by phillipw | Sep 30, 2019 | AN, CU, FA, LU
God’s Love An angel sought to be like God, better Than Him. This Lucifer was hurtled down. He wanted only to break the fetter Of abject devotion. A fiery gown Enveloped him. He wears it still. It’s Hell. Eve tasted fruit. The curses came like snake...
by phillipw | Sep 30, 2019 | A, FA
Bereft I like his armpit hair. It shows, a dark Assertion, that the angel is a full, Male entity. This exclamation mark Beneath his shoulder gives the eye a pull Towards blackness and deep masculinity. Contrasting with it are the pinions white Against his back. ...
by phillipw | Sep 18, 2019 | FA, SP
Spenser’s Red Cross Knight Edmund Spenser, Wikipedia The Red Cross Knight was far too much. The dark Spell-casters, monsters, faeries–whatever– He kept avoiding, meeting in the park Of that ridiculous poem, never Found him interesting...
by phillipw | Aug 21, 2019 | FA
You Stare at Them, Can’t Help It 0 You stare at them, can’t help it, as they stalk Along the catwalk or they stare at you From glossy magazines. Perhaps you gawk At them as if your hungry look could hew A way to beauty in their beds with them Where you...
by phillipw | Jun 5, 2019 | FA
He’s Only Young He’s Only Young He wears a wedge of kinky hair on top, Created by the barber when he cuts The sides and back. This ridge is like a crop Of blackened Brillo pad. Where it abuts The forehead, razor scraping has refined The topiary shrub. A...
