by phillipw | Dec 15, 2019 | AR, BA, DE, RI
The Months of Love On May 24, 1870, Rimbaud wrote a letter from Charleville to Théodore de Banville, leader of a group of poets in Paris. Maybe each intense blueness is eternal, even if only for the season of love. “Dear Master, We are in the months of love And...
by phillipw | Dec 14, 2019 | DE, PE
Glowing Fur I call up all my sleeping pets, ones who’ve Left me, hairy ones especially. I Embrace them in a special, drowsy groove Of dreams and daydreams where these loved ones lie As baskers in a happy sun of bliss Beyond the ones they knew in...
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 2, 2019 | CH, DE
There’s No Business Like Showbusiness: Coolidge Revised America’s business isn’t business, Not in the country’s declining century. The nation now wallows in Gee Whizzness Over violent films, David Lynchery, And all that...
by phillipw | Nov 27, 2019 | DE, FA
A Final, Desperate Hope When I am dead and Johnny Depp has died As well, will we find cuddling in our deaths A sweet replacement on the other side For troubled things, like orgasms and breaths? Do arch Jim Morrison and Oscar Wilde Find...
by phillipw | Nov 24, 2019 | CA, DE, LO
Treats for Tall, Tall Dougie He had a wide-faced heart and it was warm As if it too were wrapped in his thick fur. When he came running up, it caused a swarm Of love to swirl around the soul, a blur Of bright affection, since of course we knew How welcoming...
