by phillipw | Dec 20, 2019 | LO, RO
One Fierce Wish I wish that I could be allowed to change My heart for something lighter. That’s because My own is far too manly. Out of range Are hearts of moths. They know the moon and laws Of random hope and hollow searching. Tilt And flit, flit...
by phillipw | Dec 19, 2019 | GA, Ho, LO, RI, VE
Letter to his Wife They suffered from a passion like their loins Ripped open, full of pain, and gushing life Out like the plastic chips, the bastard coins (More costly than the infant Paul or wife) From this combined Las Vegas slot-machine Affair. The older...
by phillipw | Dec 19, 2019 | LO, RO
Infatuation: The Coloratura Cosmos Since you became my high-pitched sun, my world Describes its measured path through melody; The score of space is decorated, swirled By comets in orchestral harmony With spiral galaxies. The silent trees Break out with star-like...
by phillipw | Dec 19, 2019 | WH, WO
He Kept the Seventh-day Sabbath My father, Woodrow, had a thing for goats. When on Canaveral as a boy his dream Was having them as pets. Friends wanted boats, Or guns, or cars. Young Woody didn’t deem These trinkets worth consideration. Nope. He wanted kids, and...
by phillipw | Dec 19, 2019 | MI
All Depends on Angle That moment feared, when beauty’s going past, Winks out at her. Thin silver backing on The shallow glass predicts slow motion blast Of wrinkles and of sag. It shows the dawn Of desiccation and of droop. Her man (The darling) hasn’t...
