The Banality of Else

THE BANALITY OF ELSE

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 CONTENTS

I: THE BANALITY OF ELSE 1

II: OF DISSIPATING EMBLEMS 23

III: OF THE DEAD AIRS 44

IV: THE REDUNDANT PULSE 55

I: The Banality of Else

1
#1...

...in an actualisation of the blood/ distemper light

collect in bask of rotted symphony/ dense accord the
traceless unbecoming lapse/ tide of one thousand pelts
in the moon’s reflect of eye/ of pupil shared/ trace +1/
ache/ dissipating sound in an echoing room but one/
here or there as if to trace-erase-reclaim/ sudden shock
shrill of tint of teeth a-grind bitten by obsolete in any
dying hour/ the spit in the eye of it gifted spasm/ lock/
knocks once then thrice collective smear of an
outpouring wailing in the dark/ the face illumined else
as it dreams of else/ no dice/ in-dream/ stripped skin
of an electric cable frenzy/ the hands dead the heart
dead/ in an abort of restless unto-follow/ the sky is
there the sky is a cataract of azure silence/ no trace for
tomorrow/ tumour/ close/ too close to touch it/ the
fingers smear also/ the black in the mix of blood echoes
of tears spent gilt of the obscene devour/ till shredded
once again/ begin from/ step-asking of/ then else to
follow in the banality of hope/ a shock-white-amber
nothing/ searing out the/ from out of the/ night’s
circus kicking the shit veritable out of from not of then
until/ (aches lest it must)/ all breath aligned/ zeroed
out/ obliterated/ the shadow vanes the sky as else/
ejaculates nothing but the rent flesh the harboured in-
step/ blindly/ mercury dust/ amphetamine salve/
alcoholic abandon/ speeched travail beyond the given
trace/ as walls shimmer in the collective smashed in
skull of tidal/ all tide of oceanic escaping/ the blood
never truly having/ nestling in the bones of the
unbecoming sense what of it/ till grace it is said it/ in-
step/ discoloured/ silence/ the obsolete remark/
traceless/ scuttle of unspoken tines/ words collapse/ in
the out-step/ there or for...

2
#2...

...stun lack/ else what/ in the none of in/ dead-centre

prism/ ash upon dead/ forgive-me-nots/ I asks it
follows from the out of which therefore/ it cannot/
bask/ black bask colourless pupil sting/ vertebrae of
silenced absolute/ the teeth kicked in breaking from
fear or favoured sense/ in an echoless verbatim/ (this
is the sun)/ till trace of/ locked/ the voice crushed
violets/ violence of the incisor emblems/ as if to say of
the I what held/ bereft/ sickened unto breath/ sickened
unto breathing/ till skulk in hidden corner evading the
dark resin/ of night endless/ a menagerie of teeth sunk
into blessed restless/ claustrophobe of none/ again
once again one naught of trickles down/ step/ non-
trace/ step non-trace blind white abort/ fucked frozen/
emptily as if to/ murmuring the dead point from out of
the silent point/ axial/ shadow tide of else/ (it is a lie)/
said once/ enough/ blessed rip of blade internal axe of
phallic stream/ scream/ dead point/ bitten/ stun lack
aborts/ in a toothless aggravate/ hence as if to/
derailed/ shadow upon smashed fingers/ upon self-
mutilated flesh/ the given exile of/ fields of rotting
grass/ of blackened grasses set to flame in the distant/
the moon shedding light upon/ so falleth the blight
ghost limb from out of the carcass of the membrane/
dense tide/ collapse/ caring not for the jot/ extracted/
I bites the nothingness/ in the midst of else/ a piss-
stained beggar/ a junked-up emptiness/ settling in to
fall...

3
#3...

...balk of white light’s desire/ cracked knuckles/ blade

of dementia/ aspic/ sanguine/ fallen fruit in blood-
flecked snow/ aches with the lapse of longing in a pit of
vipers/ sense non-sense/ buttress of starry
excavations/ reaches into the gilded vortice/ vortices of
mechanical grind/ shredded none but the emasculated
organs/ else other than builds in taken corners/ this is
the room/ else other than there are spinning tops and
kaleidoscopic traces/ build of nocturnes and the halved
tongue razor’s desire/ itch of the skin scraped away to
reveal zero else +1/ yet still not a trace/ as if to/ else/
regardless/ hope etching its cuntish intent into the cleft
upon the eye’s disarmour/ blessed pulse excreata of
given design/ trace none/ blessed the sky that falls
leaving an aftertaste of ashes/ silhouettes/ yet no no
becoming/ shadows carved into the gait/ rusted chains
are the teeth of the becoming/ as if to say that/ as if to/
blind blood’s lack absence of redeem/ stretched skin
and the breaking nothing/ no no not for/ hence of/ a
closed fist’s design/ black tar of viscous emptiness/
head vast yet still the head vast the body broken upon
the rocks of dissipation/ yet unspoken of/ I eclipses/
drained light what light/ in the presence of the which/
knocked from/ the singing spinal of dread and
collective meat grazed/ spread across the eyes/ the eyes
blind the flesh the flesh blinds the eyes/ this is the dead
else/ required/ conjecturally fucking the sun’s solar
anus/ as if to.../ yet still echoing none/ non-step/
delirium of X. +1/ atrophy of/ in the spite of given/
obliterate of pageantry of absenteeism/ sings not for
the dawn but for the absence of step/ of light/ of the
having to/ go on...

4
#4...

