Golly, a poem with words! Water in a desert. I likes.
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From: Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]>
Sender: "Poetryetc: poetry and poetics" <[log in to unmask]>
Date: Mon, 4 Apr 2011 16:16:58
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Subject: I Thought About Inhabiting Co-Habitats Where One Had Lived
I thought about inhabiting co-habitats where one had lived
With treble clef as pregnant as the willow lines, mid-wind.
I thought intangibles were nemeses because because because
Of wheat-free depths, no guarantee that there were menu-
Driven casualties afoot, unless the dampness no one anymore
Affords would liven up the place-kick
In the northerly disposable grape fest lining the old field,
Where the hatch of mutual escape.
Then and only then would thus appear to be a moon to honey;
There and only there the locus of a plant,
Continually dis-included from plantation would be sloughed
Away into the dither patch of strenuous confection
Yesterday a pair of twelves reverted to the mingling
Of watered wine and better pepper.
Now I have my doubts my dray my Dramamine,
My drapes and Walter who remembers who I am,
Despite dis-inklings he would rub out of these sheets
Of pulp and dry ice and demented forays into
Mini-scence we've dredged from water and from brine
[I think therefore he's fine].
Adrenaline makes free particulates seem vines all through
Divine momentum [let us shine],
And let us innovate before the breezeway's shorted
To a breeze, beyond the wheeze a quarter tone from pitch parfait.
Sheila E. Murphy
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