by phillipw | Dec 15, 2019 | CH, ST
Stranger and Stranger …… How intricate your beauty is, how sad My sturdy worship. Curiously they fit. Your loveliness, tinged by women you’ve had, Is laced with curling shapes. There’s not one bit Of you that isn’t curled,...
by phillipw | Dec 15, 2019 | BY, RI
Byron and the Boyfriend He Never Got to Meet A man’s poetic quality depends On his capacity for love, or so Said Rimbaud. More like lust. His lovers, friends And innocent bystanders saw the glow Of his to devotion to his verse. His heart? . . . No...
by phillipw | Dec 15, 2019 | BR, UG
Revolting The redhead, ugly, and with glasses tries, However. Little earrings mean at least A bit of vanity. To exercise Some hope, though, isn’t wrong. Meager brows creased Above her specs have not been penciled in; No cheating try to titillate,...
by phillipw | Dec 15, 2019 | MA
Shades of Masculinity A shadow is a young man who’s exposed To certain types of light. These vary. Some Are megawatt demands that are composed By all the males around, his manly scrum. No wonder he’s diminished in this crowd. The light of women also takes its...
by phillipw | Dec 15, 2019 | SA, ST
Charleville and Assisi Jeune Rimbaud was the Francis of strict art, Taboo creations. For his writing, he Abandoned all, himself as well, to start “wallowing in vice,” willing to be free Of what was known. He’d grasp the disorders That he’d compel among his...
