by phillipw | Dec 14, 2020 | LO, PA, RO, SE, SY
The Specifications of a Dream You know the list. It specifies the smell Of hope and fragrance of your long lost love, The scent of it in bed and thrusting swell Of pillowed lust. The list contains the shove Of fleshy colored passion and the taste, The scarlet taste,...
by phillipw | Dec 14, 2020 | AN, CH, EG, EM, GR, MO, ST
Ritual of Something Too like Vacuum As ignorant as light that streams from rooms Where love has been, we think of you. Alone Now, more like air within the pharaohs’ tombs, We try to fill the dark with more than bone And skin of memory. Your flesh recalled In...
by phillipw | Dec 14, 2020 | GH, HA
Nudging You to Accept Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The reason ghosts exist beyond our sight Is so that they can do their sucking lick Unnoticed as a breath on lips when night Has coddled us. ...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2020 | DR, IV, NI, SI
Silence in Nested Dreams Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He suddenly and stupidly, an ox That suffers hammer blow to brain, saw he Had never heard a noise in dreams, a box So insulated that they all...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2020 | GH, HA
It’s Useless to Cover Your Nose and Throat Ghosts never come to us, but if they do It may just be to try to smooth us into death. They will not want to grab and pull us through To their invisibility. Our breath Is far too warm and wet. It would disgust Their...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2020 | CH, CR, FO, GO, RE
Godly Fluids God lives where time is an instruction, since Eternity requires a teacher doomed To death. Divinity can never wince Unless his palms and arches are consumed By pierce of nails to agony, are torn As gravity drags down the flesh, and rips...
by phillipw | Dec 9, 2020 | BI, CH, EA, GR, IC, OR, TR
Declines and Declining Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The wood that makes the icons’ boxes lacks The holiness that throbs, still, through these saints And sacred ones. Despite the inner cracks...
by phillipw | Dec 9, 2020 | Uncategorized
Masterful Music modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If I were forced … rubato-like … to choose, I’d scrap the faster movements, salvage slow, I lento, largo… e … grave...