...non else/ of the else to follow/ in the drag/ the drag

of light across the exposed silence/ building from
fathom lack in splendour of eradicate/ less spoken of/
careless/ fractured bone and shards of ice/ reclaimed/
reclaim none other than nor for/ walls of/ in a vibrate
of tears/ precipice of the denied shadowing/ tracing the
sky as if to touch it cannot it/ the drag of pulse and the
stun reduct of pageantry disavowed/ the claim in there
or of/ in else/ of else/ and the calamitous reckless/
bone bitten fragrance of belief’s quarry/ stone as
spilled emptiness gathered at the foot of bled/ axial
breath/ not a trace of lessened/ till noose redeem and/
redeemed by the of no not the of/ in a pit of silenced
voices/ where stun remark is the echo of non-speech/
it climbs/ to touch lights/ to touch embers of flight unto
the one thing that will/ oblivion tongue/ a settled
ashen/ sunk spurious/ dead-centre of/ locked to the
adamant/ the eyes gouged out in the night/ semblant
to touch reclaim again once more it flees/ deepening
the drift of hours demarcated by stillness headless
devour/ a closed fist/ non-else/ non-shadow ever/ no/
yes or no/ sentient demise of toothless wonderment/
the shit rubbed into/ the nose rubbed into the shit of
graceless exist/ beaming as of sun the penetrate of sun-
like density dreaming spasm else what matter/ collapse
and then done what gift to taste/ endless revolt/ as if to
victim called upon/ what/ called upon invigorate where
of this silence dreaming of the silenced pulse of words/
ever-flowing/ gifted by frenzy in a glut of sense
belonging/ (said without)/ carved scarring into the
corpus mind what laughter/ till build of once/ this is
the end-point of which/ it says/ yet ever the assert of
else/ dreaming of the self to follow/ as if other than
parasite/ a maggot’s tooth of claim upon the gilded
traces scattered upon the naught of ever having/ yes
bleeds unknown till of the resurgence no resurgence no

5
hope the candle extinguished/ said with regret/ said
with the certainty of demise/ I steps before the mirror
of ages/ gazes/ there is laughter lung and the breath of
asking for/ till banquet/ spat out/ lingering smoke in a
cancerous lung...

6
#5...

...a death chamber an orifice of/ sky of/ recompense of

scarlet absenteeism/ till trace of lack and bitten
obsolete/ here sits the lash/ the absurd lock/ the
doorway/ the room/ open space of the infinite/ still yet
of the grasping to the railings in the piss-streaked snow
of viral vibrations/ unspoken as of dreaming/
nocturnus come to claim of the redeem/ a point from
which/ speaking no not a chance no not a word yet to
have been spoken/ not in any given vice of speech nor
carve of dislocation/ it spills out of the yet/ else/ in the
reclusion of the in-dream/ the banality sings to some
highest pitch sickening the inept grasp for silence
reduced to words/ limpid words/ yet/ basking in the
emptiness of simulacrum/ of the moistened limbs/ the
simulation pisses upon the origin and the origin does
not survive/ whispers traces given dissipate/ a coil of
absent recreation following on from/ acetate collects
the bones/ pared speech/ the inherited trace unto/ else
all the while a figment of/ the essential none of being/
the skins tacked the fence posts are a jackal’s tears/
cries from the deep/ fucked frozen nights what matter/
bleeding out the wrists of tidal/ time nothing/ felt/
non-felt/ frozen atrophic/ words collapsed seek the
solace of being pinned down/ yet/ it/ I has lied/ I will
not redeem where absent eye discloses breath/ scratch
scrape/ throttle of/ flame none/ paralysis of breath/
dead winter centre/ scars passing through scars/ all
symptoms eradicated but the for the persistence of/
aching from out of which unto given from out of given/
as if to say/ tuning the point to beyond fever pitch/
non-communicative/ a frock coat/ empty stars of the
unknowable...

7
#6...

...in a judder of ice/ bleed sped/ collapsed/ traceless

the footsteps taken/ foraging yet of the paradox of
climb/ sucked dry as a cadaver’s eyelid-eye-defecate/
bled still yet further from till mock/ excise of sudden
harsh/ brick wall staring back at absence/ in which to
view in or from having viewed/ distant light/ breathless
disregard/ for the one that curdles in speech and sucks
the valiant of/ given or else of timeless scattering of
orchids/ gardenias/ upon the fragrant corpse/ I-sung/
eye none/ I asks/ it cannot follow I’s else/ delirium X./
no contest/ the widow tears the bones from the sky/ to
trace across the flesh of beaten disrememberance/ the
tide of which/ oceanic/ scatters salt upon wounded
bodies/ the flesh exposed/ sharp-shock-crimson/ as if
there had ever been other than.../the viper of night
does not recollect/ spent cries hug the whispers/ the
next till none/ speech scattered from out of none/ milk
streaked with blood/ the else with crimson/ I dies/ I
recollects yet cannot it/ bodies blackened by the hearse
tongue of/ words like/ embers like/ words like nothing
ever known/ all/ in an evisceration of fleshed sung
birth of less fucked by the collapse of breath/ savoured
perhaps/ till given stray/ to mock the film of light
upon/ still eaten by the presence of soil beneath the
bare feet/ I sinks to ground upon the knees/ begs for
the no/ or of the nothing yet to follow on from/...

8
#7...

...I consecrates the/ night’s intrinsic teeth/ breaks none

from spasm lock/ jaw bone/ asks/ not a.../ retort/
begins again as if to pace the circular plane/ ice felt in
a given shadow/ a vibration of/ non-head wrapped in
butcher’s paper/ this is the sky/ (it speaks)/ smeared
out unto black as of a canvas smeared clear of
colourings/ the a-bask blood settles in a gift of fist/
piss-weak the harvest of some internal refuge/ clear as
wind breaking from the silence ever felt/ yet echo/ echo
of slim chance/ chances/ blinded of/ by/ braille
seasons of ever-search yet none to follow/ still in spite
of which the following on from/ a-bask/ consecrates
the night’s sky with rank blood/ burnt bones/ of which
the eye knows nothing/ reduced/ scattered remnants
of what it once was to be/ a sudden stun/ in a
momentum of grace/ given as/ shedding no tears for
tomorrow’s onslaught/ it’s just beginning/ (it was
said)/ sky-light align break not haven asking of/ spill
or destitute/ or/ spill of destitute essence of which
there is none/ X.-ed out/ till/ I of which/ I retreats and
is eradicated/ such is the given of the blind light the
reek of death in a carrion wind/ not a/ never to move
beyond once tasted/ a sharp scar deliverance from the
precipice of nothing/ aches without/ feels lack yet
sense of/ as if removed from the/ ache without lack/
lack or else or of the other of/ reclaimed else is a mirage
of purposes/ purpose/ absent/ intrinsic/ reduced to
that defecate/ the skinned walls there are no walls to
taste/ ever the splice/ the price of asking as if to/ no not
a bloody chance/ dance/ effortless/ so it is said yet who
listens to the vapours/ the traces/ carry on/ (it is said)/
as if to recommend the process/ when there is none/
vortices and the stench of shadows colliding in a/
beyond the circumference where all takes the place of/
in the midst of plane there is nothing/ all/ there is of
the else/ there is of the fragment of bone/ fucked/ into

9
the silent oblivion of eye...

