Transparent Words - Poetry

 
Rubic's Cube Again
 
By Sheila E. Murphy

 

 
Five-yard penalty won't be enough to curb the stem entirely.  Watch hope be
renaissanced from a jaundiced looking pill that stops the hunger flow from
fleeing cross-stitched to a flag on plays so tame they wasp religion to a
portabello longing.  My friend is not the beam of guardian we thought.  His
known row parched be-sleeves an evidentiary rafter good for what when, what
is needed is communion, never mind the shoddy parts.  Just so, a team ravines
its warm way to the nocturne of a cavalier few looked-upon strummed woods.
The territory kismet blanks its way into a forecast heart.  The way we
episode our stone haze gravely mentions the in part dark sanction maybe even
three adorable replays that could narc a liposuc- to cast uneven light to
scale along pictoral highways blanched yet run to full indifference.  The
levers have a way of fictioning what already works.  You pay your tame ducts
to defray the cost of evening our winter mindful of a trust.  Indelible
defrayal perks its window way of suppling enfranchised stern lewd even
portioning ferrous neglect.  In time, the stalled wood safely runs a deep
blue facelift curve.  One doily or two?  Romanticized big glue snubs wall
stones.  When a reminiscent mood comes clean, we know to pass the cerebellum
roundly.  And in due course, to uncrash the course correction like naïve
injunction.

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