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,...
by phillipw | Dec 15, 2019 | SA, ST
Charleville and Assisi Jeune Rimbaud was the Francis of strict art, Taboo creations. For his writing, he Abandoned all, himself as well, to start “wallowing in vice,” willing to be free Of what was known. He’d grasp the disorders That he’d compel among his...
by phillipw | Dec 15, 2019 | CH, RI, ST
Charles Randall Taulelle II “moons pursuing one another” ~ Arthur Rimbaud The moon comes close. The moon comes close to us And we go crazy. We are moons as well. We suffer from past scarring and fresh pus Loads, giving us our wounded look. We swell...
by phillipw | Dec 14, 2019 | CH, FR, ST
Foggy I loved you once because you were a ghost, Or I was—who cares which? You did not scare Me, yet I frightened you. At least I boast Within my ribcage that the spectral flare Of whispering love produced subconcscious fear In your left lung—fear...
