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Thursday 8 May 2014

A Preview of 'THE ZERO EYE' (Oneiros Books)


…so stirs the/ hollowed out in vascular unspoken/ a-grace with bleed of the there or else/ of the none/ the broken bones of absences/ traces/ shadows forming in the abscess/ discoloured light/ given to follow/ as if in that or of the which/ spewing forth in cannon reach of absent prosperous aligned/ so roams the eye in coliseum of given dirt/ blood/ subtle as a sliced eyeball/ hence/ no pace the a-lack of turning soil in the dreaming of what still-dredge of given/ taken from out of nothing left to claim/ yet ever onwards/ fettered speeches/ given less than taken from/ hilt/ claim of the whispered obsolete/ till damage season of the withheld/ says it says no no nothing/ collapsed into the splendour of kaleidoscope and venture none/ mocked by the offal of remnants/ settled to fall asunder/ spoken yes unspoken/ silences to obliterate all/ in roomscape of diseased light/ head vast what head/ non-being in the cylindrical of/ all struck spun left to sheer/ pulse shale/ a mimicry of sound/ so stirs the/ as if/ close the wound of it/ closed the coffin lid/ dreaming less or more of it it says/ all the while the amber sudden shock breath the spinning pageant/ shaft/ vault/ and yet the becoming of/ till mockery of meat rescends/ drift/ drift yes of the a-lack alone/ in a given pageant/ it says/ biting still…

…catacomb eye of the seeing of/ the seeing none/ take up thy cross and walk/ as if to speak of it/ the dusts climb the foreign dead walls/ the glint in the eye of the slaughterhouse inherent climbs the spinal tree/ to strike from out of fission some longing some obsolete/ voice yes or no/ the grit in the shadow of the dreamscape prevails/ all as if/ spoken yes/ no nothing yes or no what of the soiled hands that crave the silenced murmuring/ dead stone/ perhaps/ aching to follow on from out of the here or there/ bone bite and the obsolete/ the lack/ kissed by the blood dust of some menagerie/ the teeth in a bind a lock of/ spurious skylines/ what trace left to follow/ blinded by nocturne/ take up thy…/ [exhales]/ tightens the thumbscrews of desire for that which is merely else/ a deathed tide/ the solace of terror/ sung aloft/ yes/ dead stone/ vibrating silence/ one-two-three/ a meat hook stylus/ atrophic clock/ rooting oneself from out of this unto utter dark/ not a trace of being but for the embers/ the accost of/ spit shine of the boot kicking at the cleft arse/ rockabye/ dense as shit the days advance/ traceless yet traceless/ bound by blind/ spitting out the rancid blood of tears/ shadowing/ mock stun of the given else…

…swaying meat/ an overture of silenced/ the dried blood of wounds and the clasp of nothing/ vibration/ yes/ as if it once/ the syringe beauty of the skulled ice/ vermin air/ the asking of as if it were other than/ null/ void/ pennies upon the eyes/ time’s passing/ absence of time/ the stain of bloody words in sands the sands of which devoured/ yet of/ so it is said/ hands dead the virus effigy/ and so it carries/ there is breath through the sneer of teeth what matter what have you/ in an elixir of silence/ (only then/ only there)/ ah the grace is enough it is not enough/ skeletal signs/ the traces of the seen/ bring out your dead your living/ nothing is all// …the fingers bite the skyline/ hence bled there is no other laughter/ collapsed/ collapsed/ head-struck the distance traced/ life no answer/ and yet the burn is this/ given to replicate/ repeat/ echo yes there will be echoes/ such is the lie of having been/ as if recalling were to recall/ in-step/ (laughter)/ the bare foot skeletal skinned of flesh makes impart in dirt// vacancy all/ dead spaces/ the hands absent the voice absent/ the shiv cannot collect the dawning/ drunkenly the whispers of teeth skin the collective waste/ there is none/ naught/ dispersed the collapsed longing for/ in the haven of desire/ till drag of obsolete returns/ voices/ voices/ the hiddeness thronged/ blinded by something that can never be spat out/ will never trickle away like piss/ and so…

 (from 'the hang(ed) light')
…in echo’s chamber/ knock-knock/ dread stirring/ closed fist/ inebriate of solace tide/ where cleft alone bites the majesty of none/ of the dementia of X./ the black weight of all devoured/ shadowy nocturne of the bleed’s escapade/ give or taken/ spent light of the hung’s dissolve/ scattered skins scattered by the breeze/ all sight eradicated/ re-birthed/ back then till emptily/ sunk sight/ a butcher’s caress/ concrete kisses still the edge till nothing else/ becoming of the sight by which the dream exhales/ all strung together/ iced white/ diseased the words clamour of the hung light/ fleshed abandon in deserted rooms lacking desire or/ hence given to unfold/ dissipated wounds resurfacing unto/ claim claim of some foreign absenteeism/ knock-knock/ no answer/ the door is the wind’s promise of all else/ other than this/ as if it could be followed/ as still the shadow’s edge collapsed/ tidal immensity of murmurs lacking any merit/ screams that turn to dust as soon as they escape/ walls that peel of the solace nothing/ fleshless/ the black weight of/ no nothing ever/ not a trace/ fragments perhaps lacking traces/ transparent as the film coating the roving eye/ bitten by the dusts of collapse and final/ such is/ ever was…

…havoc spliced/ erased/ sight withheld/ barren/ a taste of ashes upon lips of an absent poverty/ desolate/ in-dreaming/ wilt of the dead sheen and the asking promise of it/ (again)/ back at it once again/ stepping alone what fathom/ for the grace of/ fallen from/ stitched the eye/ vicariously/ lips that ember amber/ spinal the uproot of colours/ the skulk of nothing yet will come/ settled/ dredge wilderness/ spit of the blood’s appeal/ drunkenly/ tearing the eye of it from out of socket/ this is the stance the bled/ the acrimonious/ a taste of absenteeism/ shit unto dust/ blind-speak/ a fathom lock/ the broken locks of a door emasculated/ this is the dead speech/ there are the wild flowers of the fields to rent unto petals of blood/ flowing yes or no/ back-held till obsolete/ a-dream/ birthed/ broke/ erased/ collapse then from out of/ gathering again the bones of silences/ riddle or not of this/ sea a-dream/ some oceanic/ this is the pulse/ asking of these walls/ their cylindrical purpose/ echoes/ bones again what yet again/ trace the lack/ what is happening/ nothing is happening/ smoke escaping beneath a doorway/ its seals unbroken in the hanged light… 

…afar now/ what/ the want/ amber sheen of light what of the commence of it/ given/ ah fling the bones to the dogs it says/ scatter the orchid breathe of given un-tomorrows/ where splice and dream exist/ do not exist/ lunged of the spurious skyline/ let them feed/ the choke in the breathe of it will extend its teeth/ grinning firstly/ shat/ given to the task of it/ of the hollow skull/ sinew of disregard/ nothing ever was and will forever the respite be/ the bite in the membrane subtle as a snare of/ asked of all that will/ in the blue hour of some silent disregard of yet/ pace/ pacing/ hollow bones drained of marrow/ cadaver whispers and yet all’s to climb beyond/ (as if one could)/ in the fatality of the none/ obliterated/ tongues to lack and the breath to sever through the obsolete sign/ make an ending of it/ this is the death of breath it says/ what says/ it cannot be discerned/ here is the pissoir of the sky and here is the abattoir of the swaying hands of time/ boned the dead flesh is quarry/ (splice/ non splice)/ the winds gather/ there are seeds to cast upon barren ground/ no hope/ the candle blown out… 

The Zero Eye is available from Oneiros Books here

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