by phillipw | Mar 18, 2020 | RO
The Void An emptiness so empty it contains Almost nothing, emptier than outer Space, lives inside me now. It makes blank stains On blanknesses. It is like a doubter In heaven’s streets, a vacuum that blots Out color. Atoms, clear not white, send...
by phillipw | Mar 12, 2020 | LO, RO, UN
Gilt Thin on a Black Lacquer Chinese Screen No dragons hold my love up in their claws For you. My love is not important or White mythical enough for that. No pause Inside the cosmos happens when I pour Devotion out beneath your feet for you To...
by phillipw | Mar 11, 2020 | RO
Klutzes like President Lump Why people are so churlish is beyond Me. Sending out a humorous account Of my poetry reading, I was fond Enough to reckon that it would amount To a piece of bragging fun to my friends. Of course the overwhelming bulk of them Sent back...
by phillipw | Mar 10, 2020 | RO
Back from Rainy Padua to Sunny Venice, but… Two nuns in white and black stand in the way. I can’t see any reason why they should Desire to block our boarding, yet they stay To thwart our vaporetto stance. What could Their purpose be? Their church has...
by phillipw | Mar 9, 2020 | AR, LO, PA, RI, RO, VE
What Kind of Place is Fit for Men? …………”L’allée est sans fin” ~ Paul Verlaine What kind of place is fit for hommes who want To make a London nest together, one Where poetry is brooded, a romaunt Perhaps, or maybe some...
by phillipw | Mar 8, 2020 | LO, RO
Eleven, that Odd, Unfortunate Number When everything is wrong or slightly wrong, such As sex and love and friendship, all that you can Expect are travesties like using a crutch Pressed into an armpit tumor in a man ….. Endeavoring to walk the world, every part...
