Douglas Barbour & Sheila E. Murphy
Continuations C:
not an eon yet
years crisscross eras
lightly identified a seizure
of self regard
they say re-guard
a border mentality morassed
erasmus moistened doc
trine materially witnessed
finesse light-filled
to search out seized identities
still human regarding
mortification of fleshly sights unseen
unfelt or imperceptible a matter
of gain (said
opposed then thumbs
downed or drowned
in tears of s(h)ame
less mortal loss of
sand aids in keeping
surfaces harsh as miniature swarm
of obstacles protect by stopgap tiny humps
those individuals tall to the ground
from their moment
um
slippage a slope too far
a way too for
lorn or got wind
rows rows ro
bot banality oiled
primed for a fall
loping in light wind
neighbors approach
an other
wise roiling (un)even
banter unrhymed
winding of new history (ga lore
a grave lie gravitas bloody
fall black (w)hole
some kind of story there
unresolved a mystery play for
all the marbled glory
hoary tale teller whispers
rapture lets spin
through lines d raw n
ludic fallacy
a lack of hologram eye
sight mists over when and if
the grave(s)tone holds its gravitas
inscribed a hard cut into stone(d) face
of power mad(e) only more power
full of self sell solid as trans
lucent parent mission
impossible to describe a cross
a(nd) great divide
in principle division readily
becomes a problem although rent
quintuples after a sale
for one yields
pure stone for the other pow
a place to cross to salvage a full tribe
all revolt aleatory narratives repeat
revenge in many tongues all lost now
to the general crowd noise
a nosy parker &nbsop penned
in last seen in the last scene
of this ‘tragedy’ (as asserted
chance unevenness g rows
loud between the urgencies
perfume trumps voltage
leveling at last a stationary penmanship
(someone say something)
repeated to incent crowd cover
read as a non tell a vision only
of the undercover agent (see
below a footnote too high
to hear too heart felt as you know how to
whistle don’t you that classic
come on home lasso
paired with an elastic spirit
the upstart caliber reverts
to gentry in a vision
homespun spawned of
agent desire stippled
in or near the sub-stance
sub-moronic grab aholt of that re
volver solver
though unasked questions
remain remains
of the fray fractured
quest companionship sinking
status quo firms the unevolved stance
cramping post-quest integers
stated as amounts
mount up unsolved
salvation has been taught
to need indulgence distant from all selves
every you must pay for such
indulgences a gift really
to the lurch of the savor
saving trace race to
the bottom out
faced and factor(i)ed
whosoever acts shall be
apart from the(e) imparted
notice sanctions differ from
the sanctuary indwelling lovelines(s)
chance a way through
nimblesse surely as young sparks
high heeled boys will burn low
(g)lowering ever further into the dark
demands sanctioned by a
whom tolled even for their smallest toil
tallied by the darker angles
hoicked and hooking for losses
rally the
well-heeled
(s)tories post-lark
Venn diagrammed oil
for whom (for further
reference o taste (and see)
o take and say
it’s but a gift from all
to some hat(e)
worn with the best
waste not wanted
poster poseur posse
most liftoffs westerly
take the frenzy out of
fact once smooth trajectory
distends into the readily worn
habits of dis
repair respect engagement
sedentary loss of the noble gripe
gripped by passion (worsted
filled or filed into
boxed (in) sets
settle this the Gordian way
those cuts will bleed belated
riptide versus blessing
(simple ox cart perhaps crossing)
taint’s volume embellishes last things
via projection on the poor the seeking
and the tanned hide
leathered empty having already bled shut
stained as statu(t)e of the given
fated failure will out
shine a lit bonfire of
the vanishings vain
to wish it otherwise
say wistful loungings at the top
subtlety beneath bonhomie
repeals a caustic fire
foreign to the core
the givens as dis
tinctured with fate
banishing the best in us
in or out of Coventry a coven
try at something other
than weaker or whether
a spelling distorted dis
trusted as alien
distorts as law less than leave
kinship spells us
from alienation if and only
if distortion comes unbranded
it is for keepsakes we convene
fearing to venture to the reign
and in the rain
whose is that dark cloud clouds
minds and hearts is white
noise blackening (blanking
out as pot blaming scuttle from
thought full mess of
a man (age) meant to deride
ankle depth lame motion
(sickness) shuttles vile wish
into production that
induces blame where ought
might overtake the loud mess
yielding aught
naught eye (third and closed
for upgrades uppity
graduates look every which way
loosed on the spiritless
hoard ings boarding
house blues a century past
pity the spirit has been
hoarded a century’s worth
of impotence disguised as
moral amounts to
has-been blues weighing only
the allowable thresh-
handhelds bits or bytes buy
better days dark nights
help no one sing to morning
blood thirst blames an other
stuck in the muddle again
st rung out on (t)hat(e) drug
stuck when bitten in repeatable
unsung mourning as the shallow
light (unstrained) holds (back)
its own say-so
un-startling in the widespread
darkness
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Continuations C:
