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...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | BU, LO
We Met at the Caledonian Hotel in the West End The Royal Mile is John Knox’s creed, Yet strict stone Edinburgh has the pinks, The lavenders, and blues which lovers need When springtime Presbyterian day winks To twilight. Grayness overawes the eyes Until the sun is...
by phillipw | Oct 11, 2019 | LO
Love Making, in Tenses Yes, I believe in evolution. That’s an Opening of something that is rolled Out, scroll-like; I have now become the man That mother’s egg and father’s seed foretold. Yes, everything I grew was first implied When one tailed sperm broke through...
by phillipw | Oct 10, 2019 | LO, UN
A Coded Message My love is like the hoarsest whisper…and It won’t be heard if you don’t bend to hear Its lyric silence in that dent of sand Beside the shore and lift pink curves to ear In reverence. My love is like a blue Electrified guitar that’s brooding...
