by phillipw | Feb 9, 2020 | AD, DA, JO, LO, RO, UN
When I Wake Up, I am Absent from Thee ‘As ye are partakers of the sufferings, so shall ye be also of the consolation.’ 2 Corinthians 1:7 Two continents and long tides far away You live alone now and we sleep apart. The beauties of my high spec life hold sway,...
by phillipw | Feb 7, 2020 | AB
An Extreme Diet I eat from saucers since I live alone. Life’s portions do not need a dinner plate When love is gone. God gives a stone And not a loaf, unless the bread has hate As butter—or, at best, indifference. Small Cups made to fit a doll’s house...
by phillipw | Feb 7, 2020 | Uncategorized
Holy Orders I have a cool stone convent set inside My mind. The only nun is me. I move From cell to cell like flotsam on a tide Whenever inspiration flows. I prove The worth of this sensation or that thought By testing it with images and lines. The...
by phillipw | Feb 7, 2020 | JO, KE
The Entry into the City of English Poets We see him heated, agitated, full Of passion as a poem fills a page, As stern as Christ with money changers; skull Not visible but there as if a rage Resents the hair and flesh and skin And mouth, the opening between the bones,...
by phillipw | Feb 7, 2020 | LO, RO
A Toxic Spirit like HIV in Me An incubus or succubus is in My chest—too hard to tell if it is male Or female. It injects a mix of sin And sexuality. My heart is frail With stupid love and so it takes the dose As if it were prescribed for endless joy. That spirit...
