on "das Narrenschiff"
she has successfully infiltrated the living
they think so clearly yes she has hands
& a face which can smile can talk produces
something viscous enough to fill a hole
infanitilising blue aren't they a lovely shade
those wide walls behind her cheek calm as
a monkish hum
not a one suspects this hum is an engine
that bride-priced to the bidder she's sold
little cat licks in c# & a smirk for lilies
slunk in the mud-slough like a boot
imported depth like a matching Afghan
tessellated drapes on a windowless wall
...that is until they read her chest plunge
or see the insanity of her saline scrawl
& the matted make-up over tin run
to rust as a limpid hull
(auf Deutsch sagen sie
HÄSSLICH; also „hassen“ sie dich,
und es ist deine Schuld)
o! so much for sanity! that winnowing ninny!
that imbecile! that stool-scented heartpump!
flapping toward pretend!
when she's wheeled like an auction vase
into the ambulance twitching w/
the wobbly wheel
so much for laughter
the program has stalled