by phillipw | Apr 27, 2020 | LO, RO
A Tropical Waterspout at the Edge of a Lagoon Somehow romance as whirlwind is true, Too true, like comas are too much like death. A little twister is too like a coup In some small principality whose breath Is warm and humid, packed with yellows, reds, And oranges in...
by phillipw | Apr 16, 2020 | FR, RO
Intercessory Our love is like an orchestra that plays https://www.revolvy.com/main/index.php?s=Petrushka%20chord&item_type=topic In two key signatures at once, or like Grieg And Chinese music mixing, a blaze Of orange tweed against silk’s pink, a league Of...
by phillipw | Apr 15, 2020 | CH, PR, RO
Unmasked I never dreamed I’d be a drag queen on God’s Grand Canal, a golden-nylon-haired One with the face of Princess Di, a swan That Dalí would be proud of, if he dared. I never dreamed I’d be impregnated By Charles, the Prince of Wales, while riding...
by phillipw | Apr 15, 2020 | CA, MO, RO
Meaning through Cosmic Hush like Unheard Throat Singing ‘If you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss gazes into you.’ ~ Friedrich Nietzsche The positive and negative commune. The cloven orange canyon strata yell In silence, paralyzed agony hewn And made of...
by phillipw | Apr 14, 2020 | RO
If They Think At All, They Think of Life The sun comes raking down with shining heat Across the stems, the leaves, and blossoms. They Expand with vegetable-like slowness, meet Light spread to it. They never think of gray. Instead, they meditate in calm on reds and...
by phillipw | Apr 13, 2020 | RO
The Silver of Serenissima’s Lagoon beneath the Surface of the Wet Blossom The rose extended one pink petal for The present, rain. The platform (made of sheen, Of satin, velvet) waited for that pour Of cleanliness, cleanliness so clean It held itself up proudly...
