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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.
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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.
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two prose poems
sheila murphy |