Michael Mc Aloran was Belfast born, (1976).
His work has appeared in various print and online zines, including Carcinogenic Poetry, Calliope Nerve, The Recusant, Sex & Murder Magazine, In Between Altered States, Horror, Sleaze & Trash, Negative Suck, Graffiti Kolkata, Pratishedhak, Prothomoto, Danse Macabre, amphibi.us, The Plebian Rag, Full of Crow, Gloom Cupboard, Gutter Eloquence, Fashion For Collapse, Fragile Arts Quarterly, Clockwise Cat, Sein Und Werden, Milk Sugar, The Medulla Review, Counterexample Poetics, Heavy Bear, etc.
In the past year he has authored seven chapbooks, including 'The Gathered Bones', (Calliope Nerve Media), 'Final Fragments', (Calliope Nerve Media), & 'The Death-Streaked Air' (Virgogray Press), 'Debris', (Erbacce-Press) & ‘The Rapacious Night‘, (Calliope Nerve Media). A longer collection of poems, 'Attributes', is forthcoming from 'Desperanto' in 2011...
Other pursuits include cigarettes, alcohol and paint…
**all copyright remains with the author
Kingdom (All in All)- (After ‘The Hollow Men’, by T. S. Eliot)
Void without answer
Echoes fill the chambers of
Broken laughter
A belly full of broken glass
Spitting the hearts failed silences
To having forgotten the fall
When the lights were neither stark
Nor dim yet ever penetrative
We are not the sky nor any of our
Dreaming stillnesses
A taste of bloody prayers in the mouth
Will not attest to a rightful birth
This is the dead weather
This is the dead hand dealt knowingly
By absence
This carnival of light-shock
Carves like an unleashed blade
From a pit of erupting final flesh
Aching
Silence
The dawn knows the prostration
The begging hand
Where love will forever fail to be
Anything other than a butcher’s table
The scar of the tooth’s lie lingers
This is the bounty
This is the filament
The rapture comes in isolated tombs
Where delirious
The closed fists impact cold stone walls
Ice never yet once closed a wound
Spilling the innards lest we breathe
In the dusts of hyacinths
Poisoned by the black flesh of the sun
Hollow
Hollow
Hollow
Halleluiah oh lord of excrement
Searching in the excrement
Writhing
Pulse of heavenly vapours
For death is the kingdom
The light of the earth is the kingdom
Dark Hollow-
I
From what obsolete light
Spreading out its shadow
Dreaming that it might fall
Does the silence oscillate
II
Docile wind
Heart tearing of the black sky
Birthing an endless cadaverine
Stillness of ruptured earth
III
The ocean is a dark womb
Tread is listless
The infinite rarely refuses
The benign charm of flesh
IV
Broken as snap bone marrow teeth
Time laughs in us
Yet not in our favour
V
Kings and queens of the
Dead air
The night’s proximity
Something else a fragment
Nothing falls to earth
VI
The immensity of speech
When it is silent
The doors are locked blind
Walls warp and flesh is absence
VII
In this dry atonement where
There was never sin
But the bounty of cruelty
And the sting in the breath
VIII
Beneath this dead sun
Where laughter strips the surface
Of ice like time unto flesh
IX
The existing and the consummate
Refusal
Something bites more than flesh
Seeks something else
It comes from nowhere
X
No more made of sand than
The desert perceived
Yet the desert is more real
Than soundless space
XI
Having birthed the final ‘I’
Into this weave of nothingness
There are merely vapours
Colours, traces
XII
A smear of flesh
Hands cupped to catch falling tears
That will not move the sun…
Dark hollow of endless
The Blood’s Kingdom-
Compressed smiles know the
Dusts of a fading horizon
Intonations relax
The breath has evacuated
The blood’s kingdom
Faceless walls are bruised by the sun
Ruptured silence bites fleshy silences
Oracle as dead or what once was
Tide and ocean reflect the skyline
They collect the dead birds
Sands gather the waste of and by design
Blood’s kingdom steals from the heart
Burnt to nothingness by the scattering of
Confetti like strewn feathers
There is no room for laughter, here
These are the dead lands
Foreign to everything but winter’s sharpened claw
These are the dead lands
Where imprecious breath is a rape in
The night of all that ever could have sung
(Lest we falter…)
The kill stretches
A line of trees stripped bare somehow
Seem to mock the shadow
They breathe the lines of the flesh inwardly
Spasm without love
Heart
Lung
Soundless
The mercy is in the hollow rupture
The mercy is in the mind constricted
There is ice in our fields
They are all barren all the same
Plundered as the teeth of dead men
Sleep touches with intricacy
In a foreign manner the crack of the whip
Is as delectable as ice forced into an open
Wound where blood will never be redeemed
In this blood’s kingdom
With meat-hook smiles to taste silent flames
Where the orchard sun fades as if it were
Never to return again
Never Wanted-
Bloody ash scattered by
Silent hands
The butcher’s scarred swollen tongue
Like the skull of a dead child
Laughs out
The artificial light is peeling all
That it touches
Dread’s unspeaking walls
Clutch like fingers stripped of love
Here is the wind
It berates without purpose or design
Mocking all but the Shadow
Silence will be forgotten
By scattered hands ashen bloody
Drunk upon whispers
To stand
To erase
Drunkenness nothingness
Ice of the broken skyline like a picture-
Postcard from never having been
Sudden rupture
There is spinal death to taste
From where the heart is emptied
Take it back
Take it back
From what depth of wing do you accord?
