ride the riddled loss
this weighty cart
of dinner & a movie mega
with backbenchers in D flat minor
for this lengthy run from Dune to Fiume
Atreus’ currents of war or
La Bohème with party liner
oh this house of P & lacing
arsenic & copper to recall
what ‘s so so good
a model & H robotics medical
drenched in prison water
oh, all them holidays blue
sort of clap back swapping awkward
let’s get to the beef clapping
our hands
to meet currants
as clever & funny flowering
red-flowering
golden
buffalo
Missouri currant
black
easter black
American black currant
garnet berry
cassis
black currant
white currant
all currants & rolls
precious things
though there is this lingering smell of smoke
ribes nigrum
vitamin P while darkly pearled ash says hello
\right, sister Laurentia knew it all
this all about the cold of nuclear war
making friends with Maye Emily Bruce
to believe & obtain a
\quick-return-preparation against Atreus
& his war against burnoose
this calaboose & the jail gad
should we give ourselves over to giddiness
Laurentia asked
what about friskiness
what about currants
there is no thriftiness
in willy-nilly tipsiness of currents
so swift so electrical so au courant
is that mimicry of currants
P P probability distribution
a constant we & wee-wee
on ho days fukkin stak
stak of nilly-willys
diasporic art heritage
cause the sun turned back its chariot
chariot chariot &
Aerope the pale one who was supposed
… no … should have been drowned
or sold abroad
for the madness of women’s lust
just cast them into the sea
& please applaud the dust of war
currants versus upthrust
all-night vigil
—Martina Gertrude Siebert
