by phillipw | Jul 5, 2019 | UN
A Gold-like Necktie from the Metropolitan Museum of Art I’m wearing unicorns around my throat And near my heart. Of course they’re cream-like white, Though on their necks in gold fields where they float Are clasped wide collars of a red not bright As blood but darker,...
by phillipw | Jul 5, 2019 | VE
The Transit of Venus with a monarch’s voice Cry, “Havoc!” When Venus transits hairy torsos, she Impels much more than sweat in manly hearts. This goddess is a Viking on a spree Of killing, gone berserk. Her orbit charts A path...
by phillipw | Jul 5, 2019 | BA
Aleatory Melodies Are sonnets chancy music pieces, fey, More like a mistress in a corset when Victoria reigned? Do they lead astray As some silk-corseted comedienne Embarrasses with innuendo or Their saucy message. Are they like twelve-tone Sonatas rigidly...
by phillipw | Jul 4, 2019 | BE
Persian King of the British Library Extremely dark brown and curly, his hair Demands attention from the eyes and heart. It’s long enough to trap me like a snare At midnight where his beard becomes the part That emphasizes masculinity, Embracing finely drawn moustache...
by phillipw | Jul 4, 2019 | TE
Flight to Abuja While Thinking of Lockerbie Encased in plastics and a metal shell, We hurtle through the night above a black Colossal continent of dark and smell The airline food. The captain knows the track That we are following, or thinks he does (Unless an...
