run run
hawkers
run run
into pink-blue braziers
all these dangerous cities
where scope & size doesn´t count
run run to pro forma sessions
run to free style ditties
cities of clitty ditty seamount
huugh
what a churn of remount
to break characters & laugh
the pontoon bridges of
the perky
zippy
airy i have ho switches
sound tables´new choices
while we hear a purring of
tzahal & 3 kissers &
the running of blood
& the sound of blue jays´
clicks
while brass pushing
with knee to reach
dear W Claire
share or shave
wew wee free
what if ever or first all
did he try to reach
the finishing post
wiggle, snap & thrust
these waggish matters
funny master
Gash-gash-gash
riding to the stars
roaming over shadow ticket
who cares
is that what it is
a glass experience
yeah, glass boxes
yelling: Gonzo, hello
“uh-huh, go on”
we love teen limbo
vum-vum wacky
Alameda County, jittery
performativity &
guerillia gardening
tillage
with lords & all this action
oh, dont´t you know rarefraction?
“Ssh”
are you looking for that, Myrna Loy…
the thin man —-
democrats & republicans & methodist faith
toffee wraith & lenox hill hospital
this landmark look of 24 fps
“po-ho-seeb-lay”
bring it up to the boyz that took
the money a-way
bring it to crescent city trump at
swap meets
oh boy, weww is the opening act
so it reads
rilly?
are we really build to strive?
hey, never walked into a room
so silent before
what a dive
“they are here again”
“run for your life”
uh-oh thank you miss Schlitz
it wasn´t you who stole the fish
—Martina Gertrude Siebert
