by phillipw | Oct 10, 2019 | DE, MO, ST
How to Paint at Midnight in the Chest and Torso When my internal organs conjure you, They call the lake of lakes to be the greens You caused, and seas of oceans for the blue My memories use to paint rib walls with scenes. And these are just the bordering waters...
by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | DE
The Late Leveller If you can live when others all around You die off suddenly or slowly, you Can have the final chuckle. You are bound To have the winning horse’s point of view. Remember that sex bomb stunner whose height Made you a laughingstock and whom you...
by phillipw | Sep 25, 2019 | BE, DE
He The way he makes us feel is like the vaults In high cathedrals. High and higher still They rise within our hearts with all their faults Though far above us like a sacred grille He sets out forms for irises and souls. The complications of the stonework cry Out. ...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | CO, DE, MA, SP
Breathing Death The pink magnolias creased, bruise-brown, well nigh Immediately in springtime air. The breeze Came blustering and wrinkled in the dye Of death on unsuspecting trees. Of course they will not die, not yet, nor yet These fleshy blossoms opened...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | DE, DI, GO, HE, MY
Translucent Demigods The heroes of the past are god-like strong. Their loins are near pellucid in their power And beauty. Irridescent thighs are long In loveliness of maleness as they tower Above their plinths. These calves and biceps glow With inner force as marble...
by phillipw | Jul 1, 2019 | DE
Vacuum His father died and Tony’s body dried Up, its oases withering to dunes Of numbness. Something shriveled deep inside. Bright pools of sexuality are prunes Now. Places where moon thrills should grow are dates At best. His lovers bring him tongues...
