From “blood rhetoric”, forthcoming from Black Editions Press…

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…dead end pageant shredded from the commence nothing of to gain closure of the wound as once said reveals the tangent ice drifting throughout in a cold chase of bitten oxide shiv of redeem nothing much to echo of where skyline broken dissolve what held silver as if to collapse birthing the kiss of scarlet nothing ever beknown till call cards nothing of as if to ever had in foreign of soldered the mouth across till fissure smeared the pit of sky wrenching the hilt of distance shattered nothing of the belong where worm of turn cold silhouette never to have begun where till nonchalance bitten of in echo trace waste desire & the fallen promise of what once was never nothing till dream of excommunicate a wrenched pulse bulb all distances mockery tilt of shit scattered to the desert clime it is of the none stun abound as if what mattered folient trace occlude sickness of till dredge we of the gouged socket the rip of flesh in the dark a trace of sudden exile the breakage of bones shattered remnant of what once was to be all forgotten no prayers from the deep eye is of the plague what willow drenched in amber blood sucking the vellum artifice a silence never known held to the sheared breast the snapped spine judgement claim or not what ever aligned sudden as if to falter where to occlude respondent nothing of the devour silver yes or no as onward into shale closure of wound extricate a hollow shadow drifting throughout the in-dreaming of sudden as if to falter knocked from one pageant frenzy to the offset we come one it says instantly erased throughout a cold dark echoing of the bleed we rapture silence nothing of abounding as was before were to if what be fingers upon cold glass night upon cold breath the oxide terse what of till blood of sickness driven in the reek of some roomscape a closed door the elixir of where absenteeism is the fall from some effigy & the redempt of spinal affluence nothing of the speech what once negating its own prism purpose dead as a lie what wormed throughout cold spam night endless from the above what closure taint the stain upon where nothingness absolute wherein what walls the meat hooks sway a vibrate of discoloured orchids & the breath of death what promise from throughout as were what from the stench reek effortless where the meat torn to shreds is the colourless appeal of splayed blood the collapse of all whereby no nothing graven to fall it is said a vibrate of disappearing echoing birthing into what sleep deprivation eye spies it knows no nothing whereof acclimatized sucks down opiate unspoken torn from the this or that stricken depth of waters no broken silences the voice collapsing upon what once was hilt till shred of laughter breakage as dissolve cold death in a winter gutter…
 
…given that was once colde clear blade slicing through the membrane of collapse where rooms warped in to consume bloodless cold weight trace of blood-smeared eyes echoing of the long distance tasted whereby nothing of throughout where dissolute shadowy nocturne meat’s vibrate & the terse will silhouette passing through the body vocal nothing of where the jaws gape sudden as if to the teeth vibrating in amphetamine dark it taste nothing of broken valves of none for hereafter sickened unto breathe sickened unto expel as if from once dead bones & the shit-streaked lie colour it this of which given nor raped in the dawn of else becoming taint the like of which cold shoulder a razor tint to garotte endlessly the farewell to nocturnes sickness bile of once stratae nothing left of the syphilitic air where to reek is to absolve in the none of ever-having sudden to roll out the dice of nothing shit in the veins a vibrate a subtle aspect till close of door we lungtish spit lest of speech bled out from circuit tide all gathered from the begun not a trace of some shadow of despair flowing throughout the body broken vault of distemper not a chance from outset promise it what in a lie of restless foreign not a trace of sky where all eradicated it speaks in tongues distance of which rocking back & forth in the blood of haven the glint in the blade akin to the listless teeth till sung aloft what will nectar of the divide & the sexless waste of burning charred or other flesh it seeketh colourless appeal where to never had where bones warp in the given of expire sucks upon devours the pelts peeling away to reveal the spine the nothing given from outset ever to expire where shit is once dragged from the kick & silence never less than of silently eroded fallen to fall colours the like of which dense skull shimmer in the insane of fucked kaleidoscope dancing across the gait where to warp the light is to smear the flesh of all that once all distances to retrace where shadow blackened onset closure of the unsung a cold hand across vibrant flesh herein till lay across where nothing ever speechless in the drag of pulse till closure eye alongside none of which in the null of listless ever of to fall a scattering of scrags of meat as mentioned coiling their winds into the breathe of unspoken till die what once yet manifold taken from the begun a whisper a candle snuffed out…
 
 
…sentient nullity of the broke stone body vocal no longer the vast of which the closure eye of blood foreign through the film of skin stretched taut a dichotomy of shit where sulphate rhythm of echo-echo draft is the lack ever-known clear cut bone of listless unto ‘morrow felt a locus of abort in the dis-ease of an extraction of teeth bone blinded by sleep & the cauterized wound where throughout is the nullity beating its breast steel light excommunicable lights stripping the pelt night the sarcophagus confetti burning in the naught of speech reclamation die a long tide dead winds caressing the outspoke nothing given of what dense bereft where bile is the taste in the foreign mouth that knows no words to pin it all down upon a carrion fly insert the syringe let it ochre null death spinning its circles through what wishbone to collect as nothing ever of reek pageant ever of the glaze of blood rhetoric upon the stillness taint upon nothingness a vacuous space trace what will nothing other than for tomorrow’s tide it done in for the clasp weight bone weight flesh upon from which the bodily vocal a room with a view the atrocity of given carnival of dreaming where to have is to hold nothing of in savior promise vapour tones & the breakage of cold stone amber ejaculate a glow of mist in the eyeline nothing of the sky long forgotten as see what see blood foreign never of the siege it what once nothing of the silhouette tracing its cold blade across where flesh once uttered dreaming-in of the next to follow as if to fade where nothing ever was a mark a solace no tearing out the lungs of speech cast to the dawn of what words fallen to the sides in the defeat of all before the pointless knelt before subtle rapture subtle rage & the tearing of sudden as if to fall in the sick stun grasp of silence ever-permeating till die what once alone throughout on any given as if what once till vibrate knocking upon light collide it is once in the absurd shit-smeared a taste of foreign night where alone breakage of where film nothing left or other as if from the commence was once to devour from socket gouge & the forgotten nothings of silence drag of chain throughout the flesh to erupt violent temperate the body vocal nothing ever of where blood rhetoric is the unknowable forgotten it stands alone it does not it seeks it does not it spits the broken teeth from it is not it never was & it will not as sarcophagus it close fist around the throat of lifeless shattered bone a mouth full of leeches & broken glass till cast aside a whipped canine cornered devouring its own shit such is the grace of it not a trace of ever of beneath a skyline that could have never have…
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