by phillipw | May 18, 2025 | DA, LO, SA, SU
Sevres Jehovah’s Non-existent Saint He recalls tomorrow. He can do that. He knows his God is porcelain and knows Surrealism’s oils. Immortal splat Of death is his, a toy, because Christ’s rose Has blossomed on that finger where a ring, A wedding ring, was meant to...
by phillipw | May 12, 2025 | MO, PO, SU
Modernists and Surrealists and Postmodernists Ad Nauseam as Spoiled Brats Like Rimbaud Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “A desire for form and limit conquers us.” ~ Lorca, in “Oda a Salvador Dalí” The...
by phillipw | May 11, 2025 | SU
The Autocrat His soul has balls but they are held by spoons The god of cannibal would hold them in. The scrotum of these balls is dark like prunes That God might use to cleanse him of the sin His sexuality deserves. Christ might Have bought a...
by phillipw | May 11, 2025 | SO, SU
Academic Naffdom He had a nightmare, sort of. He was charged With setting up a new department of Some sort of sociology. Enlarged It might become Surreal, a Dalí* dove (Because so mild and boring, useless, doomed Because not science) filled with footnotes...
by phillipw | May 4, 2025 | DA, SU
Surrealism and Whatnot Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Painters are not the legislators of the world. They are the prestidigitators of the swirled.” ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley The silver of the rose...
by phillipw | Mar 30, 2025 | DR, OE, SU, UN
Inside Our Brains and Otherwise Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We lie in darkness with our souls agog, The midnight hours and those beyond, until We wake to ho hum stuff. We rise as mog And not as...
