growing brains

 

i know a she-male staring into parisian blue
she tells me that she thinks of solving problems of dangling pendant lights too
from the midst of a half circle she thinks on
while i stare at three light bulbs in the window above the street …
i know there are runners and standers, wearing red
there are bad blues and bold heads
there are blacks in the skies trading stars
there are labs creating epic facts
don’t know how they ever came to think of smack
to catch a smug white coat as green grand
while star tourists are roaming for safaris
to hatch the darkening end of painter’s crossroads.
i know a girl that claims she can think
to give testimony to the growing numbers circling, grazing policy of water
she thinks this in berlin
# berlin doesn’t have a problem with water
land non titling what the african west should hold
i know a girl that’s running out of pink
that loves this o step into the engineered photographer’s garden of brain organoids
to eat small blobs of colored opioids
lentilsizedblueredsandgreens
she can’t breathe
since contrasting fates, all fates say yes, yes, yes
millikillers, monitoring genes, whistle on

Qu’est-ce que c’est?
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better* …

than love as drive is computation, pace setter  … crispr on

 

—Martina Gertrude Siebert

 

*Psycho Killer, Talking Heads, from the album Talking heads/77

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