by phillipw | Sep 20, 2019 | CH, ST
Liberty and Gladness Chuck was that image of a man who skips And kicks his heels together at a whim Of joy. He had the soul of men whose lips Were made for prayer and praise, whose mouth held brim Full words of warmth, intelligence and thought. We think of...
by phillipw | Sep 8, 2019 | LO, ST
The Fall Recent Scientific Evidence Suggests It Takes One-Fifth of a Second to Fall in Love That face caused a spasm in my thorax. The fanged convulsion lasted forty years. Not anything will free me, drugs or axe, Until I enter my last tomb where fears Are...
by phillipw | Aug 19, 2019 | CH, ST
That Sabbath Evening Forget Lot’s wife and cities of the plain. Forget the angel with a living flame Outside the gate of Eden and orange stain Of burning bush in Sin. All those are tame, Lame types of what was yet to come. Inside Another Gate that night I...
by phillipw | Aug 18, 2019 | CH, ST
Once I Saw that You Used a Five-day Underarm Deodorant which has Now Created a Fragrant Rosary I dreamed of you and was fulfilled, was filled With sadness— but fulfilled. I woke. The dream Was gone, but all the morning hours were stilled In quietude of...
by phillipw | Aug 12, 2019 | AD, CH, ST
Insight He holds his whorly head there in his hands. He clutches druggy hair and all the world There. Hypnotized, he thinks the junk expands The universe, or painlessness impearled Is forming there inside his long-locked skull. The fix is not predictive; addictive...
by phillipw | Aug 9, 2019 | LO, ST
I Have to Leave my Ghostly Eyes on You I have to leave my ghostly eyes on you. How else can I increase my chances of Our meeting after, when in rendezvous Your corpseless soul — at last — requires my love? I have to hold my haunting eyes on yours. How else will I be...
