Three Poems by Michael Mc Aloran

Three poems
by Michael Mc Aloran

shredded paper-

 eyelids of frost
 the ribcage of the sky

      the rippling shadows of death
      a dense pool of
      black blood

      the animals cry out in
      the night
      severed heads a woven basket

      the turning of a music box in a
      silver mist
      cards strewn across the naked back of
      a prostitute

      my laughter my laughter
      strips the moonlight

      I eject reeking flowers of shit
      the flesh graven the fingers trace the
      edge of the blade

      I devour torn wings
      clutch the silence born of so little

      love and death like shredded paper
      in the darkness

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The Unknown Savagery-

Closed fists shatter wired glass the blood flows
(Every birth a belonging fades away)

Eyes torn out

The expanse of night a black sheet
Drawn over a blanched corpse

The unknown savagery as the winds thicken

Closed flesh the sentient wounds every trace marks
The skull with an indelible artistry

In a vice crushing bone seething teeth of rage 
burnt white
Like the reeking air

A desert expanse erased footprints the depth of 
shadow

Viscid the scream
To touch the depth of the dark
Never to hold never to touch

A smear a taste a fragrance
Scattered flowers in the ashen pile

Our words our words taste the violence of our 
futility
Windows bend implode in an elixirate pageantry

Vertiginous with laughter
Exhalations of opiated smoke to
Cut across the landscape

Dragging the opulence of the blood of rage a
Razor slashed violently across pale skin

The blood pulsating, reckless, unfaltering

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Desolate Flowers-

Desolate flowers like stricken eyes
Petals of languid blood

Shoots to sprout the shadow
At every turn
                     Unto the end

The night flows into me like smoke into the lungs
A viscid tide
                    Burnt moss
A trace of the unknown whispering

I shave away the bones almost to the bare wick
My teeth drip of silence

                           I spit it out 

Author bio:

Michael Mc Aloran was Belfast-born, his family moved to the south of Ireland due to 'The Troubles'. He spent a brief spell studying Fine Art & Design, but left after one disillusioned year. He has travelled extensively throughout Europe, living for short spells in both Holland & Italy. He still continues to paint pretty obsessively when he can afford to. He has been writing poetry for almost a decade, but has only recently begun to submit. He has been published by 'Poetry Monthly International', (U.K), 'Counterexample Poetics', (U.S), 'Lines Written W/A Razor', (Canada), 'The Gloom Cupboard',(U.S), 'Eviscerator Heaven', (U.S), 'Writing Raw', (U.S) , 'Full Of Crow', (U.S), 'The Recusant, (Scotland); work is forthcoming at 'Clockwise Cat', (U.S), 'Deep Tissue', (U.S), 'Why Vandalism?', (U.S), BlazeVox, (Fall 2009 Edition), 'Gutter Eloquence', (U.S), and also at 'Origami Condom' (U.S). His first published book, 'In The Black Cadaver Light Light', was published 'Poetry Monthly Press', (U.K). He also likes to entertain himself with cigarettes and alcohol... Other poetic exercises can be found at Against The Dark Distance.