10
#8...

...in-lacerate of earthly body welt of/ breaking oceanic

emptily abounding/ all scar and nothing left/ bankrupt
voice cannot accommodate the/ I feels the extraction of
fingernails in the open eye viewing the landscape
breathed in and out becoming dis-becoming/ there are
rats in the hollowed socket of the mind’s expel/ ash to
taste mixed with a symphonia of drowning
approbation/ the silken trance/ the subtle wreckage/
jack-knifed upon the rocks of bleak and absence/ so
spelled it was/ it out/ I feels the liver’s sacrifice/ + 1/
silence/ no never silenced/ ever the blade to the throat
of things/ it ceases to matter/ (balks just the same)/
no/ no skin left/ pared away by bloodied fingers all the
while the eye afloat in a rank of piss reek and/ the fill
drank of the conglomerate none till nor or from/ it
slides/ I cannot/ slides deft the obsolete silhouette
upon the landscape/ life may not live but it bucks like a
fucking mule/ no no jury/ not a....../ from season’s else
of spoken yet/ dreaming/ in-dreaming of the else/
circular/ as logical as/ shit...

11
#9...

...I see-saws/ observes the laughter of/ bite of sky-

mind/ riddled bones of all purpose shelved/ shed/ the
film the coating of the breath upon cold glass/ the else
of blind spoken like a true vacancy of prayer/ shakes
the head begins for nothing/ having been nothing in
the climb/ the rocks rolls back to the foot of the hill
begin again/ or lay there/ take the death of I of which
is the silence of ever to commence/ terse rapture the
stun pulp of flesh no question asking/ of the dead
centre centre-dead/ a zero point of disembowelment/
shattered/ emptinesses building in the clogged throat/
through the balk of/ an empty dry reaching/ starving
out the light in an amorous dark/ scuttle else of it yes
no no nothing/ breaking from fear unto no nothing/
dead centre point in delirium of shed/ bones for the
knacker’s yard your silences please your overtures/
skinned less than for the price of the coins upon the
eyes of any given moment/ any given trace rescinding
the placement of being striking out/ yet unto what/
failure and the mock-tooth grin beneath the eyelids/
the zero eye of utter blank no dark no light merely static
of knowing nothing other than the none or else/ flip a/
it will/ meanwhile petals open unto/ blood mesh of
scarlet streaked with violent blue lights/ amber hues of
the sky of something other than/ an interstice of fractal
fragments of dusts colliding with the.../ the intestines
spraying shit upon walls transparent walls/ a cataract
of blind leading the way of the blind/ the other than...

12
#10...

...in an extraction of bitten unbecoming/ vast/ night’s

elixir is further night/ an end point of none/ taste/ taste
the whip/ the cracked jaw bails into further nothing/ it
is the ever-echo lack of/ rank meat to fling at the
illumined colourings of non-descript/ cracked the
present cannot leak anything other than the naught/
the future is.../ I extinguished/ I extinguishes the pulse
bite/ the no/ the not/ the drunk dawn headless barrage
of exigency/ of exigent/ unbecoming there is the
broken fragment/ chipped bone/ an eviscerated tongue
and the un-speech/ the silence of it/ the language of the
flesh transcends and ends/ is resurgent/ black ice
builds the silver flight into the glint of disappearing
sunlight/ this is the taste/ the drag/ the in-step of a
bare foot in congealed blood/ extinguished all or none/
emptily to close/ from what to build it has disappeared/
nothing recognised/ in final mirror of.../...

13
#11...

...of the deadened tide/ lapse of the blood’s becoming/

still-speech resurgent knock upon as if what if/ as if/
not a word nor a trace of it/ still yet the breaking
shadow across the pared eye’s glimmering/ still yet the
lack/ the biting lack of none/ as if to say/ noted/ it/ I/
bone break and the glimmer of/ no speeches for
tomorrow/ no prayers from the deep/ all said unsaid it
says/ it echoes/ passage from once elixirate/ dead
stun/ marrow’s ooze/ denoted noted lapse all offered
up to the nothing ever-relapse/ I spies with the little I/
said before/ not a chance/ I fades/ dies/ is recollected/
reborn/ in the naught of which/ claim dis-clamour of/
shed light/ reduced to that wandering/ no/ cast off like
so much waste/ the sky’s film coats the earth’s quarry/
the forever exile/ tomb of non-passage/ it/ I/ ennui/
because it/ wandering because it must/ wondering of/
as if to say/ not a chance/corridor where I breaks from
the distance felt never broken from/ shadows flit across
the absent walls/ emblems of/ taste then of the ashen
purpose what purpose/ I’s night is smoke without
origin/ is breath without lung/ the taste of blood from
bleeding gums/ iron/ spittoon of waste/ oppressed by
the longing for the nothing of/ in a vicious occult of/ all
absence longing shredded...

14
#12...

