by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | RO, SU
Romance When I decide on suicide, I’ll eat The moon; no gassing of myself with hose Stretched from exhaust pipe to the driver’s seat (Through taped up window) so sleeping-pill nose Can snuff in all that carbon monoxide. I will not build a guillotine and...
by phillipw | Nov 13, 2019 | IS, SU, TE
Islamist Asphodels “inherit the desolate heritages” ~ Isaiah 49:8 Confused and nebulous like blossoms new To Hades, new to condemnation of Our purpose and our petals, now we view The world as if we never lived above This cavern underneath the ground of...
by phillipw | Nov 12, 2019 | IS, SU
Islamist Asphodels “inherit the desolate heritages” ~ Isaiah 49:8 Confused and nebulous like blossoms new To Hades, new to condemnation of Our purpose and our petals, now we view The world as if we never lived above This cavern underneath the ground of...
by phillipw | Nov 2, 2019 | SU
The Sonnet of the Suicide Bombers Those star-mouthed virgins, crescent-moon-like holes ………………… Lit up beneath their veils, are licking words From Allah’s book to slime across our poles The moment we are martyrs. Softest curds...
