by phillipw | Sep 8, 2019 | BR
British Library Numbers He looks like somebody’s nephew-in-law, Not any closer to you or yours than That, yet with darkness round the eyes as raw As black eyes on an angel who began In twelve-foundational Heaven but falls now Through wounded space towards Dante’s...
by phillipw | Aug 20, 2019 | BR, CA, DO
New Use for a Hive Tool I cannot recommend an afternoon In bee yards— sun, sweat, stink of carbolic Fumes, not to mention hotness of harpoon Stings, each delivering vitriolic Intensity of hatred, or the stench Of pine needles infilthtrating the air. And then . . . the...
by phillipw | Aug 12, 2019 | BR, CL
He’s Out of Place Here He’s out of place here, looks like he’s a fan Of Manchester United, one who stands Among the other scarf-draped blokes. A man With snub nose, eyebrows thick like black iron bands Is reading here. A sloping forehead, small...
by phillipw | Jul 14, 2019 | BE, BR
Death Defied in the British Library I sit across from Wayne, but decades on And much improved. Not only young again, But cuter nose, and lips more cushion drawn, More velvet-shaped—too lovely, these, to deign To pray or sing a Sabbath verse. The hair Is lovely,...
by phillipw | Jul 9, 2019 | BR
Paul Bunyan in the British Library Rare Books and Music Reading Room He Ain’t Today he has a thick, full beard, quite dark The brown but with the slightest touch of red. It’s wavy, too. In fact there’s nothing stark About the whiskers or the man. His...
