by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | CH, FR, ST
“Think Only This of Me” I thought if I prayed hard enough about You, you’d summon thoughts of me. “Pathetic!” You are feeling. “Left me, then in a pout He daydreams that, as if an ascetic In desert meditation, he can Employ telepathy to make us saints Of...
by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | Uncategorized
Therapy Two suffering invalids in separate beds, America and blenched Afghanistan, Both trying to recover from the Reds, Belong in different wards. A careful scan Of that horizon’s history reveals That one’s an ancient soldier made of...
by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | IN
Coming Down from Heaven Grand spaces are supposed to make us feel The world is wonderful, like symphonies Presume to capture skies and make us kneel Before the universe. Large symmetries, Like Khufu’s pyramid, or Newton’s squared Principia, or like the...
by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | LO, VI
Meteorology, Mysticism, and Husbandry Because you were a rain that fell on long- Dried roots, resulting petals can’t forget, And since the point of vineyard flowers is strong- Intentioned harvest, you perhaps will let The lees of stirred up generosity...
by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | AD, DR, LO
Hoverdose Your dying in this moth-meandering way Just might destroy me more predictably Than if you pressed your earlobe (with a plea For ultimate commitment) to the stray And curly strands of sideburn by my ear, Then pulled a trigger at your other cheek...
