by phillipw | May 18, 2025 | BE, DE, Uncategorized
The Indian Restaurant Delivery Van and No Transmigration When I am gone like Bene, staring wide My eyes, when I am gone like Bene, gone Where he went, we will be where deaths divide And never bring us close. Agamemnon Stares, eyes in slits of gold, but in the dark...
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 17, 2025 | PA
Paraclocks The present is so strong, the past has gone To nothing, hovering empty ghost, is lost, As lost as every future with a dawn That never happens. There’s no Pentecost Because we do not need one. I have you. A shoulder that I love is...
by phillipw | May 15, 2025 | CA, PE
Prospero’s Prosperity Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem My cat, the skin beneath his fur, goes jerk. He knows much more about the truth of things Than I do. He intuits teeth that lurk. He...
by phillipw | May 15, 2025 | AT
Treat Prophets and Such Things with Light Disdain A googol times a trillion eons passed Before you came. You were not missed in all That stretch though there was nothing in that vast Unstretched-out stretch. That fact does not appall Us. We are comfortable with...
by phillipw | May 14, 2025 | IN
Individual No individual exists in death. The human disappears. The heart dissolves To chemicals. That’s it. Not even breath Remains as breeze. No dust devil revolves Where meaning was in emptiness of air. The rattle in the throat is much the same...
by phillipw | May 14, 2025 | Uncategorized
Out of Mind Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Assynt by Mehmet Kartay I’m too imaginationless to think Antarctic rock came traveling underneath Lost continents and oceans here to sink More...
by phillipw | May 14, 2025 | Uncategorized
Sleepy, Hollow Perhaps we all remember when a peak Held spiritual significance above Our suburb lives or downtown thrills oblique To Sunday School. We had a Fuji love Back then. Perhaps it was a Jesus who Meant something to us in a gospel song, Or...