...the I that refuses yet cannot refute it/ the bones that
whisper a tangential circus desolation/ the hands that
wish for no further distance/ receding/ lost in the
empty dead speech of the obliterate of exist/ un-said
yet ever-fluent/ as of/ its skins shed in the half-light/
of a setting sun carving its gait into the facade of the
one who observes the passage of colourings/ the eye
still yet frozen yet/ asking of or other else/ asking of the
yes/no/ death’s X./ a frozen emptiness/ scar tissue of
the sky’s absence of feel/ stitch itch of the callous
invisibility that is not/ that never was nor will ever be/
the purity by which the upturned eye reaches the pivot
point of absence/ stun closed the fingers form no fist/
the one of the becoming else the never else redeemed/
I traces the night’s electrical blindness/ till hilt of
sonorous erased/ reclaimed/ the first spark casts no
blood unto the canvas of skin stretched to the margins
of the soil/emptily the words from which I is never
redeemed/ close the wound/ the blood’s suffocation
will break forth/ no sense for tomorrow/ or the of/ the
else/ in the banality of hope/ where the none claims the
maggot wrench of silenced tongue and words bitten
cleft/ fragments of what was never of any use/ its seals
unbroken/ all the while the etching out of salient and
grin ever-present in the night invisible/ in the nothing
that is yet is not/ in the cancelling out of dark and light
yet is not/ in the static of breath and meat and skin yet
it is it will never to become other than/ what rape for
tomorrow/ the abattoir of which/ the gleaned text
dripping with the cum of nothing that ever was before/
so says the ice and the detrimental/ blockade/ desire/
desire/ fleshed without/ I seeks the sun it cannot/ dead
stun it realises/ not for the matter of what once or ever
not from stitch till climb breaking apart the acrid
frozen flowers apart/ the opened veins a sneer as if
death were escaping from/ no/ as if death were/ a

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vacant wall as if/ blood-smeared/ said without or/ of...

16
#13...

...of the lack/ of the having gone on for/ from which/

fleeting images of/ a sudden lapse as if one never was/
a collision of bankrupt silhouettes dressed in the
outstretched wings of some absent terrain/ wet blood
upon dry grasses/ no sound but the repeditive silence/
iced petals to dress the wound that they cannot/ bleeds
voracious/ unto/ once sung yes once devoured/ the
frenzy of suicide/ asking of it without speech/ dressed
up for the kill yet what of it/ I lies/ a simulation of/
origin’s fatal traces/ in the meat of tearing and yet the
blind resolve what matter/ the distance of which and
the knowing of nothing other than the none/ the
vapours in-between/ else spilling its fuck to any cunt
that will listen/ bites hard the deft reclusion of soil/
rent bones/ purposeless smiles scattered teeth in a
mine/ they shine like diamonds/ in shit/ blessed be the
obsolete/ the oblivion of...

17
#14...

...lapse echo of/ I ablaze/ I/ in a piss-frenzy upon

rotting gardenias/ death masks of the recall/ effortless/
erased/ I defecates upon the bask stretch vulture teeth
of breathing of the other than/ hence as if to/ crack a
bone/ emptily/ corridor of breathless advocate/ I spits
it has no time there is ample time yet none/ it says/ not
a fucking murmur of it/ collectively the bones vibrate/
there is nothing in these hands/ recollect it cannot
recollect/ it/ atrophic time/ tide/ the soil eaten up what
matter of it/ I cannot/ I/ the zero of ablaze/ deaf X./ a
face obliterated/ shards of glass in flesh/ its seals
unbroken...

18
#15...

...kicking convulsive in the reek/ the skinned teeth of

breathless exigency/ tide upon tide of waste/ blinded
by sight/ never a bloody chance from the outset/ sky
tint of scarlet absent of blood’s recollect/ limitless else
found in the laughter pageant of the reflection of/ sky
glint/ shadowy traces exhumed absences/ I locks the
flesh to the bone’s absent emblems/ spill of destitute
silences/ echoes of the dead centre centre-dead/
excessive tears/ the vibrating walls care nothing for the
grief of all/ the knee-jerk reaction of hope no
consolation for the betterment of/ where all is zero
point/ burst stitches of reprieve/ the given absence of
oxygen/ the none of all absorbing all that ever was or
will ever be/ try trace design in a mockery of spliced
light and dusted absent rooms once known/ the trails
from which ever-flowing in the footsteps taken not a
bloody chance from the outset never the fading of/ nor/
in-dream/ in-step/ slow suffocation of the loss of else/
the castrated hands that sought to reach rest curled and
blackened by the absence of feel/ of feeling for in the
night/ yet still the kicking convulsive of/ a meat hook
smile feeding upon the entrail nothingness of blind
cancers/ yet given to speech in spite of/ whether
beneath the breath or vocalised/(unto what/ unto
whom?)/...

(the tide it rises it is the naught the raging unto the

everflowing invisibility of it/ succumbed none/
settling/ never settling/ in the eye that fears not the
final of/ yet does not wish to/ snared to the lock of the
pulse...)

19
#16...

...nothing’s exclamations/ vapours to meld till

unbecom- ing silhouettes/ else climbs to the sparkle/
the top of the sky/ beneath which the earth and I/ the
dead stun of sudden rooted to the spot by the weight of
breath/ cancelled out/ broke shattered/ bone-rind to
collect in the midst of the fall(en)/ iced laughter of
which there is in the midst of none/ tasteless pageant/
rock-a-bye/ I cannot/ never could nor will/ the fingers
dissipate as the black blood coagulates in the midst of
the sun’s lightless excavation/ rots without ever having
been/ in the midst of the exist yes or no what have you/
vapours to taste/ a skinned sense/ raw unto the
nothing which is ever is/ in the midst of/ never fading
as if to get it over with were not enough/ spliced/
breathless till held above or not no not ever/ in
celebrant of vortices/ blank space/ time obliterated in
an instant/ the knee-jerk of else yet scatters the bones
of none’s passage unto/ no consolation of/ no
consequence/...

20
#17...

...blind forage of the else in a gift of poisoned light/

given from the unto spasm none/ shine a light/ the cleft
tongue and the force of gestural/ all placement of/
desire for/ knocked upon from prism light the skulking
in the shadow’s edge/ of/ in the asking of for all
tomorrow’s parties/ in the asking of the self to
unbecome/ unrooted in the non-snare of/ the nothing
of that is no snare +1/ no none +1/ dragging the
unrepentant into the light what light/ spurious as the
absenteeism of/ in the collapse of else what matter/ no
tears for it/ only the grief of having yet again found folly
once again in the banality of hope/ the else that betrays
the transient ground of purity/ iced purpose/ trace
traces of tomorrows/ emblems/ shadowy lack/ cataract
of/ bloodless appeal/ the step and the back-step of it/
stasis/ the illusory gain of ground within the
circumference of naught/ the blind pulse and the
forage of it/ no skies for the love of tomorrow/ the
breath kicked in by hobnail/ scattered ash upon
reckless absences/ and waste ground...

