by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | RO
Swallowing We feel as if we’ve swallowed jewels, when we Encounter love. The emeralds go straight Up to the mind, inducing it to see Forever-spreading rivers in full spate. A ruby goes, mainlining, to our hearts And turns them into shining,...
by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | PR
Christ! Too! Late! Before that sandbar, Florida, arose, Before cold water filled Lake Erie’s deeps, Before the last two northern glacier flows Crawled down the top of Europe and left heaps Of house-sized bounders stranded in peat bogs, Before the...
by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | BR
British Library Metamorphosis The other day he looked just fine, his beard Scraped off, his hairy forearms hinted at By whiskered wrists, his whole look dress-shirt geared To middle-class propriety. He sat There under that fluorescent, genteel lamp And took tight...
by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | LO, RO
. . . For Eternity If kisses were less mortal and could last As long as death, your lips would lead to realms Inhabited by gods—and even past Nirvanas, since your hot mouth overwhelms Awed intimations of that tongueless void, Negating it repeatedly with lust....
by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | BE
Sting in the Tail A chaos of hot humming fills the yard Where countless frantic bees create a mesh Of winged futility. Beekeepers guard Their heads with veils of wire, protect their flesh With sticky gloves and khaki in a sweat While doing their dishonest...
