a long line of eerie stitches
covered the past
neon deep sequins decoration
tripping over green reconciliation
harassed & surpassed
not exactly classy
i told the girl carpenter
sequins harvester
arbiter
erecting cabinets for four
i know, she said, you will come to visit us
but we don’t want you here
why matter of fact …
it can be done personally
the rest stays in place cheerfully
what about universality i asked
what about the long line of word dealers
lasting from end to end?
Long knives?
speak plainly – end of line, she said
oh, line storm or bare thread
i saw this cute girl at the drugstore
with red scribbles on her mask
it read: the rest is silence
so many islands
maybe i misread
&
the last word was science
aspirants of contrivance … i uttered
yes, Miss Read you read pinches
don’t you
much ado
about nothing, i replied
& walked down the avenue to
sidestep into monbijou park
since the cabinet for 4 seemed to be
a backslide
i have a must hear for you,
my sweet orange tree,
she declared
whilst i passed a couple of masks
& sexual objects of the past
to come across Immanuel
owie bowWoie
ther’ something running
down my leg cray-ahn
i’m blind you know
i know, Immanuel
i know … it’s blood
your calf cracked
it’s a deep gash
balderdash
he replied
i’ve just left Charité
all i need is an orange
he cried
you have to go back
you have to back, i begged
i need an orange
i will never go back
i need my sisters of st. francis & perpetual adoration
i’ ll go ahead ………………..
okay i said & crossed the center lawn
when i reached the field of hydrangea
the carpenter girl said: look at her
she wants her picture taken
&
our lady of the unknown bag blinked
the picture was taken
she shrouded her face
with instagram slag
she was photographed
the carpenter girl laughed
what a taffy taft president’s series
&
the unknown lady apprised me well-versed
“huhu” darling beech tree
flowers come first
—Martina Gertrude Siebert
Daft Punk – Hotel del Luna