21
#18...

...and so/ as if to close the eye what final/ eye upon the/
eye of which/ in the itch of the redeem/ the serrated
edge of some knee-jerk faculty/ dusted the eyes close
what final or/ of/ where/ absence of sound or voice/
bones stitched together to form the skeletal essence of
else/ songs for tomorrow/ blind-sighted/ a desire
for.../ the desire for/ the deflect of self-reflected/
asunder wrenched/ the pulse meat bulb beating
whether or not/ fades without a whimper/ prayers
from the none given up as else/ voidal currency of
blight/ to the point of which/ the zero point of all/
masked semblances/ the curdle of the eye/ and all the
vapours of which in-between/ collectively the exigency
for the one or the other/ the negation of or the yes
unto/ what words to claim the speech of none or of/
else shines out from the rotten teeth of things that will
never come to fruition/ as none strokes with a familiar
hand/ the skin pared away revealing the flesh of the
matter/ the nothing of the matter/ the stamp/
irreducible...

22
II: Of Dissipating Emblems

23
#1...

...what words for the/ words for the/ empty tombs of

liquid speeches/ traces/ shrapnel of/ shades of
dissipat- ing emblems/ echoes from the stun lack of
zero point/ breaking upon the jocular of silenced/ the
cannot ever be severed/ the settled ash as of insect
trapped in bell jar/ the grip of which never having ever
or/ born of blight/ of nothing’s tint/ reflecting the none
of ever of/ the shrivel of the eye/ in spacial of non-
sound/ the dead hand’s murmur/ the spit/ merely
staining the mirror’s shadow...

24
#2...

...of the silhouette tongue/ bound vast unto the/ yet/

collects the bile of wrenched from naught until/
staggers yet to ask of/ blind-sighted/ there is nothing
upon which to pin the desolate of all/ the vanity of
exile/ (it is said)/ stun lack and the else that seeks unto
exceed/ in the reek of agues/ there is blood perhaps/
yet nothing of it/ what fails is what fails intrinsically/
scattered lights upon broken ground/ emptily to the
tune of that which was or ever if/ was/ silence is all
there be/ the curdling essence is irrelevant/ unto/
unto/ nothing struck upon...

25
#3...

...the murmurs persist/ accentuate the shearing of steel

against steel/ (back-step in)/ uttered / reform/ collect
the black pupil of abstentia/ night forms the darkened
footstep/ the blind step/ nothing ever to be claimed/
still yet the echo-echo broken by/ in-flect/ deaf stun of
broken columns/ words hammer upon the final ice of
breath/ lapse and then of/ walls/ whispers of having
exhaled/ empty the hands offer up the pale blood of/
the non-being of/ endless unto follow from...

26
#4...

...from out of the meat of which/ into/ of/ the nothing

of nor words of relevant/ dice rolled as if to say that
speech/ less or more than that or/ of/ settles the itch of
the redeem/ no nothing of that/ the eyes rolling in the
severed landscape unto the blind sight edge of
recollect/ ongoing/ yes or no/ traces/ traces/ of being
not akin to the/ exist of/ the blind white pitch of/ the
circumference of/ the malign dance of it...

27
#5...

...the stain of emptily/ virus light born of the barricade

of inwardly/ the reek/ exactitude of breath inhaled/
exhaled/ place it/ place being in cups of earth/
drainage from the laughter landscapes of
disappearance/ nothing will proclaim yet cannot be
captured/ oblivion neither laughs nor celebrates the/
fossils of time spent/ of absences/ some nuclei of/
forgotten tomorrows already birthed/ none for the
taking/ else without choice/ bankrupt/ the voicing of
it...

28
#6...

...retort/ no there is no retort to finalise/ hence the

gesture of jester’s bones/ of the marrow of none/ the
shard of unspoken ever to remain a trail of excrement/
the laughter yet biting at a sky that has no texture/ the
impotency against some non-existent/ trapped/ snared
by the lies set forth/ the hands dissipate as do the eyes/
the collective night of silence permeates/ no songs for
tomorrow/ bared teeth glisten in the harvest of some
echoing out/ yet into what/ there is no cupped ear/ no
breath to absolve...

29
#7...

...tides parted/ tomes of flesh torn from a gutter-

blessed nothing of collapse/ all sounds fall away/ only
the vapours remaining/ dissipating/ I tests the waters
every fucking time to find the sear of blood burned
cold/ sound recollected only if or of/ null and void/ the
ticket shredded/ afar/ the destination is forever
nowhere/ only the walls ever listen/ to the breathe-
bleed of words that should never truly be...

30
#8...

...X./ splice of the gathered bones of rotting ice/

trapped words that will forever never see the hour
of/unmasked flight/ of clipped wings/ communicative
excrement/ imprint of throttled sight/ a-bask/ a-bask/
the eyes implode in the lung-warp of breath-non-
speech/ emptily unto foreign what/ want/ traces there
alien to existence/ what fails is adamant/ the silence/
the silence collects the scum of pelts shed/ process of
final ice/ lack/ of the given hand...

31
#9...

...claim lack of words upon/ lack of the ever-else/ the

murmured and the empty speech/ vacuous as tidal-
edge breaking upon the flesh or of it/ broken from/
fractures of light as if the blossom of it were the expel/
blossoming into the piss of this or that/ scattered bones
of the nocturne of the empty tunes of feel/ felt or
forgotten only to recall/ as of/ bitten the core not once
the core bitten/ the blank sheet and the blood’s trace/
X.ed out/ what matter of/ where night consumes and
the biting of the sky is impotent/ still yet/ no route but
in or other/ eradicated still/ unsaid/ no distance left to
trace...

32
#10...

...tightens the bind inescapable dark/ defeat etches its

blade into the flesh of words made blood/ there is
lesion there is silence/ the shrieks from out of which/
utters lest to fall/ climbs yet cannot climb/ steps yet
never once having been or other than/ echoes within
bell jar of/ striate of/ the dissipate of meaning cleft/
what solvent clamour haven breach deaf stun/ till
breathen lack/ broken vital of/ taste of rank sound
birthed forth from the whispers/ the unseen/ the
following on from/ till clear sight erased what sight/
not a trace remaining/ zeroed out...

