by phillipw | Feb 25, 2020 | AR, LO, PA, RI, VE
The Shining While Arthur wears a top hat, Paul has shoes Shined—nothing here of poetry. A pipe Pollutes the air, unpoetically. Booze Bridgeman Art Library Ain’t that poetic either, both guys ripe With body odor. Try to write some verse With...
by phillipw | Feb 23, 2020 | LO, ST, Uncategorized
Love is not a Weekend of Tourism Looking at Statues in Paris This love is like a marble statue in Warm standing form. Ferrara marble carved In noontime, and as free from dark stained sin As if the shadows with it have been starved Of wickedness, presents its...
by phillipw | Feb 21, 2020 | HA, LO, MA, PA
Hawaii Teaches Us the Truth The thought of love as a manicured lawn Is more a maniac’s idea than real. This explicates why marriage rules are drawn Up mincingly by gods and men who feel That actualities must be ignored. These legislators manicure the turf And tamp...
by phillipw | Feb 21, 2020 | FR, LO, MA
Amor in Layered Ice “Every gathering is another heat wave against our foolhardy snow angels.” ~ Jaime Mathis The heart is an Antarctica despite The myths. Romance in glaciers and rocks Beneath them and in icebergs’ broken...
by phillipw | Feb 15, 2020 | LO, RI, RO, VE
Pleasure, Prussian Pain: Verlaine Remembers Arthur’s Eyes Your eyes went blue in through my heart, straight through The blue that was my heart and bored through night, Straight through my night and out into a new Blue dawn, a morn so full of blue and might That...
by phillipw | Feb 15, 2020 | LO, RI, RO, VE
Verlaine Conducts the Tribunal: Rimbaud’s Eyes I try to fathom why he has that haze In fluorite eyes. No one can tell. I’ve asked His friends about that gaze. They all go blank. Not one of them when tasked To give interpretation of his black And...
