Hard-earned forecast, breastfed in the bedstead leisuring with can-do Norsemen
wandering in blurred lines softly spoken

Weave a cross line, benefact the menace lane and
dramatize the stained own shadow self- abs- but not
evenly absolute pertaining to a load of cats

Train the flu to not come between lanky infinitives
Under the kettledrum because I cannot wean
Myself of franchising the wit of dimhood, a
Fortuitous pertained stone foretoned water where I
Gift our canter house to have welded our copshare
Spoken when a little wide-leafed small lapel
Broke open

A month ago you wormed in to a weathermall if
Anchor tones were worded just so antithetical
To brainlets worn along the wrist in part because of
Justice trained to seem to outlast frozen parchment
Without reference to the painting on of overcast

118.

Stick figurines more than a wink slow do this synchronized swimming thing on land
instead

Count all three of them, call it an episode, a falcon
wheel of choice demented powerups glandly
witted down to port mortal pinion nuts on glitzy trays

Infernando infidels with crapshoot beards look
Lorn with the becauses stained out front un-
Hesitatingly as swollen as the Parker, Arizona stare
Faint with resistance any prayer would counter-
Act a slow way to the wherewithal untitian and
Quite slow

The tact is loose around the bunch cut skinny
Anks, she thought the singer would be Paul
Although we had to jitter then jawbone a little
Prior to consensing on the topic, now I lay me
Down to reap the benefits of sleeping in a peach
Cloth cotton slow to be abrasive as the outfit
Was when beauty left it crisp a speck also of
Clog

119.

Band big fundamentia spoiled on glass tip whiskey light inside the underneath

Be pointed with a broken rasp that hinges on the hinter
boisterous leverage on account of loving irroutinely
the emetic snow float swilling down the temple free of force

Steeples dislodge unfettered sky space openly
Inert from tops of any, here the spoils come down
To more than my opinion’s husk, one in six-
Teen in our culture is a redhead, and a mere
Three-fifths of my primary family is must that,
Not me, lopsidia was where we parked made-
in-America young mid-sized wheels or larger

So the unless points the way swiggering as she scrapes
The file across her nails, petting the ink spots their
Own former white curved moon space mainly
Curious, unjurious, unflamed, blast the loved one
From her saddle and of course play catch to save
Yourself and her alike

Sheila Murphy co-founded with Beverly Carver and continues to coordinate the Scottsdale Center for the Arts Poetry Series, now in its eleventh season. Murphy is President of the management consulting firm Sheila Murphy Associates. Since 1976, she has made Phoenix, Arizona, her home.