Sheila Murphy

LATE IN JULY

His intelligence happened to be transparent. Eyes blue as could be brought
down by excessive light. He lay along the daybed, breath poured out to me,
allowed a forwarding of each eventuality. I live on probabilities. Watch the
game erode what confidence in selves might impolitely lack hypotheses of
integration. He declared that we should talk, confirm the misprints in news
stories with an obligation to be interesting. There were willows basking in
athletic light. I blame the elements for everything from frost to high
humidity. How would we make the voyage between one and the other of us.
Give me a noun I can exceed. Each tiny contest protests the proposition of
a finish line. We are all a part of them. The minute that the sport stops
being cooperative, I grow into an audience. And audiences have in their blood
a form of cruelty. Olfactory images that retrieve summer will remain distinct
from him. Perhaps he has not known the kind of weather that requires stark
clothing that supposes a protection from the scalding. I have a photograph
that I resemble sometimes. Even without these glasses, there is twine and
rigor sledding through the sheets. Our conversation seizes trinkets and an
isolated form of quiet in a practical variety of pulp used to secede from
integers that once revived us.

A vehicle driven by my learned response, suppression of a would-be instinct
 
 

PARENTHESES

There is a lag in temporal progression. I wafer one hypothesis into another.
Made things envy theory. And why not? The decibels become the daffodils,
and French pronunciation does not soothe as was intended. July, the month
of sacrifice. A weather impreferred. In places, full delicious green requesting
mimicry in mood. Wood tone of conversations leaves a rapid fire sequential
brevity to answer for indenture. Mantras inexpensive to the touch recoil
while moving our encapsulated priests. It moves me to accept the sleeve that
holds a power source termed the original. Listening to expertise I only need
this moment and will shrug away as soon as it's forgotten. On a day like this,
the energy remands multiple forgivenesses rehearsed. Look at this vase with
water that transcends each unseen sip. Regard this chance to limit our
existence to a purity. Enormous exercises gloat beside a dream that should
have been released. A fraction is enough some days. I part with names to
foster sleep. Released from grass stain, cleavage, sand, moments in arrears.
The penchants waft toward long stretches of peace. Via vocabulary that
would trace the lead calm with a finger.

Lumens, strain just passed, enclosings
 
 

THE LONG ROSTER OF PEOPLE

The long roster of people who want things empties itself before my blinders.
There's a point at which resentment catapults to wingspan that belongs to
someone else. Purchasing power torques relationship this certain way. Do
you wear a sign that says immensity's ferocious? World excavates when we
are looking troubled. Past the din equations fabricated by bare gesturing
hands. To offer what you want. An elevator shaft. A honking horn. A
simulacrum in a practice run. Tear sheets, canceled stamps. Quaint forms
of luck that promise quirky ways of dissing the hypocrisy that pins down
numbers. Is a castle / is a fort / is prayer appropriate for after hours
together? She read well, vividly in fact. Pure gentlemanly fire schooled not
to show. Unflawed and lacking what a song required. Read as wide-ruled
books accommodating reverence if it were restful. Pipes and clean red
chafing. Onomatopoeia. Glass with water, then without. Interminable tryout.
Verdigris misunderstood. Most perfect cup of coffee. Plants in dirt we've
saved to use for planting. Wheat's dementia.

Clean break, hammock when a little breeze is tossed and catalogued

Robust constitution, cramped quarters, tepid management of a pinched nerve

Dream walk in a picturesque snow-shaken scenario, pulp version of a modest
recollection
 
 

THE ONLY SWEET PACIFIC

The only sweet pacific would relate to loss of income, job, or other means of
buying microwaves. This summer, stay tuned to massive inference recently
jobbed out to comers linked by steady strings. Still chemically indulgent as
somebody's child unwhittled and in tune with was it moss or tepid coffee.
Tell me the allure of some lui-meme sacrifice pilfered from once-around-
the-block incantatory bishops' rings. Plurality needs tones to measure by.
Some attitudinal epoxy stiff with grace a scald from used virginity. The
presentation went so well we had to sacrifice a lamb nobody's stepchild.
Saints give back their mother tongue reputedly. Who might be capable of
skirting the indifference veined with phases of the cynical three points of
view still folded underneath the mask of strangers' temperatures.

Ecstasy boiled down to covetousness, non-transferable surgical neglect,
whose flowers

Facts of life the children tell adults

Commitment as a strained caboose, the thought of cash and carry
 
 

WHEN I AM BEING REVOLUTIONARY

When I am being revolutionary, tide forgets to come in. I interpret this to
be a compliment. My neighbors roll the dice so debonairly that I hardly
know or wanly think what's going on. Extrapolation is precisely what we do
when building budgets or a hope chest. Yesterday I learned he's passed.
The brute resemblance to reality was coded in a full lush trill with hosts
become such babbling yups nobody knew what anyone had said so far. It
was a cataract of toast across the yarn of eyes. To tell the truth, I ceased
being a reporter any way you cut the deck. When there is work to do, I
enlist mostly myself. I'm young, say all the blood cells not the joints. Say
all the exercises mottled with prompt sleeves. Whose name is on the first
breast pocket meaning left of center. Heart as good as anyplace to grace
the happy sun I recognize. Why then defend an offering / why not amend
a speech in many-minded tongues responsible for bearing most perceivers
would admire.

A coast-to-coast endeavor, mild in hyprocrisy, slide panel roof you can accept
with slight parentheses of sun

Thinking, circuitous as blunt-talk split into remarks

Hand about to offer to direct proceedings lovely and eventual
 
 

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