33
#11...

no nothing of/ through which to/ no not a/ of the eye

no merely nullified/ in procession bled/ closed in
upon/ in stagnate of/ asks of nothing more/ no nothing
more of/ no not following on from ever-nothing/solace
forgotten in ashes cast upon bankrupt/ a sky invisible/
absent of/ in settlement of black light/ sharp discard of
all unto hollow in/ the reek of the un-saying/...

34
#12-

no/ no further asking of/ other than/ no/ voice what

voice/ no not a/ if/ nothing of/ extinguished eye
astray/ as if to have ever-having other than/ witnessed
other than/ in/ of/ another/ another/ onwardly as if it
were/ silent all the while/ nothing still yet solvent/ in
mark/ in seizure collapse of/ if no/ sung seizure
embalm/ upon bankrupt/ yes/ no/ yes or no/...

35
#13-

no further into if/ (regards to it...)/ astray in hand/

shaft-black hollow/ ask what matter/ no further into if/
echo-echo absent now/ thin words that dissipate of/ no
voice/ vacant space/ the imprint erased in silenteeism/
delible/ nothing no longer recognition through/ or of/
in/ no further traces/ distance no/ all distance yes
forgotten/ silenced/ origin yes forgotten/...

36
#14-

lapse non lapse/ utterance relapse undone/ silence

silence knock upon no longer the vapours of/ burned
clear/ not a sound merely simulacrum/ rot sound upon
decay no longer the/ bind white no static yes no dark’s
reclamation of/ the voice devoured/ remnants cast/ yet
untraced returning as if to/ lock unto premise/ premise
no no longer given axial suffocate of word/ what is/
ever if in now/...

37
#15-

viewed from lack of/ or vantage point of

disappearance/ of the blood spent in/ expelled/ in view
of/ naught of/ the lie the dream’s eradicate/ words no
more than traces of a silent realm/ in-dream yet of a
sun long foreign/ walls upon in given laughter tide/
beyond sight/ wilting echoing out into nothing
claiming all/ spitting out the/ silenced by the...

38
#16-

eye of in suspend/ vocal attribute snuffed/ silenced

respond of the silent response/ no longer/ demise what
yet of/ in/ structure fragment structure fade/ done
with long done it cannot be vocalised/ (perhaps the
stripped skin of animal a-breathe/ collective/ raw
embers upon)/ no nothing/ no glimpse in that and so
back to endless silent/ blind cataract of breathe/ spill
upon/ negated/...

39
#17-

bleak yes the word/ out where there the word bleak yes
the/ silenced/ no nothing more of the trail from/ the
absent from/ erased/ lights fragments a clear film of
shadowing/ in the whisper of as if/ if the whisper were
as if/ unto/ wall of sky a backdrop of nothing/ lights
fragments deemed to be/ vocalised/ and yet unsung/
collapsed voice/ the/ uttering none/...

40
#18-

the voice seeks distance beyond/ which/ stray bite

upon absent air/ the subject shears it has no image
collective/ impales the eye/ eye recoils into silence/
echoing out yet it clasps the severed light cast upon
through eye upon/ through absent definition/ mere
sound and the breath’s recoil from out of which/ the
voice seeks/ the words of which a breath erased/...

41
#19-

the bite it is the/ stone lack/ fades from out of design/

grasps yet from point of/ fails dry speech of retort of/
unto/ voice no/ clamour yes/ bite a-breathe of seek
what matter/ nothing more vast nor detached than/ as
if/ what matter if/ subtle/ violent/ inept/ spills from
the lung of speech rot through of eye’s lock/ drift what
clear/ in severance tide/...

42
#20-

ocular roving of in-speech/ of speech retract/ buckles

under no not of/ emptily/ piss upon dead embers/ as if
to enflame no not/ breath aligned no not of/ in or of/
there are fragments of till waste/ spoken/ burnt black/
clear as liquid undefined/ in the face of/ what this/ of
this/ trace yes or no/ sunk spasm of cerebrum recoil/
eye/ un-eye/ in the dark/ rummaging finding only
further/ unquantify/...

43
III: Of the Dead Airs

44
#1...

...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 back 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 of it/
exhale all done/ nothing no not a claim or/ distances to
inhale/ spoken of without clarity/ long night of the
dead airs/ nocturnes/ for the absent...

45
#2...

...not a step for the/ not a sound for the following after/
the in-step of breathe and the a-bask in shadowing/
blind flight else/ no nothing of it/ collapsed into the
back-step where the fields rot and dissipate/ the veil of
the sun’s light casts blank upon/ I sees the wall’s
appearance/ blessed un-sound and the collective
speeches of nothing ever/ shearing away the essence
what songs for the none of tomorrow/ noose/ view
point/ zero/ the light is black the pulse of which
grieving of the exist that be/ the cracked bone leaks the
foliage of the forgotten absolute/ here now and forever
after/ vapours that come and go/ fade to absent
traces...

46
#3...

...how it never was/ ever was or was not or/ ice-pick

stylus/ the cleft blood bleeding of its wilt/ all sudden as
of ash/ dissipatory clasp and the forgotten that will ever
be/ in the reek/ the assuage/ dead stun a collapse of
lungtish colourings/ for example cerulean/ crimson/
night of the long hearse tongue/ a carousel lack’s
presence in the skull/ viewed from the without/ the
eradicated obsolete/ the claim of naught unto which all
thought must necessarily rage/ if it is to/ survival then/
no no choice what of the matter/ the fingers reach for
the throat/ meat is meat/ rots of/ so matters what of
the matter of it...

47
#4...

...excessive none/ the hours claimed lacking

punctuation/ the screen fades in and out of speech/ the
light peals through given arrest/ in a jolt of excavation/
this is not no longer of the/ dead evacuate/ burning to
the ground the essence of which lacks the essence of/ I
asks of the whittled pulse/ places one foot/ no/
hesitantly/ it approaches/ I has been mis-.../ from the
commence/ rots like acrid flesh/ songs sung aloud
lacking answers/ cancer of the breath that breathes
upon the words given up for sacrifice/ in spite of the
empty speech clinging to the heels/ as if to/ fuck off it
says/ unto the last/ dry sands emptily sieved/ neutral
nothing exceeding dark and light...

