by phillipw | May 11, 2025 | SO, SU
Academic Naffdom He had a nightmare, sort of. He was charged With setting up a new department of Some sort of sociology. Enlarged It might become Surreal, a Dalí* dove (Because so mild and boring, useless, doomed Because not science) filled with footnotes...
by phillipw | May 11, 2025 | Uncategorized
Straight is Always Right You know them. They are right: right angles at Their elbows, always, at their armpits, too. The world was made in six days, though not flat. They hold in their theology that two By two and seven seven sorts marched in To Noah’s...
by phillipw | May 11, 2025 | Uncategorized
Milne’s Bar Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The evenings that he didn’t spend in pubs With poets proved his point. Instead — he wrote. He didn’t see the point of poet hubs. He didn’t...
by phillipw | May 10, 2025 | BA, MA, PE, TE
Their Hairy Shells The person sitting here is two-legged, man, Unless you count the smaller one between The unshaved pair, but then the macho clan Points out that other pair, two bits unclean To look at. Surely they increase the weight And length and...
by phillipw | May 10, 2025 | Uncategorized
Roomy The more important things are far too large For veins and arteries, so these things stay, Bulging, pulsing in my heart. They each enlarge Because of you. It would not let them stray If ever they might find a way to break Out. ...
