THE LETTER A

THE LETTER A

Circumstance is suffocated when

 retribution kicks in like ten-fold

and free-fall; the interim insists on lapping,

 as in frozen take-away and token shoulder

fencing. There isn’t anywhere where this

matters, or inflicts or digests. Sufficient work-load

is like a trip to the moon – made up and

headachy. Like respect, and encompass, derision

flags a meaningful test, like magnets, and situations

differ. So much like the untold reason of

verbatim circumference; so much so, that electricity

falls in hand-cuffs, and pronounces, applause’s ,

the lack of confederacy, the sheer might of

absence, the tall talk of vagrancy.

The injected degenerate syphons off a postponement,

and the whisper deletes topography and all choices of

 mezzanine. The letter A is defeated, massacred  in

celebration, dissected in creation. We see terminals and

dustbins and wonder how deliberate the show is.

Like a gesture, upon a hilltop, satisfaction decides…and

gains. Instinctively we doubt, and treble quietly, but

foot marks remain, and the digits shout. Unlike a

system of telepathy knock, we pasture in a duration

withheld by the significance intent. Like shelter…..

and forbidden terminability sinces a Friday night,

the colours satiate on dexterity. We wish

with this, and devolve this and mention this and

gather this and censor this and invigorate this and

all this is of this. That which we claim –

pro claim  de claim…. inclaim…a dozen borders

upon frozen shores of insidiousness, the throbbing blindness

a heartbeat registering instinct, incentive itself. De-

vilify, de-mention, de-seminar, de-invention, de-

willingly. And like touch, a chasm of prism

denotes disillusionment, and frankly.

The only true god of know. Symbiote.

This.

And the decisions made herein.

In Between.

And the salsa performed hence.

Forgetting that we forget, and that there is no

this.

Law, like formidable, touches down

between breast and correlates a suggestion of flesh

or machine. There is task, and involved, but surrogate

nothing isn’t here to inflate. Tempered memory, and

re-adjustments deterred finalise a peruse upon

saturated victory, and keep the mould in fold, feeding on

deliberancy in itself, and mentioned chaos. The act of

soliciting serenades a self-juncture, a want, tainted and

imperfected.  Target obscurity and left hand approach

signify a translate, an incision, a tapestry of what’s

not there and rehabilitation of that indisposed.

Like séance

                and affection

dismal propriety infects an offload

and transmits superstition

subjunctive…..

to envelope merry-go.

nicolee ferris     030305

AAD