by phillipw | Mar 9, 2020 | AR, PA, RI, SA, VE
“Operating Live on Poetry” —Delahaye in Divagations So. Just another boozing, druggy day. That’s how French poets’ love affairs are spent. They sit with friends in an ivre café, And Rimbaud says, “Try an experiment, Hommes. Put your hands on the table.” ...
by phillipw | Mar 8, 2020 | AR, PA, RI, VE
Narrow Rooms It started in a room made narrow by Paul’s Belle-mère. Lice-doomed Arthur bailed from this Before the bourgeois ones could make him fly At their command. He fled to the abyss, The alleyed chasm of streetlife. When Paul Found Rimbaud after...
by phillipw | Mar 8, 2020 | AR, LO, RI, VE
What We Learn in the Great College Street of Knowledge The worst conclusion to a crimson bout Of love is truth. We sniff the smell of facts And they are ugly mumbles. With his snout The poet gets the scent. His heart reacts Like pack hounds to the trail a cognac fox...
by phillipw | Mar 8, 2020 | LO, RO
Eleven, that Odd, Unfortunate Number When everything is wrong or slightly wrong, such As sex and love and friendship, all that you can Expect are travesties like using a crutch Pressed into an armpit tumor in a man ….. Endeavoring to walk the world, every part...
by phillipw | Mar 8, 2020 | LO, MA, RO
Worst Sexual Position The worst conclusion ever to a bout Of love is not a death, for it is pure Like heat inside the sun, not like a shout Of flaring limb, for death is sure. The worst conclusion ever to a love Is not a fight or argument made up Of accusations,...
