by phillipw | Sep 29, 2019 | LO, MA
Testosterone “live long life in little space” ~ John Keats To live long life in little space, to live And love within the boundaries allowed Are manly limitations. We forgive The universe, in fact are scarlet proud To...
by phillipw | Sep 28, 2019 | LO, RI, VE
The Products of Love’s Smog The older poet dreamed perhaps of past Emotions with the younger one (of France And beds), dreamed, dreamed in daylight and the last Night hour as wakefulness began to prance Across subconsciousness of London’s dawn. The elder man created...
by phillipw | Sep 28, 2019 | LO, RI, VE, WI
Repentance = Looking Backward You know how funny that it was in years Gone by when films on reels could be re-run Backwards? An actress’s glycerine tears Could crawl back up into her eyes. What fun! Ha Ha, funny, yes. And yet . . . sometimes life Runs backwards,...
by phillipw | Sep 28, 2019 | LO, Ta
Ephemeral Tattoo “Monsieur Dechartre,” asked Prince Albertinelli, “how do you think a mauve waist studded with silver flowers would become Miss Bell?” “I think,” said Choulette, “so little of a terrestrial future,...
by phillipw | Sep 28, 2019 | LO
The Gemini Most loves are lost the moment they are born. Their DNA contains the genes to doom Devotion. Bonded chromosomes are torn, Though only slightly. They become love’s tomb As well, simultaneous the death and birth. Invisible, a corpse is there as twin Of baby...
by phillipw | Sep 27, 2019 | LO
Passion’s Blind Carving Knife In London ‘they almost died of starvation.’ ~ Edmund White Inhabiting a wilderness of bored Clichés about the plight of poets, this Pair breathed in poverty the gods had stored Up for them from the moment their first kiss Sent Paul...
