by phillipw | May 9, 2020 | EL, MA, PR, QU, SE
H.R.H. Prince Philip His limbs have shrunk. The skin is slack And wrinkled like his balls have always been Though it is paler, thinner than that sack. The hairs that used to stick out from each shin Evaporated years ago and yet She still remembers him hunching...
by phillipw | May 9, 2020 | AD, CO, GO, NO, SC
The Degradation of the Divine The gods have been reduced to ploys for ads, Cartoonish movies, and perfume campaigns For goddess-like attraction, and for fads Like PS4-ish war games. Gods’ remains Are just commercial or for trivial Stupidities. The great gods...
by phillipw | May 9, 2020 | BA, BO, SC, TE
Dumb Forecast That little wrinkled sack between his thighs Predicts. The contents there will make him grow Much bigger. Certain parts will spread in size, His shoulders, biceps, thicker neck. Down low Beneath his belly button, balls will swell And, yes,...
by phillipw | May 9, 2020 | CH, ET, LO, PO, ST
Entropy When all my poetry is mixed with death And washed away in that encroaching tide, The memory of the man who breathed my breath Will be forgotten even more. The glide To blankness is implacable . . . and so No person will recall the lines or...
by phillipw | May 9, 2020 | LU, PA
Stronger than a Scimitar-like Serenade His words spread there across my senses, red Across my hearing like a scarlet sheet Of lightning, red across the thorn sliced head Of Jesus, redder than his blood on feet Oozed out from spikes. The words spread out there in My...