not an eon yet
years crisscross eras
lightly identified a seizure
of self regard
they say re-guard
a border mentality morassed
erasmus moistened doc
trine materially witnessed
finesse light-filled
to search out seized identities
still human regarding
mortification of fleshly sights unseen
unfelt or imperceptible a matter
of gain (said
opposed then thumbs
downed or drowned
in tears of s(h)ame
less mortal loss of
sand aids in keeping
surfaces harsh as miniature swarm
of obstacles protect by stopgap tiny humps
those individuals tall to the ground
from their moment
um
slippage a slope too far
a way too for
lorn or got wind
rows rows ro
bot banality oiled
primed for a fall
loping in light wind
neighbors approach
an other
wise roiling (un)even
banter unrhymed
winding of new history (ga lore
a grave lie gravitas bloody
fall black (w)hole
some kind of story there
unresolved a mystery play for
all the marbled glory
hoary tale teller whispers
rapture lets spin
through lines d raw n
ludic fallacy
a lack of hologram eye
sight mists over when and if
the grave(s)tone holds its gravitas
inscribed a hard cut into stone(d) face
of power mad(e) only more power
full of self sell solid as trans
lucent parent mission
impossible to describe a cross
a(nd) great divide
in principle division readily
becomes a problem although rent
quintuples after a sale
for one yields
pure stone for the other pow
a place to cross to salvage a full tribe
all revolt aleatory narratives repeat
revenge in many tongues all lost now
to the general crowd noise
a nosy parker &nbsop penned
in last seen in the last scene
of this ‘tragedy’ (as asserted
chance unevenness g rows
loud between the urgencies
perfume trumps voltage
leveling at last a stationary penmanship
(someone say something)
repeated to incent crowd cover
read as a non tell a vision only
of the undercover agent (see
below a footnote too high
to hear too heart felt as you know how to
whistle don’t you that classic
come on home lasso
paired with an elastic spirit
the upstart caliber reverts
to gentry in a vision
homespun spawned of
agent desire stippled
in or near the sub-stance
sub-moronic grab aholt of that re
volver solver
though unasked questions
remain remains
of the fray fractured
quest companionship sinking
status quo firms the unevolved stance
cramping post-quest integers
stated as amounts
mount up unsolved
salvation has been taught
to need indulgence distant from all selves
every you must pay for such
indulgences a gift really
to the lurch of the savor
saving trace race to
the bottom out
faced and factor(i)ed
whosoever acts shall be
apart from the(e) imparted
notice sanctions differ from
the sanctuary indwelling lovelines(s)
chance a way through
nimblesse surely as young sparks
high heeled boys will burn low
(g)lowering ever further into the dark
demands sanctioned by a
whom tolled even for their smallest toil
tallied by the darker angles
hoicked and hooking for losses
rally the
well-heeled
(s)tories post-lark
Venn diagrammed oil
for whom (for further
reference o taste (and see)
o take and say
it’s but a gift from all
to some hat(e)
worn with the best
waste not wanted
poster poseur posse
most liftoffs westerly
take the frenzy out of
fact once smooth trajectory
distends into the readily worn
habits of dis
repair respect engagement
sedentary loss of the noble gripe
gripped by passion (worsted
filled or filed into
boxed (in) sets
settle this the Gordian way
those cuts will bleed belated
riptide versus blessing
(simple ox cart perhaps crossing)
taint’s volume embellishes last things
via projection on the poor the seeking
and the tanned hide
leathered empty having already bled shut
stained as statu(t)e of the given
fated failure will out
shine a lit bonfire of
the vanishings vain
to wish it otherwise
say wistful loungings at the top
subtlety beneath bonhomie
repeals a caustic fire
foreign to the core
the givens as dis
tinctured with fate
banishing the best in us
in or out of Coventry a coven
try at something other
than weaker or whether
a spelling distorted dis
trusted as alien
distorts as law less than leave
kinship spells us
from alienation if and only
if distortion comes unbranded
it is for keepsakes we convene
fearing to venture to the reign
and in the rain
whose is that dark cloud clouds
minds and hearts is white
noise blackening (blanking
out as pot blaming scuttle from
thought full mess of
a man (age) meant to deride
ankle depth lame motion
(sickness) shuttles vile wish
into production that
induces blame where ought
might overtake the loud mess
yielding aught
naught eye (third and closed
for upgrades uppity
graduates look every which way
loosed on the spiritless
hoard ings boarding
house blues a century past
pity the spirit has been
hoarded a century’s worth
of impotence disguised as
moral amounts to
has-been blues weighing only
the allowable thresh-
handhelds bits or bytes buy
better days dark nights
help no one sing to morning
blood thirst blames an other
stuck in the muddle again
st rung out on (t)hat(e) drug
stuck when bitten in repeatable
unsung mourning as the shallow
light (unstrained) holds (back)
its own say-so
un-startling in the widespread
darkness
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