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Sheila E. Murphy

Nine Poems



And Now

Mow the lard
Of capillary sadness
Indwelling the spirit's
Tonal frag-
For keeps, to bloom is
Twice the noise
Accursed
Thus is my ink
A shocking
Clop clop
Parsed to pieces




Left Hand Poem

Trillowats from dark now are
Centrifugal to you
My federal delirious gem darling
All-inclusive of
The history and present spackled
Retrofit of infinite young wall-to-wall




Punctuation without Interruption

On page 8 "pick / choose / modify / personalize"
You are the key to the success of this program
This is really good information if
Overly or underly prepared
Spanish language limited to three sessions
Why I wonder half in two small facts
If you are with an organization
Wherever you're doing this class
Quote sell this program unquote
Video with face talkful
Power laden in these several examples
What materials are involved here
Low self image process
Call it share and tell
What has someone done to her
Learning to model skills page twenty-two tips
Qualify everything murmured
Use of the word powerful connects
Just dots begging each one to like her
No one reciprocates
Scatter at will pretend
You are a volunteer
 
 
 
 
Texture of One

A leitmotif has bristled
Fear into our upstart daylight
Savings planned to ratchet up
The divan poised
To have been carted off
To litmus test times
Violence cropped to depth
Perceptive viewless
Butterflies winded by fall and
Thriffed across
Pure vocal truth
Rewarded as acknowledged
Unencumbered functionality




Retract The Reasons for the Light

She redefined the lotion of a shadow.
I was there when fissures of glaucoma made the light
retract the reasons for the light.

Unless you have been doused in slow privations, temperatures will seem to last.
The obvious intention lapses into headrest after stultifying grandeur.
When she says she loves her child, what possible retort would you position for the child.

Elastic may define material inside the treasured head.
As memory retraces evidence, there will have seemed a single stripe of hope
to garnish opiates of space quadrangles.
Hemispheres display their own respective voids.
Our partnership imbued with worry simmers fast.

As we have drained the damage from our outer rationales,
the enemy appears to have been wearing pearls.
Ovations spawn intelligent new ovals.
Whim delimits our discretion.
Herald has its hark severed under viaducts.

If one is patient, one can prosper in the situation of an egg.

The longer frames are touched,
the more their ritual will corner spaces in the mind.
An instrument deemed musical entwines with many silver silhouettes.

She had pretended art would brace her, clean,
and dime its way into the track lighting meant for unaffiliated entrants.
Soon the limits of her reach will have been painted large on billboards
that accept the light of street wash.
Temperatures have been tasted and redeemed.

Forms of verbs grow passive with each supplemental daytime.
Vast inhumanity reveals endangerment.

Was she at any time envisioning another's safety?
I imagine not, with all my powers of cement to lay atop the roadway.
Venturing to top the litany of sofabed and symmetry.
One lies down to feel the temptless night,
the dazzled night,
the fountain of depth night
as it always was and has been.
She is holding for a toll-free operator on a line that pours out music of a hero.
She feels plain as someone lacking sin.
Thereby believes her own opinion equals more than homemade opiate ensconced in heresy.
 
 
 
 
As Good At That As Anyone Being Abstruse Becomes a Formed Affection

Posture is an ample melody
One thinks one's other norms
The care homogenized sifts pure
Amendments taken back
"Give me the ball"
Bearing story
For crystal sake
Chop chop
I want it now

 
 
 
Prescrip-

Maybe take this body, form
Containment imitative of
Inanimate cross text
Moved over cleared to play
A slight concussion two-
Toned from the West Virginia forty-eight
Contaminate some suffrage before being
Full of weight subtracted
From the posse traipsing toward
A finish line by line
 
 
 
 
Method

Explain: do you grow bored
Between the time idea comes
And it is lifted to fruition
It is written
That contentment has no place
Time running out of solace
When have you been tired enough
More sizzle less flex
Highway frames its cost
Prior to sundown
Parentheses make little beds
All known at once

 
 
 
Dox

Chronology cannot make us
Less interesting than you
So do not bother coming
With your small selves
And your conviction
This is charity

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