by phillipw | Oct 15, 2019 | RI, VE
Romances sans la Pitié Uncertain like a compass suffering pull From two strong poles, or like a planet near Two tugging stars, Paul mirrored a saint full Of doubt while standing on the streets of sheer Bright gold in heaven but consumed by lust To fall to hellfire...
by phillipw | Oct 15, 2019 | VI
…Meditation The quiet colors still remain when spring Brings out the louder choir of daffodil And jonquil voices. Darker purples sing Beneath the hedge despite the yellow shrill Of trumpets. Shadowed violets, still, give Off redolence ultraviolet to The...
by phillipw | Oct 15, 2019 | RI, VE
A Detrimental Adulation (with Apologies to Verlaine) So Rimbaud gets the credit, no matter What. Paul accomplishes what no one’s done Before in verses, but Rimbaud’s splatter On paper, like results from a spray gun That spews out vomit from the chewed up...
by phillipw | Oct 15, 2019 | RI, VE
Paroles sans Romances What kept you from a votive candle to That poet? Having him beside you for Two years almost, abandoning the coup You failed as wilting communard in war By running off with genius that could match Or conquer even more than yours, you flunked Your...
by phillipw | Oct 15, 2019 | AD, Uncategorized
Adam’s Sweat His hair was colored like the soul of flares That curl up from licking flames. Those arms Were lightly glorified by copper hairs Which magnified their swollen, manly charms. Warm major veins that ran along the bulge Of biceps there were...
