|Sheila E. Murphy
|Pullover: (I'm Not A)
We're in the language lab.
(You're in the army now)
(The vintner has your backspace)
(And why not: (the) play commences in a quarter hour)
Some of mindlight sung in jest.
(Lapidary silence shifts me eye)
Myopic soldiers cling to our quart(et)s.
(Give me a ring)
Whatcha wearing to the party, Marty?
(Eminence: both yours and mine)
Leaves of the saints smart from our observation.
(Time to paint the rent)
It's called the pilgrim flu so watch yer mouth.
(She claimed to notice moths on high though they were only flurries*)
*Timothy Ernst-inspired line