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  1. The Sister of the Sun

    December 2, 2011 by Mathew Ferguson

    the sister of the Sun visited today
    sweeping through the house
    a stream of petals swirling around her
    droplets of oil falling from fingers

    “the Sun has been most reluctant to journey” she said
    adding that “when they were young they travelled everywhere together”
    she was here to enlist my help
    (as i’ve counselled many an astral body)

    (and kissed many an astral body)

    i gave the standard guarantees
    lies flying with angel velocity
    and she left in a blister of oily light
    petals n all disappeared

    immediately i got the Sun on the phone
    and told him to watch out for former friends urging change
    the Sun chuckled at my worry
    did i not know the Sun would never leave the great love it had found?

    i hung up the phone, reassured a little but worried more
    the Sun talks of great love but so does everyone when they are in love
    recent conversations flickered back to me
    the Sun complaining about this and that, most worryingly

    i briefly considered hiding the Sun’s keys to hinder any getaway
    dreamed of a mad short-term kidnapping
    plotted a Vegas wedding and a fake pregnancy if required
    drew a big circle and little circle on paper surrounded by a broken heart

    a flash of light struck me then
    for a moment i thought the Sun had come to take back Tupperware
    but it was a bright idea instead
    the Tupperware gets to stay

    immediately i rang Joe and told him of the Sun’s sister
    described curves and eyes and delicate earlobes
    it was the ankle bracelet that closed the deal
    and he said he’d call her tonight

    never have i hoped so much for a phone conversation to go well
    for laughing and flirting and whispers and connection
    then the Sun’s sister can stay, tied by golden string to Joe
    and we can all go out,
    bright light, petals, oil and shimmering love


  2. wooden playground

    February 27, 2011 by Mathew Ferguson

    sex is a sudden gift
    arriving with the lust
    bodies now active
    amazing thumping
    joy

    like having a wooden structure in your yard
    for all of your life so far
    and then one day,
    one day you realise it is an amusement park
    that rude wood bolted together is not merely functional
    it is pleasure and excitement and oh. my. god.

    and here come former playmates
    with amazing amusement parks of their own
    obsessed with pushing punters through
    obsessed obsessed fuck me right now!

    hot whispers and quiet moments
    with our incredible devices
    come play in my playground
    while i gently stifle you


  3. on the marriage of my friend

    March 18, 2010 by Mathew Ferguson

    happiness whispered
    but i must admit
    to my great shame
    it was jealousy that held the day

    fear jostled me
    and anger heated me up
    terror overtook me
    that you will disappear

    i wonder if it is love
    that i have for you?
    or is a mixture of fear, anger, terror, and control
    pretending to be love

    i revisit my feelings
    open their cell door
    listen to them talk
    and then shut the door in shame

    i hope i will be happy at your wedding
    believe me, i think i do honestly love you
    excuse me if i appear distracted
    i am listening most assiduously for kinder whispers


  4. my badajoz

    October 24, 2009 by Mathew Ferguson

    if i imagine myself as something made of pieces
    easily removed
    then it makes sense how you took my words
    my movements and my little games
    integrated them into your routine
    bundled them up so they looked original
    and presented them to your new lover

    my Badajoz my Dooba my Bartoom
    my hot words and delicate strokes
    winks and looks and my essence
    appropriated and handed on, recklessly

    i do wonder about my Badajoz
    out travelling the world
    leaping from lover to lover
    strangers using my words

    perhaps the happiness aggregate
    of you and your lovers is so high
    because of the word and look you took

    perhaps i am a endless culture machine
    putting out these kind whispers
    starting those games that will last for the rest of time