by phillipw | Oct 2, 2019 | RI, VE
Beyond Empire’s Docklands When Britain led the world in child abuse In factories and in prostitution streets, Two poets, lovers weaned from their chartreuse Addiction, had to settle for small treats Like beer. The two were starving, nearly, in The filthilopolis...
by phillipw | Oct 2, 2019 | RI, VE
The Beckoned Coming “Come, dear great soul. We await you; we desire you.” ~ Paul Verlaine “vile, vicious, disgusting, smutty little schoolboy whom everyone is in raptures about.” The centuries previous to ours were full Of raptures, real, predicted, and absurd....
by phillipw | Sep 28, 2019 | LO, RI, VE
The Products of Love’s Smog The older poet dreamed perhaps of past Emotions with the younger one (of France And beds), dreamed, dreamed in daylight and the last Night hour as wakefulness began to prance Across subconsciousness of London’s dawn. The elder man created...
by phillipw | Sep 28, 2019 | LO, RI, VE, WI
Repentance = Looking Backward You know how funny that it was in years Gone by when films on reels could be re-run Backwards? An actress’s glycerine tears Could crawl back up into her eyes. What fun! Ha Ha, funny, yes. And yet . . . sometimes life Runs backwards,...
by phillipw | Sep 26, 2019 | AR, LO, PA, VE
HMS Implacable “Because you loved me as it had to be.” ~ Paul Verlaine in “To Arthur Rimbaud” We cherish thoughts of hearts and fate combined. We love the grand idea that lust is out Of our control like earthquakes. Disinclined To judge...
by phillipw | Sep 26, 2019 | AR, LO, RI, VE
Salvation and Damnation for a Flimsy Vampire “Because you loved me as it had to be.” ~ Paul Verlaine in “To Arthur Rimbaud” We love the thought of love and fate combined. We love the grand idea that lust is out Of our control, like stormy waters mined By Nazis. Maybe...
