by phillipw | Sep 7, 2019 | UN
Innocent The scratch mark that your touch made on my lung Beside the ventricle that beat against That careless trace of fingertips—it stung My breath. That caress, casually dispensed, Was Cupid’s golden arrow, venom-tipped, That lighly brushed my larynx,...
by phillipw | Sep 7, 2019 | SE
The Long Assault It’s better than a god, because it’s real. It wants libations, worship from your mouth, Caresses for its selfishness, to feel Some total sacrifice from going south On it–and wants complete submission, true Abasement, like a...
by phillipw | Sep 6, 2019 | GO
The OMNIs How boring to exist as God, to know The end from the beginning, to see, To watch predicted futures always grow As augured in your three-sixty degree, Predestinated plan, unending strength In all locations, present, future, past All held at once in...
by phillipw | Sep 6, 2019 | PH
The Guys Who Hated Poetry in School In 28 cramped pages dark matters Of physics are reduced to theories With names that almost no one knows, splatters Of equations and answers to queries That none of us had asked. The eye trembles While traveling at the speed of...
by phillipw | Sep 6, 2019 | RO
The Closed Eyes Have It The death of love numbs like paralysis Or like a tetanus infection in A purple vein, a poison without hiss, A serpent trying punctures barring sin. This end has lain, lurked voiceless from the start Coiled round an evergreen, behind a rock,...
