FOOTNOTES

FOOTNOTES

consequential uncertainty, they ‘teached’ me how to

dance, and leapt like a hurricane as to admit

unsubtle laugh, like microwave he licks me

and we spend it all unspread; without dislike

at the piano space there is more than bookcase

daft. Likened undo conspiracy, they barrelled

their way through the parallel and inconstancy

talks of graveyards and birdbrains and

smell…..this isn’t lack of tabernacle, of

shocking throng or bike, this is whisper

of the species, the angles holding tight;

and outside in that reignman, that forgotten

slag of snort, doesn’t do much

with it’s poison – it’s all too much a

lot…..yet sidened unto desert

into research

into regret

brings about a certain instance

that distance of my

                      lot.      

nicolee ferris  

18.10.01