by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | PO, TR
Oral Poems from the Past Conservative as brocade velvet, verse, The older forms, embraces in its folds The ancient tongues, the peoples’ tongues. They’re terse In ballades. Such rigidity upholds The thinking of the folk as if a starch Were added to the richness...
by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | AG, CH, DE, MO, ST
Human Sorrow is Pathetic Five years of death are not so long, although The first was black like Satan’s mind when he Was falling, Lucifer no longer. No Light then coming from him as the spree Of darkened angels hurtled hobbled to Their doom, their eyeballs roasted by...
by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | AR, MO, PA
Art Why photograph a fact when you can catch A nightmare, be a Jackson Pollock or A Dalí at his Druid weirdest? Snatch A depth of fanged subconscious and then pour Some paint of guts across your canvas. Real Is boring. Ditch it. Art becomes mirage...
by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | CO, DE, DR, LO, RO
I was a Prophet without Mouth and Tongue “skin redolent with unspoken kisses” ~ Jaime Mathis, “Passion,” It Rises and Falls His skin and veins were pocked. Cocaine had left Its scab-like potholes and ruined entry Attempts like craters, scarred up ones. The heft Of...
by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | AN, AR, CH, HE, LO, PA, SE
Lucifer and the Other Multi-winged Ones, Seraphim and Cherubim “The deep lunges, forehead pressed to forehead, witnesses to rise and fall of chest and ever expanding wings.” ~ Jaime Mathis, “Blood Blister,” It Rises and Falls Those angels making love before the fall,...
