“Meat Sequence” (After Francis Bacon/ 2014)

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1…fleshed sequence shadow meat/ once/ all at once yet no/ nothing in shadow meat’s align/ the blood calm as untold mimicries/ by sense devoured the meat devoured/ informed by the light which is not meat yet of/ pageantry else yet too/ meat traces meat it is the sun of nothing/ the sum total of nothing in/ none for the sequential of becoming once/ in/ the totality of lack strips emblems from meat’s winds/ head stun yet other than/ bone structures to end the sum non-total total/ swims in/ blood meat’s current/ lapses no/ suffers blind unto the white of the eye’s flame it in the reflective of/ ache lapse it is of the/ unreality of the/ meat sounds its purposeless in the night/ the un-given of/ the / dalliance is with sky/ is a jester’s promise/ where only else resides…
2…meat unto collapse/ stead lapse/ the lung’s abort in headless barrage the head is/ traces the/ meat’s sarcophagus is the light surrounding/ the forms that bind the subject-object/ being in this from onset’s claim/ the stripping down of/ in gradual of irreversible/ meat does not climb it cannot/ it/ blind limit of/ in/ in conflict there its sense fed to the/ nausea all in the face of/ the sunken eye divulged of meat/ the meat that is the figure’s construct/ gallowing from bone/ opulent the sickness-pity for/ from unsung/ carved out of/movement through nothing the flesh/ clamouring/ cascading yet inward and then yet none/ the laughter of the meat is silent/ the its’ cajole/ meat’s blood spills out of vacuum presence/ meat is not void the head is void in conflict there the meat devoid of/ un-sound…
3…the piss/ cum/ shit of celebratory nothing/ the ruptured meat weeps from the skin’s bind/ bound upon as if it/ or/ in that/ celebratory excavations before the foot of none/ meat’s saving graces in ejaculative/ voidal/ or the introspect of needle/ cunt penetrate/ rectal/ the mutilation of/ meat is the worst possible beginning-ending/ it/ other than/ the head lopped off sings to the solar anus of the eye’s mind percept/ though of or or/ not from the give or the taking from of flesh/ is it/ the head is bone the body boned yet/ unto the sky there is no end it perceives the flesh null and void/ yet in the meat of the percept/ even the fault of which applies/ the whole is not correct merely because it is of the exist/ it does not burn unless it is set to/ light…
4…object of/ scar tissue silences/ yet/ meat stings of the echo-wound/ the bound devour of in/ meat has forgotten/ the head as object desires the other it/ all stripped/ sung from the broken amulets of memory’s shades of silent wasteland/ yet the meat/ still scarred/ collapses under the weight of/ consumption/ because it be/ it can yet be other/ it cannot be other than without choice/ the meat sings blood and sense yet it does not sing of final/ meat is arbitrary/ it sings in pleasure yet it does not sing aloft/ but in the expulsion of desire/ in which none is known/ terms wishes granted it/ dragging out the carcass of it into the light flaying the spectral knowledge/ the meat suffers/ it is a rabid dog in the midst of silence/ seeking to be annihilate/ yet…
5…fleshed on in-step/ bled from/ what is it/ this/ in this is felt yet no/ not of/ in animus of collective taste/ the bleed of asking yet/ bound to/ the face’s demolition/ the smearing of/ hence it lacking identic/ special all as if reverberating sound in cylindrical/ yet meat’s taste is of the flesh it/ sombre ash in the guts/ in the defecate of that already final/ as for the mock bind of sex the interchange and shift of parameter/ meat still yet entwined in the tint of desire’s persistent edge/ all spun together between the animal and the/ obscenely bound to the nothing that is/ if/ where from yet in grip of marrow beneath the flesh’s desertion in/ else never truly penetrating/ the cock lacking the hyenic bone will/ legs splayed/ a cunt exposed/ a rectum/ skinned the purpose of in the thrust of meat and the beckoning void/ of it…
6…the escape from flesh/ momentarily through flesh the loss of being in/ subtle cataract of none/ escapade of/ the blood coming to the eyes the cum coming to the fore/ blind-sighted/ then/ yes or no/ base flesh and the blood-red passage through night/ in machinate of/ over again as if to/ yet never the escape from/ not conscious deliverance nor conscious bite/ having bitten the wick between anguish and desire/ chased by the none of exigency and lack/ of final edge and of/ red raw yet no/ of the blood no unless asked of/ the flayed will reduced to ashen/ scar scar a long the indent of emblem bitten dredge/ the frenzy of/…/all the while the meat slowly erased/ in definite stead/ the sense of final and over and again/ until/ bled out from circus tint of blood/ bone lack…
7...the Figure’s lock in conditioned space/ cylindrical or no yes or no the smear/ the face obliterated/ frozen/ fleshed and death-like frozen in parameter/ shock red against the obscenity of transparent walls/ for all time until the rot of/ a shadow-play/ a terse/ the head divorced beyond recognition yet it bites the sky/ from a viscera of teeth exposed/ from fleshed decomposure of the gait’s gouge/ swarm/ it sits it does not sit it waits/ the marrow seeping through the skin of the surface’s deception/ of the what lies beneath/ all the while the movement/ the bled or blooding out of/ the ongoing that will not allow for breath/ meat tomes in shadow’s trace/ matter what matter of/ but yet what wishful thinking…
8…the bone’s vibrate/ the sinew of/ placement between death and desire/ sweet death desire/ in voidal of/ scar yes or no opened up to the landscape of the meat’s being/ through the excreta of silence the body never resting never silenced/ open wounds of traces forgotten never yet forgotten in the flesh-meat hung drawn quarter of a meat hook’s shining/ lunged out from the it/ savoured savoured/ the pulse flower ever unseen/ the organs phantasms beneath the meat-bone structure/ bled what bled/ till/ not a fucking chance from the outset/ until the foreign of/ fleshed unto the nothing ever of the it/ now/ the blood trickles from the eyes what matter of/ smears of paint arrested colouring of vibrant bile/ of crimson shock of flesh and the bruised flesh/ all the while the scream’s excavate/ the bloody lapse/ flesh without answer/ none without speech…

 

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