Tag: elisabethworkman

Dance on the green bed mid-morning
Dance of the hunches and haunches and infinite hips and hunches
Dance on the back of the black horse galloping thru the so-called Safeway
Dance a disruption a felicific detachment an adoration brought forth from vatic slime
Dance till you have no body and are ready to surfeit
Dance during Dallas and after
Dance the earthy maps of magnetism and chance
And balance in the shimmer’s manifold androgyny
Dance of the glimmer fish
Dance in which I impregnate him
Dance of my integrity or power or poison

The desert rose inside the summer house
is nothing personal just as I am nothing 
personal day and the snow in my heart
after significant torpor is all at once per se

though it is now confused by joy

Inside the rose is the vault of night 
the milk of stars and the milk of stones
a row of glasses on a long table

Filled clouds lunge across the shifting dunes 

The rapture
of their flux 
eviscerates
our fucked attachment 
to fix

Blue giantess with six tits glittering
outside the boredom of science

a season finale in which battle cogs
self-perpetuate--it doesn’t matter

if they are dead or living the lie
is the formula

I’d rather listen to irises 
to the terror of their internal violins

Repulsive love hive 
EVOLVE ANARCHY

Monarch is sorrow’s wench 
drying off post-liquefaction

on the bank of the last river
the sun-bleached stones 

my apocalypse palace
puffy-eyed and ragey

having confused sovereignty 
with popularity (power 
with perversity) 

Another card is Empire
a real cadaver accelerator

apportioned with the spell
of discursivity

*Hat tip to Gregory Shaw and his “Hands-On Theurgy” class, and his phrase “discursive thinking as a kind of dark spell”

Are you feeling sad, supplanter?
Maybe you sat in some water
Where do you go when you close
your eyes like that? Upside
down greenness? The archive
of fang? By now you
should know: don’t eat the rich
without the finest salt     in summer  
on the horse-dotted shore
a further feeling dashes–purges still water
fuses dread to remember: don’t read Moby Dick
without slow dancing first in a suit 
of slugs		Incandescent names slime
our mutant maws	Don’t sic
a redwood forest on a declared American
the lost is cause	To love is to become 
heavy dripping leaves	why I in my bog
avoid fervencies 	radio frequencies
closing my eyes
for any extended period on this forlorn planet
lest some vibrational entirety reign

	

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A screen hovering above                                                                                                                                  
hi-beams loops 
vaguely familiar people 
eating cake with their hands 
and no utensils
in an Olympic sized pool

The caveat being beware the lyric I 
debates that don’t consider the I
as the state would have it

In other words ACHTUNG 
rats disguised as dogs

Who did this to rat? I meant rote.
Murder she R-O-T-E which is 
the tossed TV on the shoulder
of Route 80 in old PA
flickering from snow to a bitch
regurgitating for her fluffy pups
the freshly dead

At just the right moment
my mother fed me to the wolves
It was our harmonic courage

Our tags said 
O DEAD BAD AT DEAD

Dissolving is the victory

Baby wisdom of emptiness
in the bowl before her open legs 

Scry this airy sensorium
pillaged by The Lovers 
FKA The Lover
née a pillar of salt

Speak fanatical entrail glyphs
eternal crossroads of a double helix

Sort lore for drinking songs
at parties in sister port cities
Acid and Alkali

The errors of our wordship
eaten by women tethered
who must travel very far





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Sorceries, empires:
wash my body 
in sleepless eons

In my fire: 
semen, menses, 
revenants, unquotes

On my tongue: the harmony
of violets their copper songs
assassin bliss

A pure madness
muses me, isms me

Occult clouds rhyme in my galactic mom
She spirals like a raptor in descent and

loss sugars the poison nest no longer mine
or I will be, which is to say I will

surface a plastic nexus
to sea change a sense

a sense tense
a never sense

when manic gusts 
dissolve membranes 



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To stay alive
and totalitarian 
I smite the children with real gusto 

At the avenues of exult and wobble
my tottering fates despots and goddesses





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Immaterialize
A scene pings

Legible gardens desire time
desert gardens, bones and teeth

Ardent sounds umbrella the gorge

Secret carcass sisters
rustle pages in a breeze

Always Rome time
to see your hands, ask what do I do

Eternal pulp	perpetual grimoire
and you with your hand in the mouth
of the lion

You alias Ire
alias he-who-talks-too-much
alias Little Noise
or Junker 
or God

And when the songs mock-scoffed in mirth the sky
between so hole-y opened      and we all 
fell down      pulled by some wild unseen    	screamers of 
the implacable current

Consolation at ground zero? a soft 
body	snow on fur	mem fires shimmer 
from dark fontanelle pulses      how to slip 
into the dream of time  as if into 
a hairshirt or daddy's robe  There is 

no resistance    only revolution	
another April  another fool in
an otherwise being another where 
in attention by which I mean desire	

I wanted to taste the ocean with my 
whole body		I wanted the celestial 
rose of M to make it so	 how it tore 
me to see         how I was scattered in a 
matter of speaking  repulsive in my 
bleeding waiting for the next out 	

But how the rose hummed how inside it was 
a casket and inside the casket a 
one-eyed mollusc a cycloptopus 
exhaling me how it was unappeasable 
I had to grow extra arms to hold it
how I have starved   how in a certain doom
it spoke to me   The weak worm hiding down 
in its small cave   wanted my eggs in a 
boba tea	It was a stretch	  a dropped 
eye-dentity 	a weird request to
liquefy like that but I did oblige and it seemed
I was delicious
harmonies of galaxies diamond in 
a sooth    Tasting the see   so long in the 
yooth And there was no more tea or mollusc
or rude rood me 

[for Feng Sun Chen, with a line from WBY's “To the Rose upon the Rood of Time”]

HAPPY CRUELEST MONTH! I’LL BE POSTING REVISIONS FOR AN APRIL 15 DEADLINE THEN NEW THINGS THEREAFTER. VERY HAPPY TO BE HERE WITH YOU ALL. XOXOX