through the flavored smoke
the bare barrel i greet the
needle arrow
all the girlies, ASI & ANI & AGI
licking & sucking electrical storms
these luxury meat masks to signal
wealth, ideal object of its own &
in-group belonging
the smoke tune of sooner or never at all
AI to settle like sediment into
the corners of our lives
to get a room fawning chandelier club
with ladles in hands, a welcome mat
black-damp, anti-mold met
ready for action
sooner or never at all
this something quotidian
the ordinary to crush “little mouse”
the port of 5 seas
white sea, baltic sea, caspian sea
sea of azov, black sea
access
ceci n’est pas un pipe
“la trahison des images” &
all this fetching water
starving itself plumb as
jade green speaker, yeah
wait a second
there it is the little piglet
while the scientist says:
here are the brains of jill
& hop
& you don’ t have to eat that
eat the daub of your mum
ceci n’est pas un pipe
in the manifold room of a room
the little black dog, Gust Dog,
that you cradle
doesn’t want to be put down
trammel or not
two and a half tones will bite you
as a remainder, comma
all this trouble with intervals
9/8 dotted pitches
longs & briefs, that underwear
you know, apparently commensurable
but what about the “wolf”
will wolverine pay the prize for purity
i see the sky colored girls of crazy horse,
robin’s egg blue
makes sense doesn’t it
just like night radio
where somebody said:
“night is an unlit house
tired of standing”
oh by jove, i forgot who said that
just remember Hölderlin’s
Bee often near pillory
new billets of life expectancy
sentience once more imagined
as agitation
time signatures
to keep the beat
strong & full & general
lords’ temporal
called Celestics
thereby we will hear
the disharmony of the world
the incongruous detail
of all Fontaines/ fountains
oh by jove, i forgot how
to say that
—Martina Gertrude Siebert