by phillipw | May 17, 2020 | DE, LI, LO, LU, SE
The Cosmos Reduced to Pathetic Nil The cosmos, poor old thing, just falls away. It doesn’t matter anymore than dishrags, sour Beneath the sink. Creation starts to sway To less than nothingness the way a tower Crumbles into heap and dust in earthquake Nausea. Love...
by phillipw | May 17, 2020 | ID, SE
Lurking and Lacking Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem There’s someone deep inside me who is me, The “me” who is my soul—or whatever— Since I’m an unbeliever. It’s the key, Though, something that no...
by phillipw | May 16, 2020 | LO, RO, SE
There’s Perfection Bored into Me as More Than Perfection “All other loves are lost in only thine” ~ Alexander Pope translating Ovid writing in the voice of Sappho The other loves are like one tiny spore Of fungus less than seven microns wide, Or subatomic particles...
by phillipw | May 16, 2020 | FO, SE, TE
Seventh-day Adventist Christianity as It Was Practiced at Forest Lake Academy, Maitland, Florida, in the mid-1960s: Eight Sonnets (an Imperfect Number) in a Sexquence I Degueulasse At first they pulled Paul’s shirt up to his tits And slapped him on his...
by phillipw | May 16, 2020 | CA, DA, KO, LE, LO, RO, SE
Only Lovers Cannot See Ahead Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem All kinds of lovers? Do we mean the sort Who love because of hot testosterone? Then maybe that is true. Such hormones thwart. The kind of...
by phillipw | May 15, 2020 | LO, SE
Torso Lamentation I wore all black from dawn to midnight on The day you left in exile. As if some Male widow, or goon abandoned by Don And mob, I stumbled on meanings of numb Unknown before. I wore a coma dark As an obsidian lid on a closed Coffin of a Mafia...
