ship of fools

words, do they matter
melisma, does it matter
“i honor the man who is willing to sink”
“schifos” are rare
motor-driven
ships that pass in the night
&
embark
schizo-ship
air-ship
risible
dornier et bombardier
motor-driven dirigibles of obscure origin

here, they run a light ship
certifiable unsound
the place is a kind of
Carlos Acosta downed
a basil & spartacus
lift & jump asking
ship me a reason
to the coal-cold state
to my mafia shadow
to my biological ignorance
to my eco-friendly conflicting lab
oh, ship off some juniper & ferry
&
let’s have the “genever”
to hit all phonetic difficulties

we carry on with typical themes
we are minimal bees
a kind of miracle seed
we are municipal
we are leagues, pinnacle’s peak
isolated burials of red hooded men
lavish metal clique
with blood & shells
with monumental teeth
either proto farmer of fear
or
a bacchian mother of cat
hissing at you
mimetic moment of onerous squeeze
lovely spat
titles in stock & no titles to share
nippers at st hedwig hospital
trustees
of the ship of reason
pulling a greener
as the eco residents
say:
not worth my while
this screaming, that head bashing
this red-hot humming
all this click & clank
why drive an e-scooter into a store front
to get emergency treatment
i need a breather
send folks to the greenery
they are lientery
disorderly liver & lung quarry

let’s honor the man who is willing to sink
into reveries
within a blink
prowling the house

 

—Martina Gertrude Siebert

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