KNOT LOT

KNOT LOT

i was not about to tie a relationship

 around this insistent hence –

locked firm and vibrating haloed, 

a deter uncompleted,

 dis-read terms, version virgin 

brooding deep upon a

finger pile, and sustain like an ambulance, 

this division and divine, 

like make-up – that threatened hook and

debatable expectancy 

is work unscathed and tubular

 lot; 

sought munchkin in this like wire – a frame of bated breath,

list hesitancy is my curtain, a tape

caught in the deck, 

but like reading and with

innocence – i don’t know why I’m not and late

verbose on my epiphany isn’t sadist in night looking up.

a fertile, a decision, a bo-peep among the grave, whilst

taken up to ambush seems a ladled out white

maid, with this instinct and this suffix i murdered

the unwritten plot, take permanency and surrogacy and

face this weighed out stop.

nicolee ferris

27.10.01