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On Mon, Apr 4, 2011 at 4:16 PM, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]>wrote:
> 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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