LOLLYPOP

LOLLYPOP

woebegone and tidings running through magickal lands of

forests in a dream reaching out from the icicle path script and

collecting branches, seeing dancing pure touch with middle eye grace

and can’t breathe waves of trying to catch me, in webs, and

there is hurtful juiced nastiness in foreign becoming

and now I can’t find it, see it or believe it, drew torpedo

listened forthcoming- untamed- and why am I not ritual and 

inside and further forgotten  I

Nicolee Ferris

Tuesday, August 29, 2000