hey
so
consumed with
drills, mills & recall
not quite inanition
Saturn gets forgetful
lack
no passing beyond
cutting live feet
shadow meekness of a duckpond
what else shall there be
fumarole behind donkey’s left ear
makes it shy away from the crust
while determined to play the lute
of thrill, reality & regret
what a lordling of hotspot & protest
hi-ya
brigade brute
fucking nasty
so give word to Yooo & single
black & white & kicking ass
hi-ya to get sick of a Nia
race me through this pathetic banana peel
to meet kairos
a most trusted matter, inaccessible without
having learned loss & slaughter
so many heroes so many tomorrows
what a grand tour joyous
as in all times it’s personal
a group gathering, a catch-up
unequivocal support
some people wonder
what the dead ton-gue
of a painting can be
double & decayable fall
playing a beach house appeal
gamble by calling Ton-Tongue Toffee
magical sweet Rio 2C
such a positive quality
rio apathy
—Martina Gertrude Siebert
