dark stage
light from the neighbor
78 curtains raised
just joking next trick
secretary of labor
valve to fail
glass wall magic
sanctus
a maid
an elevator
no chatty guy
knocking out an elevator
it really dodges a bullet here
bail trail with nails
mildew everywhere
quite an original bathtub
what dread there will be
no answer to the judge
every toil will be in vain
let’s spare all of them
heaven & earth
oh unexpected fields of
urban cat naps for the indigents
while miss bath & miss million
accompany me to witness a
color spoil climbing up this dance wall
of fillings, outrun years ago
a pulsing, an undoing & songbook
of throes &
outskirts of metropolis
as well as huge fields of defamation
running up hill
you’ll never return to the center little
too many bottles, a cask in a fight to
get to good fortune as holding light
secret life of indictment & shock
oh this very long stretch of a streetcar
climbing up to the wall of Papeete
on the outside of numb a pot
& what the hell, a mass of mainland
bunches of trees & plants & clever
artlessness & fresh flank
this incredulous singing of pressure
ready to publish content, yeah
let’s call Mallarmé, “knotted with many
a tress”
old jittleyang with lewks yaah
—Martina Gertrude Siebert
