by phillipw | Apr 22, 2025 | TW
Incestuous Tantalizing A planet has two moons. The moons are twins, Two brothers. Moons are never perfect so these two Are not identical. The one has fins, The other scales. Each leaves a residue Upon the planet’s sky, two different tints, One...
by phillipw | Apr 22, 2025 | NE
Entropy The only space in which unending light Occurs, spreads out, ideal, towards everywhere Is in Jerusalem in Saint John’s sight On Patmos. Love of God has driven him spare, Poor thing, a non-existent God (like all Divinities), so madness makes much...
by phillipw | Apr 21, 2025 | AB, UN, YA
Hollow Love Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I tried to send to you a prophet’s note, “My soul is far away.” Your heart is far More distant from my love; in fact afloat...
by phillipw | Apr 21, 2025 | IN, MI
Karen If I could burn a voodoo herb inside Your bedroom, what result might I expect? The smell of lusting would be amplified. The smell of darker men, their thrills erect And thrusting toward your heart, would reappear Among the fumes of...
by phillipw | Apr 20, 2025 | FA, MA, MI, RE, SE
Masculine Modalities A young man loitering is seen by guys Who pass nearby. A single one pulls close Inside his Mustang . . . loitering one sees eyes Consuming him. The younger one feels gross And turns his face away. Four other men In uniforms approach...
by phillipw | Apr 20, 2025 | BU
Perspectives in the Plaza de Toros Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Slim, slim the waist of matadors, as slim As trickle of the blood from bull; thin, thin The satin silk of jacket; bulge of him In...
by phillipw | Apr 19, 2025 | Uncategorized
The Dior of Desperation If I could wear the sadness that you cause Me, cloth of nails with tears would make the suit. The Iron Maiden or the pharaoh’s gauze Around the mummy would make pain transmute To Galliano flair. The toque above my face Would mean...
by phillipw | Apr 19, 2025 | DE, Uncategorized
Death versus Poetry’s Continuing Life Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Death looks for me among the orange groves where I lived my childhood nights and days. I left Them long ago, their seaweed...
