Ear and wall merge murmur,
 sharp and trill gleanings.
As luck would have it
coherence insulates wanted from not
 while doorways cipher nothing
                   going in and out.

She asked what     (ear plugged)       
blushing under pressure
tentative in double take
as one side adores itself   
egging consensus out of dialogue.
At a certain pitch
                   puppies chase their tails.

Everything about this pleases me!

"coherence insulates wanted from not" Such a line!

and those last two lines are killer.

Its a pick for me after the others get a chance to read!

I don't get the basic situation.

I often use this phrase, but probably not in the way your suppose to, and its good, but, wow, a puzzler, but, fun to figure.

Well, I'm sure you've heard the phrase "If walls could talk..."  I took it from there and went with it. I saw it as a woman in conflict with herself. BUT who knows what Larry was inspired by. Maybe I saw a bit of myself in the poem.  It did delight me.

I get the puppy-chasing-its-tail feeling every time I hear a high-pitched zing in my ears - We all hear it every now and then; its one of the myriad hairs that conduct sound into our bodies, singing a swan's song. Weird but it makes me a little sad.

I'm rambling, I know. Poetry affects me that way.