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  Obedience school crawls into my boyfriend sleep. Possessive particles combine two different stews of fifteen yards and file drawers. Juggle the belts of thin defray-the-cost type guys. Be moody, say twin principals of rival schools with loose class rings. Whose syllabi include Genet. Affectioned jazz sub-sections all-American front-loaded peace. Problems wither on the tempted vine. They shock. They blear. They sentence primogeniture to just a wash. Concavity tries to correct the impulse to draw nicotine out of the stick. Enduring sunlight is the craving. Symptoms light our wicks until a certain rich approximation of a fractured planet thyroids its way to a long kick. A toe dance asks for jonquils or name recognition with a zero drop in sudden fuel. Taking the derisive impulse to a bundle of tall weeds. Vicarious decisions try to be the hunk the lead men dream of seeming. How is a conversion any kind of syllable recruited from a sperm bank? Swatches of sure homing endure our grasp. I want to glove you or decide which opera's in the paint or just the limelight. Gallahad's my thin looking opinion varnished solely white. The lambs are crushed precursors of the oafish blight. Come near the threatening opinion to occasion safety fast as white.


Quote anything and for a while you're going to sound stuck. Rest, write, love, not in that order. Measures of central tendency leave home without a barrister. Nearly breast fed is the worth of otherwise. Enter. Preen. Divert attention from. Proceed to countersign my warmth and you will automatically receive enunciation in the wound of indoor-outdoor carpeting of anti-sacrifice. Look over here at hilly trances. Material so said flakes apart. The rheumy red deception closes ranks and sheet rock. What are you running here, a packaged dampness? Fulcrum also owns the spare. She'd tire swing first away then toward me. Seismography domains first ink before the calling. A stiletto heel pierces the frightened . . . rewrites history to fit the costume and periphery. For now there will be sleigh bells and decisive climbs. One integer the same. Or letter. Cryogenic as egalitarian momentum. Haughty brawned incisions white as the point "go" just recently moved out of the park. Position is our world's impressionable making. Each to limbs gaining a feel for the avoidance of a swatch of wasted time.


two prose poems

sheila murphy