by phillipw | Oct 2, 2019 | RO
14 Poetic Months in London and 18 in England Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem In morality and talent this Raimbard [sic], aged between 15 and 16 [at the time Paul and Arthur met], was and is a...
by phillipw | Sep 19, 2019 | LO, LU, PA, RO, SE
The Memory of Your Mouth The memory of your mouth still makes a wound Where lips now hollow once were crushed with lust. Your tongue and teeth that savaged like a hound Have left a scar-like gap and taste of rust Where feral kisses set their mark and had Their...
by phillipw | Sep 19, 2019 | RO
Rising and Setting As if the moon laced blood throughout the veins In all my smooth-skinned parts with shining dust Drawn off from her pocked seas; as if with pains She coaxed vast tides within my soul, caused lust Implacable as crater shapes to form Within my lunar...
by phillipw | Sep 19, 2019 | LO, RO
Far and Near The moon seemed full forever, fixed and set There high above my loneliness the night I went in search of distant love and met You with you heart held up as in a rite, As if an Aztec priest could sacrifice His own wide chest, incise it with...
by phillipw | Sep 6, 2019 | RO
The Closed Eyes Have It The death of love numbs like paralysis Or like a tetanus infection in A purple vein, a poison without hiss, A serpent trying punctures barring sin. This end has lain, lurked voiceless from the start Coiled round an evergreen, behind a rock,...
by phillipw | Aug 18, 2019 | RO
Determined Pastel A lavender construction, softly strong When fresh, is held in place now by a vase Of shaft-like shape which makes the short life long — Or stretches it at least. This is because A terror known as death is creeping from Within the rose and so it...
