lyre & flensing deck
lama or roskilde
zealand
or zealous land
lama or roskelley
mad knee or mc kee
or mac the knife
we’ll see
“teltowkanal” 1961
someone took suit & briefcase
to be afloat
to swim-step
to
new ground
while
saint cecilia was playing the organ swing
of little waves coming in
from the rippled ring of
loie fuller …
there is always a police hunt under way
the percussions
of
it shows,
it keeps,
it starts,
it fancies
something rash
like
aqua ring …
to reach across water
to the serpentine dance
on turnstile gate
IRS or political ammunition, knives,
don’t wave to me while i am stepping aside
on the southeast face of Cerro Torre
all these vaporous fantasies of free climbing
of vertical beginnings
trisecting thrice
the lyre concept of the
fabulous colette
&
doll face claudine
model of no,no,no “+”
& pleas
to
better forget “uncle max”
missy!
there is a new secret code
hellish cipher
of the model traveller
of campo de hielo sur,
“Yssim”
or the x-linked mutation,
mutation
to ameliorate the whistling soil
of a tempting song,
the wasted labor
ass adventures of our lives
stories that we tell about ourselves
to the lyre of self-instrumentalization
while knives are floating over the flensing deck
dissention of knives
then
ascension,
as mounting of the brightest star
an i carved into the night sky
vivid waving of hello & good bye to Nyx
clad in planetary nebula
changing stone-throwing women
into pikes,
pikes of the muses
let’s see Yra, Maghella & Lucifera
crawling out of centuries-old wanton books,
these shepherdesses of Lyra, embers’ glow
at sight
—Martina Gertrude Siebert
