by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | LU, SE
Goal! I wrote my love along a napkin on A restaurant table. Others watched a match On artificial turf. They watched brawn, And I wrote poetry, though just a smatch Of it, a sonnet meant to be about That thing men worship when they’re not Involved...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | DO, ME, TR
Trump and Melania, Liberace and Scott Thorson,Verlaine and Rimbaud … the List Goes On and On When men grow old, they suddenly can still Be caught up by cyclones whirling in their veins. The younger winds around them will not thrill To white-haired waterspouts. ...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | CH, ST
Years of Daydreams while Far Away Withered How plants quite disappear when they have lost Their petals and perfume is like the way You faded from my life. As if a frost, A full and lengthy one, attacked in May, You devastated beauty with your drugs And drink. I came...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | AD, DA, JE
The Pygmy Despair The other John was in there first or you Were in him first. (That’s what I suspect.) I Was not the first and that’s the point. Your true Loves, firstly, are for one who made you cry, Who hurt you awfully, pepper sprayed your heart, And then for...
by phillipw | May 18, 2020 | HA
He’s Only Young He wears a wedge of kinky hair on top, Created by the barber when he cuts The sides and back. This ridge is like a crop Of blackened Brillo pad. Where it abuts The forehead, razor scraping has refined The topiary shrub. A hedge of box Could...
