by phillipw | Aug 11, 2019 | FR, LO, Uncategorized
Sterile I throw my rice on you, small handfuls of White wishes with husks rubbed off. Grains catch there In your hair, a few, the ones that know love And its meaninglessness. That’s what they share With God, that clinging whiteness and a blank...
by phillipw | Aug 11, 2019 | LO
The Morning Comes The morning comes. Bright noontime passes through. The twilight rinses air. One cycle of These hours in their brightness, dimness, blue Then yellow, scar-dimmed tones erases love, Rubs out the lingering smells there in the sheets. You came. You...
by phillipw | Aug 9, 2019 | LO, ST
I Have to Leave my Ghostly Eyes on You I have to leave my ghostly eyes on you. How else can I increase my chances of Our meeting after, when in rendezvous Your corpseless soul — at last — requires my love? I have to hold my haunting eyes on yours. How else will I be...
by phillipw | Aug 7, 2019 | JE, LO, ST
Ghostly Surgery When we are sleeping, both, forever, I Will sift your soul subconsciously. This search Will certainly include past dreams and pry Among your souvenirs. I’ll find the perch Where this and that love rival have been stored. I’ll oust them,...
by phillipw | Aug 7, 2019 | CH, LO, ST
Conversion I swallowed starlight when I saw you first, That night you came in through a holy gate And raised your hands in hallowed greeting, burst With beauty in a fevered Sabbath, straight From lukewarm life including tepid Christ. He was the son behind theology Of...
by phillipw | Aug 6, 2019 | LO
Sentimentality A sadness in his face that isn’t dark But maybe contemplation of pale things Like loss of love not worthy of remark Because it’s past and now has purple wings, No longer scarlet, settles in his eyes. His forehead, veiled with curls,...
