by phillipw | Nov 29, 2019 | VI
Reading about the Red-haired Priest in the British Library The lamplight’s fall across each chord-like tress, The phrase-like forehead and the eyebrows (straight) Perhaps are not that different from the stress, Though gentle, from the candle light in late...
by phillipw | Nov 29, 2019 | DR
After the Opera: A Drug-scene Tattoo “one night he kissed My soul out in a burning mist.” –Robert Browning A tenor and soprano sang among...
by phillipw | Nov 28, 2019 | AL, BU, LO, SE
Phenomenal .A kiss is more than lips, spit, tongues and teeth .Luxuriating in a bedroom’s heat, .Exploring to blue veins and nerves beneath .Conventions recognized by skin. The beat — .Against the ribcage in each chest — of hearts...
by phillipw | Nov 28, 2019 | JE
Constipation Jealousy is not smooth and isn’t green Either, not at all like a garden pea; Rather, like rotten vanilla, obscene, Emetic—palatable as the Dead Sea. Manageable till it conquers the veins, Yet savage and wild, too, it lurks in wait &...
by phillipw | Nov 28, 2019 | MU
Composed Chaos on Radio 3 A virus in ensemble with the slink Of lizard made this drivel. Break it on Your skulls. Reject it or the sounds will stink. If it were only boring, you could yawn The noise away, but it’s annoying. The virus is like AIDS. It got its grip...
