by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | LO, VI
Meteorology, Mysticism, and Husbandry Because you were a rain that fell on long- Dried roots, resulting petals can’t forget, And since the point of vineyard flowers is strong- Intentioned harvest, you perhaps will let The lees of stirred up generosity...
by phillipw | Dec 9, 2019 | AD, DR, LO
Hoverdose Your dying in this moth-meandering way Just might destroy me more predictably Than if you pressed your earlobe (with a plea For ultimate commitment) to the stray And curly strands of sideburn by my ear, Then pulled a trigger at your other cheek...
by phillipw | Dec 8, 2019 | FR, KI, LO
On the Occasion of Edward II’s 700th Birthday—April 25,1984 On burning blue spring mornings such as this One, he would best have found his satisfactions In passionless ditch-digging with the bliss Of sun on neck and back,or, in actions Of sweat while making...
by phillipw | Dec 8, 2019 | LO, RO
Parting Your hair disturbs my heart, distressing me As much as ritual words a demon. Light Beatifies the strands and makes the sea In sunshine vague banality. The sight Of sea waves seems mere repetitious fact. Your hair recalls the hours of childhood...
by phillipw | Dec 8, 2019 | LO
Revelation No Scripture has authority like light On hair. Religion is an effigy Of burning love. Compared with you last night, Asleep in my embrace, philosophy Is just insomnia—and God a dream Contrasted with the memory of your lips Against my...
by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | CH, FR, LO, RA, ST
Charles Randall Stanfield He made the sound that stars make, rushing through The sky, my sky at least, that one inside My chest. My ribs contain celestial blue, That wounded blue that’s made when stars collide (Just two of them) when crashing there within My...
