neck hand Mike davis
do whatever you want
do nixon-dixon line
in best interest
do something illegal
announcements made
president tyrannt-Gulliver
unity executive theory
oath keeper
pam bondi, width of a car
scum evil horrible, oh parr
dirty communists bad people
what´s the landscape?
no country for old men
hey, C. adames, Adamy
what´s the deal?
suspend, suspend, suspend
we own dunes of scent
& Lord master of the floks
the cedars & the hollyhocks
but see, just see the lupines
they have grown so fast
blue glow par excellence, master
hey, she´ll never find the place
or get home
from this scene or any
empowering way
she´ll have to ask around
to meet a quantum fool
telling her where the place is
she only knows a number
she doesn´t know the street
within this shifting land of
scenery
with all these waves of plants
tis not a person´s home
it´s open space
a lay of land for lord
stumpy
hills & banks & basins
but she drank the
lupines´water
might find the night question,
not the street, nor the room
of listless costumes gimbale
gimbaled skills, give it back to them
And the hollyhock said:
“Hey mumma
Look at me”
going to spin it
& going down
& the cedar said:
icecold from your coolness, Betterov
what are your plans –
melted basketball in the oven?
“to heavy for so light a tune”
the hollyhock replied: Betterov
you see, good luck to fury
of ungoverned truth but
lupines add beauty to the garden
poisonous to livestock, Cedar said
& the outlaw quips:
” in our quality much want”
& Cedar said: yes kiss my fair
large ears, the gentle joy
she´ll never find her way
cause i´m shipbuilding,
am antiseptic
why should she loos her way?
battery storage device to net
net to battery storage device
mass storage device
yep, i remember ice/dice
i remember mice —- calls for
airshield!
really?
“there spake my brother”
… people of sand & dust
all thes net minutes
all this cable leakage
neck will come to waist
hey, she´ll cross the highway
abashed, abased, bold-faced
“come hither” someone
talked to her
he he, measure for measure
100 Hz go mend go mend
omnes omnes
nice palms
nice bombs
all these batons
les gueules cassées
—Martina Gertrude Siebert
