SPECIES

SPECIES

“How dull it is to pause, to make a rest…..not to shine in use.”

unquestioned, unrefined, decaffeinated sublime, surreptitious guess

at the roulette seen twisted and scene-based beside the ideal,

reverted and tying shoelaces, manx tarmac, above seaveiw

and celeste deviousness, anxious door bait, promises relaxed, vicious gleerot,

grimace sliced at mis-observed timekeeper tricks,

another elusive eclipse, a sidewalk dandelion percolating undone,

and it’s hidden to stop what you are, the personal struggle being

Tri and eyeangle, hard to stay done up, and wandering in raucous vacuum seat,

Treble.

nicolee ferris

2000