wind
to unshape to unshatter
our flesh crawling around the
bones of lost hours
a head-on collision
no pace just the blade of time
our ashen skin
bodies aching with need
the taste the ardour
enamorata of our fading existence
Extracted-
torn from held down to the
undone
your body my body
skeletal eyes
burn shadow upon shadow
the electric blood sears the flesh
beheaded laughter
the churning of dust in the pit
no distance to trace
our love like broken tabulets
meaningless colours in a
gilted sky
the redress of all things permanent
what burns
extracted teeth of the sky
Intoxicated-(Compresssed Bones)...
wrists opened
the light peals from open wounds
colours the like of which...
a celebration of blood
of death
the bounty echoing of life where
only death remains
compressed bones pressed hand-prints upon
white walls a smear
the colour of life emptying out
its own existence
intoxicated
Into Tombs-
because I can also peal
I tear
I can tear flesh
also
and shuffle shadows through
the corpse-lit rooms of
memory
the world is blazing in my
poisoned skull
imprisoned light
twist or break or turn
in this vacarious life
I do not care
I vomit violently
into silent
tombs
To Taste-
my hench-man
darkness
stray light of the skull burning to
withstand the churn of blood
terror the fever of the bones the
listless searing flesh
an out-stretched palm seeks to
be filled with blood
desert roads, all there is
the maggot of the heart
will eat its way out
long after
I am dead
I scrape the dirt from beneath my
eyelids, to taste the
venom
of an unseen sky
Landscape-
the trace
the blood coursing
I could vomit
the lie was
dealt in the rythmn
unknown
fucked into this
to know this
black hearse of funereal
time unknown
the shattering skull
resolves
its teeth shining in
a distant memory
candles flickering in
a distant desert
night lanscape
Cold Colours-
shadowy nocturne
skull split open
garland upon the tongue
protruding
excrement in the veins exposed
blood shadow
the skin stretched taut
rolls the emptiness of
unspeakable sound
my existence in a vice of
cold colours
ablaze
in the night
For The Dead-
one-sided shadow of
bone dusts
the closed fist of the dawn
the shattering sky, its emblems
the emptiness of foreign rooms and
the prowl of shadows through
a kaleidoscope of lights
burnt petals of the heart
the taste of blood in your mouth
my unbroken will
and the ways in which we suffer
allied by anguish
the walls bleed as we breathe
our bones collide softly in a
haze of crimson and fluidity
we are destroying everything
in the dust and vapours of
this desert
even the silences teeth chatter
Michael Mc Aloran was Belfast born, (1976). His most recent poetic works have appeared/ are forthcoming in Psychic Meatloaf, Cannolipi Pie, 100th Monkey, Danse Macabre, Fragile Arts Quarterly, Stray Branches, Pratishedhak, Graffiti Kolkata, Sex & Murder, Carcinogenic Poetry, Gloom Cupboard, Fashion For Collapse, etc. His artwork has appeared at Arterialize, Moloch Journal, Shoots & Vines, Calliope Nerve, Fragile Arts Quarterly, Virgogray Press, Gloom Cupboard, etc. In the past year he has authored seven short collections: 'In the Black Cadaver Light', (PMI), 'The Rapacious Night', (Calliope Nerve Media), 'The Redundant Pulse', (Shoots & Vines), 'The Gathered Bones', (Calliope Nerve Media), 'The Death-Streaked Air', (Virgogray Press-forthcoming), 'The Black Vault', (Calliope Nerve Media), & 'Final Fragments', (Calliope Nerve Media-forthcoming)...He is currently Weblog editor @ Calliope Nerve...He also likes to drink and smoke...
