by phillipw | Aug 29, 2019 | HE
Argonauts Were Only Men, Yet Special The heroes sailed away and left behind, Unnoticed, Herakles — the greatest of Them all. It is as if those men were blind. Was this because they knew too well his love Was different from their own? Herakles was placed Amidships,...
by phillipw | Aug 28, 2019 | VE
Charlie McCarthies, All God isn’t a ventriloquist. He’s worse. He holds us firmly in his grip, His hand Inside, more deep than heart or mind. Averse To everything outside His Triple Band, He is especially opposed to aid In talking. Throats impeded by...
by phillipw | Aug 28, 2019 | JA, ME
I’d Bed You on the Golden Fleece, But… I bed you on the Golden Fleece in dreams. Romance is strong as Jason. Strong as love Is sorceress Medea. Woman’s screams As he impales her rise so high above His gruntings that he almost disappears In nothingness. A...
by phillipw | Aug 28, 2019 | PI
Piano . . . Softly Gone Away Pianos disappeared. They evanesced So silently we did not even know That they were fading. Women acquiesced In this demise and men let silence grow, Or, rather, stereos and CDs filled The space of ivory keys with black ones in Between. ...
by phillipw | Aug 26, 2019 | HY
Prayers of Hypocrites Do prayers of hypocrites pierce through the clouds And enter God’s soft earlobe? Does God bend His ear unto their beggings? There’d be crowds Of them aflapping at their journey’s end If heaven’s gates are slammed against...