The birds no longer fill the skies
They were never wanted
From the outset
The Dead Sands-
I
Down by the dead sands
Where the silent skeletal lay
Silently breathing
II
A rampage of smiles
Cacophony of unhinged blood
The laughter
III
Unrest
Unrest black cancer burning
Out the tongue
Of dreams
IV
The wrenched eye
Obliterated speech
The wrenched eye
Obliterated
V
Ash drifts into
The birthed wind no way
To reclaim the soil or
The soils mimicry
VI
Death is rarely if ever
Heard
The flesh does not speak
VII
Tongues click-clack
An open vein
A tryst
A blockade of teeth
VIII
The torn jaw escalates
Blood of ice
Brambles of steel
There is no breath but…
IX
Laughing unto sickness
Some death
And in-between so little else
X
Sharpening the blade
The sun has dissipated the night
Has bled itself beyond nothingness
A spill of intestines
XI
Counting out the milk teeth of
Lesser desires than death
XII
Shadow closing over the lense
The sky cracking apart
Where Forgotten-
Shadow amongst flame
End without beginning
The silent tongue of dread
Sporadic
A silent breath
Carousel night of abandonment
A wind of sands cutting like glass
At the point where flight rejects the bounty
Of the sky
This is the broken land
The pulse is treacherous
This is the broken land where the
Birthed are merely whispers
Shadow amongst flame a metallic
Taste in the mouth
No way back from the outset
The grey sun binds the hollow smile’s of
Pulse
Tooth
There is no genius in the blood
The hand reaches from the blade’s laughter
Its’ lips touch the vulgar night
It cannot conceive of night
This
This which was never given
This
This broken land
The hands reach to touch but there are
Merely echoes
The echoes snare like ice
The light that brings forth nothing
Absence in a dead room
A transparent chamber
Stretch of the infinite
A noose upon an unmade bed
Here in these broken lands
As if there never was or ever had been
Here in the severed heart of one thousand
Frozen dead gardenias
Where the animals of the fields
And their dead tongues
Forge in the shadows flames the
Broken fragments
There are insects in the sleeping will
There are subtle children in our sleep
The night is long
There will be no triumphant flesh
This is where forgotten will forever be
This is where forgotten will forever be
Silent Ocean (Unspoken Of)-
Why left un-dreaming
Where the cold shoulder pulls up by
The roots the locked sinews of
Our blood
In times of subtle butchery
Why left alone in corridors of absence
Why left to the burning ash in
Innocent mouths
With shadow-songs unsung
Alone
With merely the dead memories of
Endless silences
Bone laughter
In times of subtle butchery
Ever wandering without motion
Through fields of dry grass
The hollow reek of air
The smiles that nothing else knew
The tide alone is slaughtering the best
Attributes of there being nothing
Worth speaking of with
A calm lucidity
Some way in which words are also
Motionless
Like grit in a wound
Reopening the wound to sever all will
Not redeem
The lungs are charred
Un-dreaming unfeeling refusing
Static as the dark
Tales told yet forever unspoken of
Cadaverine tales
From the vault of the sun
Why ask
Nothingness climbs like vines
Through the flesh into the emptiness
And there will
There will be the tears of some fragmented
Taste of birthing and dying
Yet there will be nothing
Dusts in a useless autumn breeze
And those tears will be the beginning
Of another silent ocean
Here & Now-
Where to end is no secret balance
The slight of hand unfurls like a limp carcass
Living as if not ever having bettered
Tide into marsh tears and the scattered wings
Somehow
Breathing
Somehow
The hooks in flesh they sustain they are never of any use
Ever asunder falling breathing back into the soil
Where hands are folded over hands never again restless
To the stitch
To the hole in the face from which the impotence
Flows like a bereft ray of morning light
The grandeur
The decay/ absence
Breaking the earth in foreign corridors
The lacking yes forever lacking
At the beginning of the sky the room emptied of dreaming
Never awake yet drifting alone
This
There now and have it all to take away
Time a smear that the breath cannot follow
What else severed else from this a horse’s head severed
The breath…s t e a m s
There was nothing to be unlocked not that was noticed
The stems eaten the raw flesh tasted just like anything else
Here and between time where the waters refused to flow
The black tide dressed in frozen sparks left bankruptcy in its wake
Alas alack alone above at the base of the suns black ring
Here and now
Here and now
To get it over with or to remain undone…
