by phillipw | Sep 17, 2019 | RI, UN, VE
Sex, Drugs, and Red Roses It seems at least a possibility That spoiled brats might just have feelings, too. They’d have the usual ones, hostility And sulking, and that adolescent brew Of self-regard, fragility and rage. But maybe Rimbaud had some emotion Like...
by phillipw | Sep 17, 2019 | JO
…..Johnny Lantz II …………………………………….tenor.com He lies there, stupidly, while trying not To fall asleep, with glossy earphones at His neck as if he’s hoping that some hot,...
by phillipw | Sep 17, 2019 | JU
An Elevated Viewpoint His nose would plausibly have been all right In ordinary profile, but when viewed From high above (my double-decker height) It was ugly, like Satan had construed Its meaning to a splayed-hoof, gristled shape. The man was cycling, going on his...
by phillipw | Sep 17, 2019 | LO, UN
It Was in Primitive Times that Doctors Used to Bleed Patients to Heal Them A message from my ventricle, the left One, filled with fiercely colored blood, you shoved Away. You did it bluntly, nothing deft About it. Brutal, your words were not gloved For mildness. ...
by phillipw | Sep 17, 2019 | LO
What Region Will I Be In What region will I be in when I take Long walks with you in days when you are dead? What will we call this special, spectral lake We stroll around, remarking what we’ve shed? A Tidal Basin fringed with cherry trees It’s not. No...
