by phillipw | Aug 21, 2019 | Uncategorized
Gray Ghosts who Know their Ways 0 Gray ghosts who know their ways around the world Of graves are pretty dapper guys. They’re dressed In silvers, silks, and platinum that’s swirled Dior-like, draped in Galliano best, And wearing Prada sunspecs trailing...
by phillipw | Aug 21, 2019 | Uncategorized
I Don’t Believe I Have a Soul 0 I don’t believe I have a soul. I salve My heart by contemplating another Wider doctrine. It teaches that I have A winning hand. Each soul has a brother Opposing him in color. Flame kings find Themselves spread out with black...
by phillipw | Aug 20, 2019 | SE
A Smart Ass They throttled me and threw me on the bed, Then peeled my shirt off, yanked away my pants And pulled my Y-fronts past my feet. No shred Of me was covered when they’d finished. Chants Began at once. “RED BELLY!” shouted all The boys,...
by phillipw | Aug 20, 2019 | BR, CA, DO
New Use for a Hive Tool I cannot recommend an afternoon In bee yards— sun, sweat, stink of carbolic Fumes, not to mention hotness of harpoon Stings, each delivering vitriolic Intensity of hatred, or the stench Of pine needles infilthtrating the air. And then . . . the...
by phillipw | Aug 20, 2019 | DA, IN
and with the music pasted in HERE: Evensong in Edinburgh: the Cauld Alliance I trudge to the cathedral to contend With flu. I’ve taken drugs, of course, before I started out. I’m hoping that the blend Of chemicals and harmonies will score...
