"the blips gone by

when do things decry their frail in-
amnesty, and do we pry out of our own
voicebox the new waitlist
for film props, jetstream
lengthening the trip, the blips
gone by, the ostracized new kit
abundantly endowed with loping
indigence the way that mother used to
matterhorn, and do we also need
our frere jacques sung to us
while laundry coats the threshold
rain almost upon us now and
blousy trains of thought inebriated
with their own sootheworthy unction"

---Sh*ila *. Murphy, Gr**n T*a with Ging*r (2003) [my Po*try *xchang* book--thanx!]