Monday, December 31, 2012

Michael Mc Aloran- A Poem

Scene Eleven is rupture:

Headlong, torn vast, till shimmer, asking of until to numb’s becoming, scarred unto existing, barely a life, in void of naught’s shadow, claustrophobic traces, endless, subtle then…

Claim/ claim then, in night’s devour, breaking the bone dice laughter of violent appraisal, skinned lest the hollow bleeds, trace of desire, a trace of desire, flesh upon flesh, scars upon scars…

We laughter long, the breathing of the I deeper than emptily, deeper than the ice in the veins cleft as the bereft static of following on from, -what step, as if it could…

(Rupture will…headless arc…restless the eye’s bleed…exhalation of some dead foraging…)

Pause, step back, back into no no way forwards, till step’s rupture redeemed, in an echo of shadowing, till silenced, a snag of broken lights, release/ absurdly the eye/ I/ we, drowning in the hearth of blind binding…

Cleft, then, till reek and havoc spell, in the bitterness of turning to face the one, the murmur, the twisted nerves in damage seasons of the membrane, all fallen, kaleidoscope of breath…

I/ eye, or none, in the spit of sun light,  we or else, breaking without laughter, skinned a-piece, such was the longing of, the rupture of, claimed or not claimed the fucking difference is none, balk and be done with it…

(said aloft…)



Michael Mc Aloran was Belfast born, (1976). His most recent work has appeared  in ditch, Gobbet Magazine, Ink Sweat & Tears, Ygdrasil, Establishment, Carcinogenic Poetry, Primal Urge, A New Ulster, Slit Your Wrists, The Galway Review, Turbulence Magazine, Unlikely Stories: IV, Eratio 16, etc. A second full length collection, 'Attributes', was published by 'Desperanto' in 2011. 'Lapwing Publications, (Ireland), also published a collection of his poems, 'The Non Herein', in 2012 & The Knives, Forks & Spoons Press, (U.K), will release an ekphrastic book of text/ art, 'Machinations' early next year. He also has projects forthcoming from Quarter After Press...He edits Bone Orchard Poetry, a webzine of the bleak/ the dark/ the surreal and the experimental...

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