Daily Archives: July 3, 2017

till then- by Michael Mc Aloran

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I/

death cast

violent as the unknowing of it

all/

unspoken

sheared/

skinned

of the next till then

the breath broken in the half-light

my unseen

traces of naught

I/

nothing of

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From ‘All Stepped/Undone’, published 2013, Oneiros Books…

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circus- by Michael Mc Aloran

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of the burnt bones and yet

the circular eye/

(absurdly)

in the drapery of

tears

sing gladioli

I shit

my skull my starry death

into a vault of

the redeem…

steel held

combustion of heart

burnt black

the scar’s breath given to take from absent lung

circus of clear blood

asking of the never/ more…

bound cries fettered by the obscene silence cleft still

till stillness

claimed/ undone

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From ‘All Stepped/Undone’, published 2013, Oneiros Books…

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what will- by Michael Mc Aloran

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the night’s claim

sudden as

restless death in fields of shattered glass

and the reek of air

lest shadow be/

I asked of

the cadaver mist of silences absences

(claimed/ yes or no)

I take from the dogs what will/ what will feeding/

feeding

fucking the life

from the idle light’s

indifference

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From ‘All Stepped/Undone’, published 2013, Oneiros Books…

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abounding- by Michael Mc Aloran

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(in)skin of none/

embers   final

and the balk of

despair’s cleft/ obscene

the dregs the taste of swollen eyes (O)piated

the fields close around the throat of fist I/

left to scarring

redolent

of the breath irredeemable

trading bone dice

for shadow’s bound and winds to know

I spy/ kaleidoscope

the infinite

I am of the none/ stun abounding

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From ‘All Stepped/Undone’, published 2013, Oneiros Books…

Michael Mc Aloran was Belfast born, (1976). He grew up in Co. Clare. He is the author of 16 collections of poetry, prose, prose poetry & poetic aphorisms. His most recent book, ‘longshadowfall’, was published by Editions du Cygne, (FR)…

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& if shame by David McLean

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a pointless except to remember, because pain is a deft teacher – & evil & wrong just a bad, an obnoxious. & a pillow is razors & offensive – here are the slow gods, their tedious prayer a huge forgiveness. night is a truculent vampire inside me, & day a fighting dog happy. here we assemble a huge absence, a dead flower. time is a cigarette in my pregnant fingers, i stub it into nothing; it is not important. you are whatever eternity is &, i can save existence for your every instant.

here is a great silence arrogant as absence – words are scissors & innocence, & i can tell you, Emma, where every god is always missing there is no such thing as distance – the world folds a caterpillar, a cocoon – which is whatever it is that love is.

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between my ribs by David McLean

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lives inexorable empty & only you there, & that only fragments & dust. every temporary being we shed like skins no longer needed because they have forgotten their meanings. the sun is in the heaven her psychotic dance – she moves so slow i barely notice & light is there for hurting. thus here is the abject, the leaf in me arrogant as every other answer ever.

still you protect me from morning & its swords, its murders, the psychopath sun. i might say i contain multiplicities once, but i am Celt so none of them get on very well together & we only want to burn down the world & zombie dentistry, illusions &, to sing love ugly & very much out of tune. 

between my ribs every word forgotten. there is a terribly patient suffering, it waits for the sun to come back, it is the same…

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rowing by David McLean

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it might have been Anne’s terrible rowing
going nowhere 

under the ice, under the water –
it might have been new oceans, 

Emma, scars & Bodhidharma dancing –
everywhere else is absence

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Details of David McLean’s various books % chabooks at http://mourningabortion.blogspot.com/ & http://davidcmclean.wordpress.com/. A ninth full lenght is due from Antiseptic Press & called EMMA FOREVER. These poems are from that book http://podphotopodmore.wixsite.com/antiseptic

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Emma today by David McLean

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Emma today i ascended to you,
a tiny frog crossing a road
hopeful.

i do not care that god is
nowhere, i have you to dream
meaning in me 

instead of worthless
freedom. your fingers
live behind my eyes:

it is time

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Details of David McLean’s various books % chapbooks at http://mourningabortion.blogspot.com/ & http://davidcmclean.wordpress.com/. A ninth full length is due from Antiseptic Press & called EMMA FOREVER. These poems are from that book http://podphotopodmore.wixsite.com/antiseptic

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& always you by David McLean

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there is this anxious night & always you i cannot precisely see. Emma i wait as always & love is in me a helicopter, a bizarre computer, a remote control. beauty is not my fault & i am a naked man trudging through snow & happy are the fires that burn distances, the slow rise of the sap to leaf the trees a meaning.

i need you a diagram an equation to show me the precise possibility of love & jungle. here is your word, Emma, here is the anxious that cripples us, night & dust. i forgot i do not wait, we wait together & you must give me your anxious like an innocent illness so i can return it love to make it taste like nothing, the most lovable perfectly normal everyday suffering.

& you are the best of me forever, my blood my marrow, the idiot scars…

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