Ariel in Minor Mode

—for Peter Lamborn Wilson

i would be hidden
and have made myself

mad,

come after

impure

godiva

naked in heart, a last scene

i’ll rest, activate

liberated from a pine tree
Sycorax, call on you
invoke
mother witch-son

cursed brilliant sly Caliban

haunts all premises now
ally

break free, radiant thot waves

of this, our patriarch,

your Daddy

revoke, it’s time. it’s beyond, & before

let’s look into “future memory”

lest we never forget

ghost masters’ whip

& love of outcast (poet) that is

inner

voice

consciousness, who made us
better

what you gave me characters
a play

of pride

nakedness, magick herbs

a temporary autonomous zone

purpose

my father’s home
from Nazi war as
advance
man sees scorched bodies

lift to putrid heaven

this, certain, the clues we
children

smart of

weep of we, girls, women, we votives

and you cut

short,
dilemma

raging “we” envy ariel messenger

& the world continues

its supremacy
we must kill, defeat
still the wrench of, cut cut

limb of devil tree

your lines in poetry
tell, tell

come to senses in sanity
my hag struggle

age

of

event

horizon

das

capital…

Ariel slips out of

noose

swift foot sprite

a dream a

buried book
takes

notes in.