by phillipw | Dec 17, 2019 | BR
Brevity is not the Soul of Death The coach goes whizzing by and briefly swan And blackthorn come in frame upon, beside The springtime silver of the Thames. Soon gone, They all are gone. Yet, if we took the wide View, saw them longer in our time, they still (Not...
by phillipw | Dec 17, 2019 | WH
The Cover Version of Myself I love the cover version of myself. In it my flaws become, like, cosmic laws. I am affirmed. I’m magic as an elf Backlit with Rudolph’s nose, and Lassie’s paws Reach up in scrabbling worship to my chest. She licks my face, slavishly. ...
by phillipw | Dec 17, 2019 | EN
The Pyramid of Cheops “And God said, Let there be light.” The pyramid of Cheops thinks it’s still. In one sense that is true. It is still there, But not completely. Just like any hill It rose and it is crumbling. Wear and tear Attack the...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | RO, SU
Romance When I decide on suicide, I’ll eat The moon; no gassing of myself with hose Stretched from exhaust pipe to the driver’s seat (Through taped up window) so sleeping-pill nose Can snuff in all that carbon monoxide. I will not build a guillotine and...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | Ta
Victor “and he limped like the devil himself” ~ Victor Hugo This spitefulness arises in a man When meeting someone larger than himself, When he encounters someone greater than His own capacities; makes him an elf— Or Quasimodo—in comparison, But...
