open sea or river or way up high
fly butterfly
crimson as a maple tree in the fall
simply to pick safe space to rally on
so many raids, walloping farmers in a state
super gerrymandering woes
who cares about race
now it appears right here
with no finishing time there
while all arguments will be heard
later this year
somewhere over the rainbow house
is so slim that Olive Oyl doesn´t know its rim
eye booger or lashes far down on the list
hold on, way up high, Big Daddy
what a grist dicky lullaby
“maim instead of kill”
wasn´t it you who was saying:
you is fish
& dreams of distorted fiction
hover above the chimney tops
who knows if it´s all so dish
while blackbirds are just bad-faithed arguments
all shall be taken up to the rainbow &
the blue of skies
taken up to Huckleberry investments
at church summer camp
hello aspergillus & Nicolaus Copernicus
what a bold color wheel
the last ditch came by &
someone said: oh, why can´t I?
so, darkness fell & left
quite like magnolia twiggs leak a gray jacket
yeah, condoms in so many little pockets
hello gym bag, forget victoria bars
Ditch Dish
split-slits of a cornerstone
still crimson as a maple tree in the fall
shredded tapestry – what a gale, magott
white/black. – orange/blue
& no clouds far behind me
so why fly?
just a ballad for a little girl
hello rocket gang bang & the joy of the 1%
way up high muddskippers can´t work right
so it´s May again in Francia
Los Caprichos show again in Ispania
& for Lamagna it´s mystery time on Sardinia
to find the anchovy again while house is too slim
for Olive oyl
well, last night of the proms & Nessie rules the waves
comfort thee
why not “whish” upon a star
so many knaves just go so far afar
“Yuh from DHL and you no knows weh
delivery go?”
it´s just a hum
delicate & numb
oh Beta Pictoris b
you´re no ambulance
you´ll see
zed or ezed or zee
all just a coatee
Hey!
—Martina Gertrude Siebert
