a hapless gallery
6 necked chickens in the bathroom
4 screens in the living room
it´s nothing but torture
darkroom, taproom, lunchroom
naboom
all these small trees
called unstable elements
or forty cents walking through
exploitation
through the rooms again
skinny carts, provincial suns
a fearless flash of watches & rings
January sun
rubbers´den & self defense
ephemeris, calendar sheet
negligent flux, jinni
what a demeanor, what a talent
sweet sunk fence
the presentness of it all, face
desire of control
said something, kind of
genuinely distraught
this must never be omitted
the lithographs of age, toy luck
fusty -“grimoire”
a deceased mother comes in to
show me Beckmann´s dead hands
“Shall i show you pantomime?”
no, i said, too much sex
fire in a glass chest deep in the sea
this believe of mummers
kind of a tenant that holds a latchkey
indeed, indeed like a naked spouse
Hipparchia of Maroneia &
all the farmhands & bingo makers
action, the imitator of all
all, all, all a setting in motion
not a “köttr´s” mock business
my ding a ling
yes, sir, turtle creek
“Ain´t nobody gonna knock it darling,
mm-mhmm”
i fell so hard i heard bells ring
but held onto my ding-a-ling-a-ling
fusty head banging of the hemisphere
checking you out but can´t finish this
hey, starling – gregarious bird
native of the very old world
luckily all birds get away
get a way
Gattaca
bell star & Bass Reeves
the legend of Mary Fields
hello peter thiel, Chloé said
should we be living tomorrow
we will have to go to work
a ukrainian joke
desire of control
—Martina Gertrude Siebert
