downward
from the highest point
it respects
it replies
it guides
zippers of words
this perfect tent
to prepare a stick figure
protruding
somehow i understand
& step into the elevator
great hawk drives me up
to this humpy in the sky
what a pinching with a squish
El Loco always wins
this chatbot figurehead writing all week’s event
with its fin
commercial subsidiary & departure
hey morning glory
& verve girl as transient hooker
ask who is Grok
is it queerable, is it queryable
can we grok, we aren’t major
maybe a wrong translation
of cagers & teenagers
all these peaches, ballads & confrontations
while workers are trapped in collapsed tunnels
why not take the elevator up to humpy in the sky
this jumbled trapezoid of stern woodwork with
its bayless fitting
you’ll trip & stumble like a horse
telling yourself that you’re bored to death
that i call a most common reason
reason for firth & a distorted room
Ames room where sisyphos rolls the ball
uphill
what a pill, pep pill
beast drill forever
before you check work bill for bright
cling to the kite
—Martina Gertrude Siebert
