by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | VE
Flying to Venice The vision of far Venice rises high Inside the mind, as Alps rise high with snow, Rock, clouds, and glacier whiteness spread below. The heart has opened up its mystic eye. It pierces through the distance and the mist Prophetically, more...
by phillipw | Dec 27, 2019 | AR, PA, RI, VE
Sex, Drugs, and Roses It seems at least a possibility That spoiled, soiled brats might just have feelings, too. They’d have the usual ones, hostility And sulking, and that adolescent brew Of self-regard, fragility, and rage. But maybe Rimbaud had...
by phillipw | Dec 26, 2019 | PO, RI, VE
A Broader Canvas The house guest, Rimbaud, full of polite tact As usual, demanded that a pic Of some poor long-dead person, who now lacked The decency to avoid having sick- Looking mold on her forehead, be removed. If he had only known his lover’s mere,...
by phillipw | Dec 24, 2019 | RI, VE
Exile According to Graham Robb’s biography of Rimbaud, .he & Verlaine visited Hyde Park Corner as tourists ………….during their first period in London. …………...
by phillipw | Dec 22, 2019 | RI, VE
Therapy What herbal dram can doctors give for love? L’amour refuses treatment, runs its course. If you trip this marathon runner, shove, Impose a faltering stumble, she will force Her staggering legs to jolt along. If you Slash love’s wrists...
by phillipw | Dec 19, 2019 | GA, Ho, LO, RI, VE
Letter to his Wife They suffered from a passion like their loins Ripped open, full of pain, and gushing life Out like the plastic chips, the bastard coins (More costly than the infant Paul or wife) From this combined Las Vegas slot-machine Affair. The older...
