by phillipw | Dec 10, 2019 | BR
British Library Metamorphosis The other day he looked just fine, his beard Scraped off, his hairy forearms hinted at By whiskered wrists, his whole look dress-shirt geared To middle-class propriety. He sat There under that fluorescent, genteel lamp And took tight...
by phillipw | Dec 1, 2019 | BR
Renoir Lips The Renoir lips and voltage eyes of blue, The shock of Tintoretto hair, two-toned In depths of blond and old-gold hue (As subtle as a shadowed Rembrandt, honed With strokes of perfect oils) define the head. The HD download lashes long and...
by phillipw | Dec 1, 2019 | BR
Rare Books and Music Reading Room How beautiful and long a face can stretch, In competition with a sculpture on A Norman pier, Modigliani sketch, Or long as a Tahitian mountain dawn. Can lips assume this richest red, as warm As classic bricks in glowing...
by phillipw | Nov 25, 2019 | BR, TI
Florida Today, because the air appears to blaze, I saw my brothers in the light of suns So bright that decades cannot dim their days. We played our games of brag and guns, Of pirate treasures gold like suntanned boys, Of daydreams live in afternoons so...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | BR, LU
Across the Desk from me in the British Library The shape of nostril is enough alone To say, “Write love about me. Write it now!” The message pierces through the central bone That holds my ribs together like a vow Of chastity that must be broken. Rip My...
by phillipw | Oct 13, 2019 | BR, WH