48
#5...

...slides yes again/ no bitter herb/ trace electrifying of

absence/ the nothing reached for as if to/ of/ or/
sudden once more/ breathless.../ ice without/ negation
of reach as if what was or/ I inhaled the blind bones of
purpose/ gathering in the poisoned flowers of what yet
what/ what deaths for the morrow’s edge/ the scattered
light/ head none vortices of else/ words pissing their
frugality into the blind winds/ cut through with sheet
glass rain and broken terse/ no more the stepping for/
not more abject for of it/ slides yes again/ as if to/ I
collapses into a field of carcass kisses/ not a trace of
grass/ enshrouded by...

49
#6...

...the eye that zero claimed/ in the dense light of it/

brace upon/ ever was/ bitten by the X +1 of blind and
the open wound stretched wide/ red light to pierce the
settlement of headless barrage of non-being/ dense
bled of else/ (as if to...)/ I feeds the dead barrage of
silken distancia/ here we find the scattering of wings
broken as of wilting petals upon bloody sands/ the last
flight of freedom from a mass of un-being/ razors to
extinguish flesh/ mortal blood like piss...

50
#7...

...I lapses into the give or take or of/ headless the

broken bodies clasping for the reach where naught
abounds/ sudden red rash of vacant words/ of the
given none of the above/ all shadows cast/ breathless
by design/ or/ meat to tear/ bloodless rupture and the
spleen of empty land- scapes/ I dies of the/ it cannot
only/ it cannot seem to/ it does/ it cannot/ nor/ the
nocturnes burn the breath of the be-ing/ dead stun/
amber lock/ not a fucking breath...

51
#8...

...eye spies with a little eye/ like a withered fruit/

broken tombs of teeth unearthered/ there are graves
for one and all/ unless/ death mocks the yet it does not/
it cannot/ I mocks in the yet that will not/ and...

52
#9...

...whispers of no longer the/ bitten by/ ache lest there

be nor of/ traces of exigency/ the hands coated with
blood/ an in-suicide of teeth biting at the night’s sky
that will not/ nothing/ and the forgotten shame that
cannot be forgotte/ night begets its absentee children/
clamour for/ nails in wooden/ whispers no longer the/
black ice/ the dissipating salve...

53
#10...

...I spits on this/ that ever was/ that will ever be or of/
the reflect of none in the liquid mirrors of gilded
claims/ in dense accord/ mocked by the sun that yet
cannot nor it/ jocular the faded punch-line offered that
flayed as the endless night flagellates/ the scum-dark-
light/ carousel of breath/ the meat-bone indescribable
sense/ cleft yes unto negation/ naught echoing out/
echoing in/ silenced then/ and for what or yet/ of
what...

(I pares away to the bone/ not a trace of regret/ not

a...as if to barter with/ sung purpose of the lie/ the
collapse into...drained fissure of/ no longer the...it is a
lie...words empty teeth of sands dragged ashore by
ocean’s laughter/ broken upon the rocks/ finally...)

54
IV: The Redundant Pulse

55
#1...

...in collapse of the/ being without substance/ ever-is/

being off or on or/ of the off the on or of/ silenced yes
yet in an instant’s claim/ blood to flow in shadow’s ice/
not a trace of anything else when given lacks/
unrepentant/ as if life ever were/ being the ever-
becoming/ ever-falling asunder/ else-blind a scattering
through having in or of/ settles yes/ foreign as the
spoken given of/ through acrid yes/ acrid night without
origin/ as if to continue were/ blind-sighted cataract of
hope dispelled/ a vacant eye remaining/ the wilt tilt of
essence blood in light barricaded sound no speech
climb/ yes/ fall yes/ yes all/ asunder fallen unto edge
of precipice silence/ plural none/ sarcophagus tidal/
resumes commences blind as said before/ in the grit of
being never leaving absences to taste the skin of the
dawn/ cut close/ here now and the forever after/ in the
stun lack/ the wilting blood’s unweave/ substance lack
ever-is/ substance what/ cold endless the stretch of/
outscape of landscape given to fall to graven/ a noose/
the violence of disregard/ the pulse nullified/ often...

56
#2...

...nullified/ as if to be/ the/ were/ what/ absolved of/

obsolete/ ice wind of death’s abrupt drawn out vagrant
climb lacking distance/ pulse in then/ no longer the
variable shadow upon broken ground/ ashen as/ swept
away it returns/ in this/ this barren cult of space
exhumed/ the spit in the eye/ the reserve unto eclipt/
better to abandon to the none of it the speechless
soundless collapse/ burning then without/ in the
echoing traces of non-being/ severed of pulse/
profusely/ in the fucked skull light of nothing to behold
any longer/ sightless/ yes/ no not boundless/ in the
refusal of/ asking of the headless else/ the dreaming of/
psychosial benevolence and the itch of the skin/ the
flesh forever wanting/ the flesh forever pissing upon its
own actuality/ of this that is or the this that cannot
withstand the is of pulse-beat being other than it has/
there or other that has been/ redundant/ yes/ sparkle
no nothing in the collapse of the/ there none/ stone
dead as/ breathing no yet being/ in the violence of all
that has never been/ ever yet will/ skulls like fallen
fruits littering the/ self-erasing pathway...

57
#3...

