by phillipw | Jan 3, 2020 | EN
At Last Supposed to be impressed by countless stars And planets, moons, by comet, asteroid— These globs of gas and rock in numbers far Exceeding grasp—I feel instead the void, The void, the void they streak and swerve through. The one important...
by phillipw | Jan 3, 2020 | DE
True Democracy Young “men” erupt in riots in the streets Of England, set some cars on fire, loot shop Displays, and injure police dogs, break sheets Of window glass, steal undershirts from Top Shop—generally have a lot of fun. They do this out of civic duty...
by phillipw | Jan 3, 2020 | AG, DI, LO
Its Message Like the Ring of Fire in an Annular Solar Eclipse Made by a Vivid Orb https://images.app.goo.gl/65cFVxwAkgtHNunF6 What is our planet but a little sphere Of blue, peculiar in the black of space, A blue embracing greens and orange, here And there the...
by phillipw | Jan 3, 2020 | SO, SP
The Address of the Soul Inside the skull is spirit’s home. Soul Inhabits brain. Protected by thick bone, The insubstantial essence floats. A scroll Of hardened jellylike gray is its lone Account, its empire. Spirit is a monk, The head its hermitage. Soul has...
by phillipw | Jan 2, 2020 | PH
A Man’s Sweat Dream I woke up from a dream in which the head Of Philip, King of Macedons, sat on My shoulders, nightmare tousled sheets and bed Infused with sweat, the sweat of horses drawn Into the mattress with his royal stench. He didn’t want to leave...
