by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | CH, ST
Graffiti Are we just God’s graffiti, you more bold Than I, and I a bit too fancy like Calligraphy on Mandarin silk rolled Round ivory; you big, a brilliant spike Of gold and orange, I a purple line Perhaps predestined as your foil? Are you And I created...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | FR, IR
When God Wants Our Destruction When God wants our destruction, He’ll just take Away all irony and French cuisine— Well, those and what’s involved in them, like steak And red wine sauce, and platters with obscene Things like snails in garlic glop, ortolan Inhaled by...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | TO
A Guy I know a man who tells the people in His carpool all about the previous night’s TV, and of the biscuits and the gin He found on special offer, and the fights Between his children after they are sent To bed. Of course, the family’s health comes...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | CA
Burlington He makes the heart’s beat change into a purr By doing simple things like lapping milk, And kneading rugs, and wearing knitted fur That rubs against the leg like hungry silk; The way he sleeps, contorted like a slur Of laziness across the...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | TR
Well? A bruise to tissues that surround the heart Results in gasping pangs when labored air For humdrum life demands its paltry part Of lingering energies, and ribs (aware They should have tried to save the source of blood From trauma’s harm) succumb to...
