Two Poems
Poetry by:
M. ELIZABETH SCOTT
BLUE DAHLIA
I hate the one who found it
a dirty sedative
a theft that is let, lot
And his heel
and the heel of the imprinted some
kind of destruction
over and over
Thrash like they do in the movies
yaw to stop the flux
of what is apricot
within me brazen
and in want of visitation
Something about the faint
surrender of his face, like a cannon
machine to clay
amid the filth of lowbrow sex
which used to cover me
And from every gaping aperture
a flinty excrescence rises
Behind the behind the desire
through trembling attire
the man stays
HALLUCINATRIX
Chased me down about a half-whip
pox of wanting you
The negative edge
I feel when you pluck out
the joy that only you and I
Once a salty interior, me and my sex
a smiling girlfriend
stealing small awards
But understand I was glass
cat-eyes, the gloss of my bare nod
– Your cheap face
some $20 of snake material
protruding like a testicle
Go pale and bend under, someday
you'll see – I am
The blank slate
upon which every man
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M. Elizabeth Scott is a poet, Western esotericist and Hermeticist based in Jersey City, NJ. She is the co-founder of experimental arts collective Cixous72 and its derivative imprint, 72 Press, established in 2015 to promote the innovative and eclectic works of emerging artists and writers. Her poetry and essays have been featured in Newest York, Shit Wonder, The Poetry Project, Refigural Magazine, and elsewhere. Recent presentations of her text have appeared at Printed Matter, McNally Jackson, Codex Books, and Montez Press Radio. She is currently an MFA candidate at Rutgers University in Newark, where she will be teaching creative writing.NEW YORK, NEW YORK
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