by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | LO
[Barraqué] The Twelve Tones of Love Love’s limerence inebriates like wine, The sparkling kind. It shows itself in waves Of feeling. First, euphoria: we shine With thrilling giggle-like desire. It raves Around inside us, ricocheting, quick. The fantasies and...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | LO
Subtraction by Addition Pour Barraqué Love takes away our freedom like a chain Of need wrapped round the wrists and heart. They feel And do not feel possessiveness’s pain: It chafes and comforts them till they congeal...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | CH, DE, LO, MO, ST
My Menu in Hades My life is bitter now or it has lost Its flavour, maybe both, because it seems To be a sour fruit that’s sliced and tossed Away. It falls upon a pile of dreams I used to have (or maybe I just guessed Those dreams existed). It’s so hard to prove...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | CH, LO, ST, UN
“From Thy Dead Lips” There’s just a hollowness that has your smell Around it—like an aura of the sins We never did together. This shell, Its fan form, waits, on shores where death begins (If death can righteously be said to mark A start). The light around this...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | LO
Perfect Revenge Porn I want to exorcise the joy you caused, The misery, and every smell of you. Some gloating and sadistic god has paused My memories and I can’t escape that view Displayed inside my head. I need a priest To do the rituals to cleanse my nose And...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | CH, LO, ST
Sheer as an Anchorite Sacred to St. Bartholomew He came, a supplicant. His votive flame Was love. He held it up above the black Of curls he worshiped. Purity, not shame, Is what he had to proffer, nothing slack Or stained, because the black was utter. Up He...
