by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | CH, ST
Past Addictions There’s death and there’s enduring. Other than That, not much else. Don’t give me all that shit About how wonderful life is. A clan Of optimists dressed in Day Glo can hit My head with hope. I’ll reply, “Love and faith Take...
by phillipw | Dec 15, 2019 | CH, ST
Stranger and Stranger …… How intricate your beauty is, how sad My sturdy worship. Curiously they fit. Your loveliness, tinged by women you’ve had, Is laced with curling shapes. There’s not one bit Of you that isn’t curled,...
by phillipw | Dec 15, 2019 | CH, RI, ST
Charles Randall Taulelle II “moons pursuing one another” ~ Arthur Rimbaud The moon comes close. The moon comes close to us And we go crazy. We are moons as well. We suffer from past scarring and fresh pus Loads, giving us our wounded look. We swell...
by phillipw | Dec 14, 2019 | CH, FR, ST
Foggy I loved you once because you were a ghost, Or I was—who cares which? You did not scare Me, yet I frightened you. At least I boast Within my ribcage that the spectral flare Of whispering love produced subconcscious fear In your left lung—fear...
by phillipw | Dec 12, 2019 | CH, DE, FA, LU, PR
Your Death Will Not Be Love Your death will not be in the order of The alphabet. Destruction comes as planned By God (predestination) from his love, From luck (though thinkers cannot understand That concept), or from nothing more than chance. Extinction doesn’t...
by phillipw | Dec 11, 2019 | CH, FR, ST
Chasms The long years’ gaps between the times that you And I were born, our ages (ever spread) Will never be erased—till the debut Of death for one of us. I’ll go ahead, Statistically, since many thousand days And nights are quite a...
