Another two poems from Rich Murphy

Neighbor Relations Catching a sunny shade of flush, each pouch of air greets a palm, while whistling into oblivion. The flocks of angels compose the floating wool of skies at the cemetery’s prize.   Iris for cornea, the poke of revenge exacts its violence for beings alive: politics over heaven. The blind party of thumbs punch and hors d’oeuvres of deception wrestle into grounds. The diplomat of preemptive strikes grabs attention of foe to farm using foreign toil and soil. … Read on…