by phillipw | Jul 2, 2019 | CR
Crepe Myrtle Armory A pink of seriousness, of solemn frills, Is roasting in the tropic sun. A breeze From hottest sultriness and languor spills Across the flowers and leaves. They are at ease Though. This is what God made them for and so They flourish in their...
by phillipw | Jul 2, 2019 | MO
Mother and Father in Death He dreamed about his mother and reached out To touch her, but his hand came up against A marble wall of blackness. In a pout She lingered in her death, her love condensed In all the darker harms she did to him. Her silent song behind that...
by phillipw | Jul 2, 2019 | BU
Buso No miracles are needed when kittens Abound. Their stripes and spots and blotches say Enough. Mine has all of these and mittens Of white as pure as Baby Jesu’s soul away On ox’s straw, as white as light from eyes Of ass and angels looking lost...
by phillipw | Jul 2, 2019 | MI
Light Killing Light The Milky Way is one prolonged, hot sigh Of birth and life and dying. Whites and blues And yellows, splayed across an iron sky, Explode, implode, imbibe each other, fuse Their destinies together, cannibals Of cousins who mistakenly drift...
by phillipw | Jul 2, 2019 | LO
Goal! I wrote my love along a napkin on A restaurant table. Others watched a match On artificial turf. They watched brawn, And I wrote poetry, though just a smatch Of it, a sonnet meant to be about That thing men worship when they’re not Involved...
