Is it the great big yellow or
just red hot
iron in my shoulder, fellow man
let’s put some finishing touches
on my voluntary death
as they claim
Khan Junis did just that
hammy tammy rainbow brite
ink dab, kidnap full of metal
of sterling whoose & whoosh
iron slides of ” il moro”, milano bright
all tasks are assigned
cloud sprite & skittles’ bag &
the dumbness of Hans Huckebein
see bilberry what an ink
what a link spritely in nature
epic noodling of a holy grail
plus frantic fans of ostracism
of Kolkotta & gender binary
all very small
just imagine what they all swim for
in these rivers of agender
cnt pages as well as folders in archives
front wall side wall five
all so perfect to claim they once saw truth
and body indeed or
stream of shiny tides of hammy film couth
porpoise pistol mercury rise
sidewinder plus tactical light
plenty of liquid crystal
but i still call it liquid sky
walking in the alleys of action, impractical
the useless get their asses in line
as part of folly & blunder
going up the Wartburg again to
hail old honors, freedom, fatherland yeah
plus rose Of E, the automotion, drifts & venture
or other acts of kindness in the long line
of fly-by- night skills
new cohorts staring at strangers
such a simple drill
dogs in a manger
but i know this girl walking
down the street with 3 yellow dots
on her hat
she approaching me
sometimes i can see, she said
and sometimes i can not
i have to shield my eyes from the sun
is this the 5 racing along?
yep, it’s the 5, hammy 5, quite a rainbow brite, streetcar 5
strict & ad litteram
go ahead
—Martina Gertrude Siebert
