by phillipw | Dec 31, 2019 | MI, SE
Sisters Each spirit whispers like a softened snake, “You know you’d rather be another soul, A heroine who’s burning at the stake, Or at the very least a silky pole Dancer snorting up the lines of cocaine Stuffed crudely in her g-string by a player....
by phillipw | Dec 24, 2019 | LO, SE
Love is Rather Boring The truth is, Love is Rather Boring. Write That on the walls of toilet stalls and spray It on the high fence round the jail. The blight Of uninspired graffiti will convey The message best. Monotony, the same Old stuff strung out with...
by phillipw | Dec 19, 2019 | SE
Principalities and Powers Jaws open in the night and fluids pass From mouth to mouth. The spit is tame enough, But who will reckon up that power, that mass Of mystery and feral stench—the stuff Of semen? Sacrilege invades the throat Because a god of tails and...
by phillipw | Dec 14, 2019 | SE
How to Keep People from Occupying the Seat Next to You in the Bus or Coach The obvious thing’s to put your luggage on The seat beside you, but there’s a flaw In this maneuver. You’re dumb as a prawn If you don’t know that some are selfish gits And...
by phillipw | Dec 11, 2019 | SE
Friendship with Nature “Nature and you must be greater friends than ever.” Letter from Maria Bicknell to her fiance, John Constable September 9, 1815 I wouldn’t leave till every single tree In Suffolk is stripped bare: an autumn whim (She...
by phillipw | Dec 11, 2019 | SE
Oracles Some trees stand like a trance, so self-possessed It seems a sacrilege to clutter their Immense tranquility with hungry nest Or whispered roots like tangled dreams or hair. These trees, like pregnant women, dazzle facts. These limbs...
