by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | BR, KE, ST
So Keats was Wrong So Keats was wrong: a star is not so firm Or steadfast as a lover’s sonnet yearns For it to be. In fact, his urgent sperm Was probably more loyal and his tears For Fanny Brawne more strident than two bright, Twin stars. Besides, some stars...
by phillipw | Jan 6, 2020 | ST, UN
Straight The look on my young face did not make you Unbutton shirt or heart. N o whisper came From you, not even once, though once we two Kissed. Kissing only made a distant frame Around your ...
by phillipw | Jan 6, 2020 | AS, ST
The Life of Stars Stars lives are always long, slow deaths. They die And live by burning. Furnace-like, their cores Consist of catastrophic heat. They fry The elements just like inquisitions Turned crazies into saints. Crushed hydrogen Produces helium. ...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | CH, ST
Graffiti Are we just God’s graffiti, you more bold Than I, and I a bit too fancy like Calligraphy on Mandarin silk rolled Round ivory; you big, a brilliant spike Of gold and orange, I a purple line Perhaps predestined as your foil? Are you And I created...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | CH, ST
Past Addictions There’s death and there’s enduring. Other than That, not much else. Don’t give me all that shit About how wonderful life is. A clan Of optimists dressed in Day Glo can hit My head with hope. I’ll reply, “Love and faith Take...
by phillipw | Dec 15, 2019 | CH, ST
Stranger and Stranger …… How intricate your beauty is, how sad My sturdy worship. Curiously they fit. Your loveliness, tinged by women you’ve had, Is laced with curling shapes. There’s not one bit Of you that isn’t curled,...
