by phillipw | Sep 8, 2019 | AU
October Maples, Slough How tepid autumn is when rain and gray Embrace it with their girzzled arms. Their hands Contaminate the fall, tarnish the gay Leaves, yellow and orange, make them into glands Secreting disappointment, suppressing Fervent suicide with hormones...
by phillipw | Sep 8, 2019 | Y
Greek Youthful Skin Bland of figure, hair and face, she keys in Stuff, into her Apple Mac. Thick-lipped, she Wears Schubert’s glasses. How would one begin To list her hidden charms? Normality? No, that’s no glitzier than the slightly Gray white plastic...
by phillipw | Sep 8, 2019 | BE
If Only it were True that Perfect Face If only it were true that perfect face And fetching body contours equaled good, That exquisite eyelashes meant true grace Of character—and dual dimples could Be parallel with rectitude of soul, That lips demanding urgent kisses...
by phillipw | Sep 8, 2019 | LO, ST
The Fall Recent Scientific Evidence Suggests It Takes One-Fifth of a Second to Fall in Love That face caused a spasm in my thorax. The fanged convulsion lasted forty years. Not anything will free me, drugs or axe, Until I enter my last tomb where fears Are...
by phillipw | Sep 7, 2019 | FR
All Embracing Love Men’s love called friendship is reduced to true Cupidity dressed up in affection– Or so says Nietzsche. It is carved down to A South Seas cuisine of male confection, A sort of cannibalism in which The two sit down to swallow their...
