Sheila Murphy

 

a hint turned into several plus some observations

maybe you could patch something away
maybe you could stretch
maybe you could abrogate some living

posses mulch the yard against our better
and the raving luna charms
the ranch dress pablos all our weathering

practicalia lingers like the lingerie on lines
just watch
sentence upon sentence not fit anymore

the fingerings to flute are planted in
sometimes during the fourth ensemble where
astrology bequeaths its hazing

chapter after verse retains a sentimental okra
loitering dispatches ominex
so why be brutal why be sleighed why wince

when quarters don't adjust the reading of the metric salt
my quizzes are indelible my haunts precise
are you intentionally brisk with only me

I've so much to look forward to
regard my stance
a trance of living speaks abide with me

now Lincoln logs preside over the hospice trace
I think she almost held the feel of winter
it was braced and I was soma-ed into stillness

how the bearing wall holds anybody's chastity
is beyond the withered obvious
and chains make lovely rinses when and if

behold another morning copper in barometer
and choiceful threaded pierced
some younger person's body has detained me

here I vote for how it was then veto
my own charity it's tulip torment
when the skin fine bubble starts to drop



may poem

flocked with peat's indelible miasma
tiffs went luke and threads swilled over
mist of the caprice a show of hands
tended the ice prints in a fatherly . . .

so tumult had to ride to writhe
to short sell at a point of wither
sheepish recollections of these pints
of shadow droned across the ritalin-

induced misericordia toning seat time
capped off by distress and charmed
by chance to till the volley
as portentous as the lemon sea

preemption stalks the fear of bedrest
haste makes happen in a wink
of non-destructive ilk so soft
as to be holy at least once and shining



by your third person silence I am not the least erased

1.
quell effervescence
on your mark about to
shiver into dis-
appearance

2.
fuel a-
amounts to
broth not
supped

3.
I ave-
rage three
somethings
each day

4.
with-
out your second
self per-
sonae
riff on
rafters

5.
count things
to equip
the mind for
acres of
untouch

6.
substituting
pages of
parlance
for dealing
in the lockdown

7.
first things
shatter
voiced things
breathe
walking to-
ward away
detritus of
the season

8.
milk bait
chorus
tingles
waitlist
for continued
longing

9.
I resist these
sentenced shadows
only once

10.
recall each
leaf a-
spin down
near the textured
walls