by phillipw | Nov 27, 2019 | DE, FA
A Final, Desperate Hope When I am dead and Johnny Depp has died As well, will we find cuddling in our deaths A sweet replacement on the other side For troubled things, like orgasms and breaths? Do arch Jim Morrison and Oscar Wilde Find...
by phillipw | Nov 27, 2019 | LO, RO
. . . Mais Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If love were sovereign, we would navigate The dark canals of instinct in a bright Blue gondola, our songs reverberate A sea-shell colored,...
by phillipw | Nov 27, 2019 | GR, MO
Requiem Mass: The Death of God My being suddenly became a ghost, A substance pale enough for fog or hail To penetrate, its flesh and veins the host For transubstantiated loss, a grail Predestined for the gruel-like fate your face Left lingering on the...
by phillipw | Nov 27, 2019 | GR
Reef Castaways Where life’s numb oceans and the unplumbed sea Of death share boundaris, two words (as marks) Lurk underneath the waves where speechlessly Their syllables are symbolized by sharks’ Mouths swimming through dark meanings as in...
by phillipw | Nov 27, 2019 | BU, LO, RO
Anatomy of Love: To a Nurse Dawn comes to where your solid throat and jaw Lie cupped in fingers not distracted by This wedding ring, and where your liquid eye (Behind its frail, fringed lid) twitches in awe Of nightmare threats both powerful...
