BEDROOM  WINDOW

the smell of nightwash on the stand permeated through the subtext of lightning squire haven. I drew back words and there was heaven at the door waiting like a nightgown to be refilled and paid for. This caress of too much told, insipid preview of doubtless chateau, once watched and knew, became one. There was living at the threshold, time waited if I wanted it to and then sank between walls of questless drama, rank and out of reach.

I whispered to what was once, and berated the look of forever, reflected in the candlespark of ‘tough–to–take-on’ mirror, and there, lessened in the degree of out there tomb sigh I drank, revelled, met the gate and shimmered. We have this time now, silent and perplexed, we reflect and refract while pausing to reflex, ancient summertime of tidings untold and glimmering essence in this syringe of continuum, space and all that, decisions don’t matter at first bait and flat.

stop.

this is not my nightmare, the relationship and wake up in a mix master now that the lightning’s unsure, and even sullied I caught it dreaming on for want of words to decipher me and crystallise the mixture soughted, unrepented and demented, a prince of folly dictation as the race prepares its shore, I had a relapse in cognisance in virtue with it all, the amnesia of the forgotten, where are they amidst this whore

of sensation

on sensation

of sensation,

tax the poor to make them fight and build up right or fright and crumple me,

diligent weeper

wait for ever flawed.

Nicolee Ferris 

2000

APERTURE

APERTURE

equestrian contrast as i assured you

it would be, a thoughtless reprimand of desired concentration

while the nestle watches over in heat and virtue high break, a silhouette

of common game, a relief in systems matic

and an opus overneath,

wanting sayings stroking firestruck

in the hair that stands on end, an eyeless who for whiplash

would tie entrails in the wind, and capitulary understanding

serves the encore’ in the den,

a bleeding, cascading, smiling revolt while shimmers in the reasoning

look upon a twisted thought, and re-erase the timing, is

that forward or before? a twitching state of frame of mind,

no longer so over the course and refract in

mesmer illustrate, a vice of desexed nought and

without this always consciousness there is no death to the thought,

i frame wilderness in lipgloss – a merry aperture,

a stroking devoid transit place

unaware of what it’s worth and worth and worth

and

worth.

tell it now to stop: tell! no longer kiss the tame

and whimper rightly in the lap of his cock – you said

you wanted the play, and dervishes creak

while you still try to sneak in between the safety

of the bordering insane and life laughs at you,

all of it! smiling not far away-

because you thought you weren’t empty

and you thought you were game.

Nicolee Ferris

07.00

ANSWER THAT

 ANSWER THAT

residual outgrowth of unanswered talkative and reconstructive – deliverance.

i walked upon a shallow grave without permission to do so and, the light underneath grew verbatim to an inch of that within sickness fold and lightening refusal. a typed out mistake going further as if there was reconstruction in the tone of the evening, my voice of tone – turned directly and independantly as though all was previous and therefore lost, impossible to think that one can make things easier through a relaxed effort.

                comfortable, peaceful, knitting needles and jack-offs, pulsing to the chorus flux. An intake and denial up first on the list, as the stages rock and the nights roll.

toll.

hollering

                and Sunday.

wasteful discharge of yesterdays regrets, psyche and artificial thought, disgruntled as the day lingers on.

toll

and ashfall –

flat stick on the tolerator pedal

infectious and licked

who am i to question the die?

who are you to question?

Nicolee Ferris

08.00