by phillipw | Feb 6, 2020 | AD, DA, JO, LO, RO, UN
The Rest is Silence A vacuum-like presence fills my veins, My arteries, my heart, yes, mostly in My chest. These vessels for my blood have stains Still where pulse used to course. Each ulta-thin Tattoo that love has mottled on their walls Is ugliness made up...
by phillipw | Feb 5, 2020 | LO, RO
Lightning Bolt You know what catastrophe is. It cleaves If you are fortunate. It cuts your chest In two divisions cleanly; slices, leaves Your heart in halves. This fate does not molest You other than to split your guts and soul Precisely down their...
by phillipw | Feb 4, 2020 | LO, RO
Perfect Bliss Love brings divinities immortal bliss. Eternity of loving only they Can have as they can live from kiss to kiss In never ending sequence. Groaning, they In pleasure with each lengthy meeting of Their lips, ten thousand eons lingering...
by phillipw | Feb 2, 2020 | RO
The Moon and Venus Our moon, a giant sphere of rock, shines scarred And pocked against the darkness all around Its front. The craters are sickness and marred Complexion. Boulders as pimples abound. The rest is dust. The planet Venus shines, A beacon from...
by phillipw | Jan 28, 2020 | RO
Romantic Love Is love a noble thing—a transforming Attainment of the higher soul and mind— Or is it an Egyptian plague, a swarming Of gnawing locust mouth parts? Is it blind Like Homer and as full of epic lines, Of epic similes but written out In sizzling...
by phillipw | Jan 22, 2020 | BR, CO, RO
The Last Rose of Winter … November presses on in coldness, wind And cruel light exposing death around The garden. Life and beauty have been skinned, The greens and pinks and whitest petals browned To desolation, but one bush holds out. It holds up high its...
