by phillipw | Aug 11, 2019 | LO
The Morning Comes The morning comes. Bright noontime passes through. The twilight rinses air. One cycle of These hours in their brightness, dimness, blue Then yellow, scar-dimmed tones erases love, Rubs out the lingering smells there in the sheets. You came. You...
by phillipw | Aug 9, 2019 | LO, ST
I Have to Leave my Ghostly Eyes on You I have to leave my ghostly eyes on you. How else can I increase my chances of Our meeting after, when in rendezvous Your corpseless soul — at last — requires my love? I have to hold my haunting eyes on yours. How else will I be...
by phillipw | Aug 9, 2019 | SE
Medical Technology Advances The time will come when someone will invent A scanner for the human heart. Clear views Resulting in a pure astonishment Will force high-minded lovers to refuse The findings. Expectations will be scrubbed. For those who thought that simple...
by phillipw | Aug 8, 2019 | ME
The Little Eighth Grader Could not Dream of Massenet’s Tortured Flow of Music as Well as Did that Prostitute, Thaïs I started with my love in seventh grade. My teacher wanted me to learn the drums, But mother…sax. What put them in the shade Was silver sound. ...
by phillipw | Aug 7, 2019 | ME
Obliteration when God is finished with His oils and lays His brush away, i hope He searches for my portrait in the nearly countless bays of storage where His grand conservator, His memory, has stowed it. then i want the picture to be scrubbed as clean as clean can...
