by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | BA, FO, SE
The Origin of the Dead Sea The music sears, romantically intense, As well it might because it is a sea On fire. It is a sparseness that is dense With utteration of severity. The darkest wine dark ocean set to flame Sings out like pain’s eternity in time. It is an...
by phillipw | Oct 1, 2019 | LU, SE
Admission When Lucifer kneels down upon the earth His knee is heavy with that might, the length Arched downward in his thigh. Its muscled girth There bends. A fullness sexual in strength And weight extends itself beside a shape Created for his...
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 18, 2019 | SE
Self-examination: a sonnet trilogy If you should meditate upon yourself To know more clearly who and what you are, You might discover that you are an elf, A ukelele, not a bass guitar; That when your core becomes a fire, its fizz, Is like those birthday...
by phillipw | Sep 18, 2019 | SE
My Skeleton is not a Cage 0 My skeleton is not a cage, or, if It is, a curious one. Important parts Are held outside the bars, though some are stiff As cartilage or bones. This fact imparts A certain freedom to my meaning, to What I define by my existence. I Am not...
by phillipw | Sep 7, 2019 | SE
The Long Assault It’s better than a god, because it’s real. It wants libations, worship from your mouth, Caresses for its selfishness, to feel Some total sacrifice from going south On it–and wants complete submission, true Abasement, like a...
