Gridlines inflect drawn
blood. Sine wave
retracts
place points
from lone melody
to sonata
for four hands,
performed sforzando
for a seasoned
audience
habitually
relapsing into double vision,
all eyes, all ears,
yielding
an attention span
refracting granularity.
Weather pills upon
the sleeves, in swatches
of pale shade.
Resin from trees
(lithe by association)
draws forth sound, dissolving
sentence after sentencing,
these kin out of their depth,
whose flagrant fouls
hold marriage
in abeyance,
via tired obedience.
The risen take their cue
from legendary piety
sudsing in the aftermath
of vows presumed still true.
Where is gravity when
one needs it most?
Norms twirl playthings
in the quest for ritual.
He projects cement foundation,
while inquiring his exact
location. The obvious
reply is replication
of a center pointing
to arrhythmia
difficult to dance to,
despite the glow
of resonance patterning
full desire
a day late, dollar,
fallen short.
Sheila E. Murphy lives in Phoenix, Arizona. Murphy is a prolific poet and visual poet, with recently published collaborative and individual books and commissioned artwork. Xexoxial Editions has just released a brand new volume of visual poetry by Murphy and K.S. Ernst. Murphy's most recent individual poetry title is American Ghazals (Otoliths Press, 2012). Her collaborative book with Douglas Barbour, Continuations 2 (University of Alberta Press, 2012), was shortlisted for the Alberta Book Publishers Association's Robert Kroetsch Poetry Book Award. Murphy recently completed a trio of commissioned visual poetry pieces for a private collection in New Hampshire.
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