by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | IS
God as Dominatrix, not joie de vivre The yearning youths who simmer in the sweat Of boredom in banlieus in France, or In slums of Belgium, or London have met A new god recently. He is The Bore, The Great and Monolithic Deity Who needs submission from such needy guys....
by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | SH
Miscegenation Forgotten on the bottom of the sea Or buried under conquered, conquered stones, Lost cargo holds and funeral urns are free From passion. They are there because the bones Of empire need some place to rest and be A vintage slightly redolent of...
by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | BE
In the Canterbury Choir How beautiful and long a face can stretch, In competition with a sculpture on A Norman pier, Modgiliani sketch, Or long as a Tahitian mountain dawn. Can lips assume this richest red, as warm As classic bricks in hillside twilight, more...
by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | AU
November 3, 2015, Bracknell, Ascot and Windsor Great Park A boredom colored gray has settled on The unsuspecting morning. Gray invades The brighter colors grubbied by this dawn. Not even that reddish pub front evades This slumped power. This murk has a smell like...
by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | AG
Agnosticism: les neiges d’antan “Home of a God they know, yet would not know” ~ (Sir) Roger Casement, “The Peak of the Cameroons I.” Who doesn’t recognize such feelings? We Have all of us had moments, days or years, When we don’t want our usual...
