about schlocky
or the light of b-rated light schlock
hey jovis i told you
there is no man, woman or child
that cried You are alright anyhow
still covered in frost before the verb
to press or to press something as scow
to press or to press something as scow
miss stein said you are a captive too
can’t hear the sincere thought, this field of thought
while we plow the field of old trick trickery
as slow kid hew
no rock in sight but solemn sentence plight, boo
pugnacious tenderness, rajah of the days
or cage 4’33
O guppy, death of exclamation & other bally things
like silent gratitude or late captors’ Oh
let’s crawl back into bee wax
to bring about the porcelain mask of death
& Pulcinella’s strings
a wraith flung into a river
had some last minute difficulties
sleep a minute or 20 seconds away
precise state uncertain…upriver
—Martina Gertrude Siebert
