Sheila E. Murphy
p are d ow n
lumens they ball oon pay
me(a)nt thee as arbitrary
potions say-so sweetly
chiaroscuro ventured; nothing gained
tempestuous
young temperature reneges
on in -genuity like it or
not sprocketed
till dawn do us part
particles rain
lowly lore con fused with
macular de-
void of pomp lumpen
as nouns plunked
in the living room
called cousin after c ramping
on the up and up