...vacancy before the blade/ of which/ in pulse of light’s

barricade/ variable/ a doorway/ nothing claimed
nowhere to run to/ redundant in terms of clotted eye/
spilling the oceanic/ dry run of the blood spilling its
excrement into the/ not a trace/ having begun harvest
of the tomorrow-silence/ the silence ever/ in the none
of disposed of/ dragged hence or of into/ a pit of lime
the birthed into/ futility of breath-blood soldered night
claiming the flesh in the miniscule of a day’s
disappearance/ all said the shadow’s align/ bodily
reject/ no fucking choice/ the redundancy of
atmospheric/ of the here now and forever sufferance/
the slashed flesh the opiated death/ skinned of
purpose/ choices/ choices/ the laughter bails out from
Serengeti landscapes/ toxic as the obsolete/ the sun
rising viewed from an electric screen/ it will not be
taken back/ nor will the being of it/ the being in/ the
suffocating fall from out of which the birth of further
nothing/ no none else to fall from out of which/ stasis/
a collective shed of flesh of breath would be preferable/
dense as/ not a trace not a sound/ to challenge the
silence that has/ destroyed...

58
#4...

...screams yes ever heard unheard of/ an echoing from

the silence that is/ not a trace of erasure/ a filigree of/
blind light’s desolate abort/ lock night of endless/ all
speech dissolved/ the snare of flesh in the given of
which that has been railed against/ the mind in the
centrifugal incapability to absorb itself/ here is the
dead lung of/ the dead speech of/ empty words that
bind the collective isolation of all/ sign upon sign
cancelled out/ essences long forgotten/ the step and
the here/ there or hereafter onward into/ blind climb/
this is the shit of/ the excremental dreaming of contact/
this is of the now and the distance of communicate/ in
the resonate of nothing/ given/ the pulse all the while
asking for time’s absent asking of/ this is the dissolve/
there is no sun in the mind of it ever-mindful/ the blank
stone lash of it collapses no/ in the devour of selves and
the intricate death there is nothing left/ hollowed out
yet raging unto/ being no nothing and being nothing/
the veins are blackened children never having been
observed by anything other than abyss/ redundant
now/ blood unto/ a stale joke told long ago/ the punch-
line of which long forgotten...

59
#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...

60
#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 it 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...

61
#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.../ no not a.../ foreign convulsive
spasm of the murm- uring 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 acid 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...

62
#8...

...ocular roving throughout 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 wilts 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 the return
from steep/ the on-step/ blank stone of eye peering out
into unto/ nothing more...

63
#9...

...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...

64
#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...

65
#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/ it cannot 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...

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#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 a
tint of/ nausea all/ blood to taste/ a throat slashed/
inverted shimmering...

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#13...

...the glint in eye of naught be the/a spot-light

searching the common ground unshared/ else evades it
cannot evade the shadow clasp the incision tint of/
vapours arising from the cleft design the word the
absence of word/ unlike/ gifted the skin of it closes
around the meat of the asking of forever to be free of it/
slash mark then of none from the intrinsic/ intrinsic
none of which there is nothing it cannot be/ it/
breathless given up to the sky it will surely bleach the
landscape the bones of which illumined/ light what
light/ dark what dark/ static abounds in the collective
sense where nothing can be or than the final tide/ the
absurd sudden of/ trace trace what spill-accord/ blood
to let shit to evacuate piss to flow freely as the absence
of the exactitude of whispers unto the nothing/ black
vault unsaid it/ chamber destitute the collapse of eye of
else/ else lacks the fixture by which/ it cannot/ it
sustains yet it cannot/ the none obliterates yet it
cannot/ eye-lock/.../ dense accord what of the vision
cleft disregarded minced scattered to the raven’s tooth
ever-awaiting/ landscape 1/ other than/ landscape 2/
breathless pageantry of given intricacy/ the point of
which no measuring resides other than in/ none speaks
freely/ harbours nothing/ expels nothing/ there were
never any claims of which from the outset...

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#14...

...vacant blood of redundancy/ taste-taste/ ocular’s

invert until or/ the mock tongue lapses between
unspoken and the broken tablets of language/ blood
clamours for the distance ever from/ no not a trace of
the herein/ bask in alcove silences of the given of else/
spat at with virulence/ cast to the emaciated jackals of
the night/ spoken of yes or no/ spoken none not a trace
in the azure sky streaked with scars/ exactitude of
none/ all abounding/ broke bones of ice-clad being/
ever-hollow/ as if to.../ this is no sun no given chalice/
not a/ even the blood is reluctant to flow from the
pulse-bulb of/ ache spasm lock abounding/ spurious
silences the taste of the whip the barb in the flesh
collapsed being/ as if to burn were not enough/ none of
obliterate/ dug ditches of lime in which to falter/ not a
trace for the.../ else also nothing it has no roots/ not a
breath in the sky will be of the redeem/ all of the blood
the blood coursing will never recede/ all flesh is
barren/ it mocks the glimmer in the eyes of the teeth/
all said or no of the whispers tracing out from out of the
original sound without origin/ language without sense/
the ever-inarticulate eye/ divorced of all/ from all/ yet
in/ as if/ does it/ without sense can it/ the will’s
contradict/ eye cuts itself it bleeds it feels ferocity of it/
it/ pisses upon the aptitude yes/ yet what of it no/
vacant blood of redundancy/ ocular’s invert until or of/
bled out a foreign sky’s exact appeal...

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#15...

...dereliction breath of absolve from/ iced shadowing

unclear cut from a cloth rarer than skins stretched in
the sun light/ essence of vein calling out unto the grace
that never was/ what now/ asked of/ spilled tines of
murmurs collapsed rhythm/ here/ there/ or forever
after/ a spinal column of toothen words emptily as of
blood/ the blood which sustains/ poisons/ is rent
asunder in the glimpse of flesh that being be/ other
than what spectacle/ dead zone now/ wastage of the
bone’s being/ echoes of non-being in the lapse the
sweat of it/ dry sounds evaporating/ shit kicked from
the hung mouth the gouge of gait/ it has/ been/ what
of till next what of the black it/ the other it/ not a/ eye
perceives yet cannot see further than the approaching
onset/ the none claiming all that was/ is/ ever cast unto
the emptiness/ dead stun/ approximate/ so go the
bones the amber light lighting the sky as if to say that it
could/ in excreta the birth(en) of/ dry the eyes it has
begun/ it will continue/ a slash across the eye to trace
the hung light’s exigency/ done yes there it goes sing
tra-la-la/ fallen now/ yes/ no words to console/ in rip
of desolate/ other than the else of cataract/ counting
down the hours/ raging all the while/ unto naught...

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