by phillipw | Feb 6, 2020 | PA
Exorcism A man who cannot tame his heart, control Its snarling, wild excesses is a waste, A waste and glory. He is like a scroll With marring marks which cannot be erased, Yet underneath them in a fuming gold, The words of God, enflamed like Sinai, Are...
by phillipw | Feb 6, 2020 | AD, DA, JO, LO, RO, UN
The Rest is Silence A vacuum-like presence fills my veins, My arteries, my heart, yes, mostly in My chest. These vessels for my blood have stains Still where pulse used to course. Each ulta-thin Tattoo that love has mottled on their walls Is ugliness made up...
by phillipw | Feb 5, 2020 | NI
A Tropical Butterfly in an Evil Nation An asphalt colored butterfly flicks low Across the street, a little bit above The lead-like paving; gray and light gray go Afluttering in flecks as if a dove, A very tiny 2D dove with specks on specks For wings, were on its...
by phillipw | Feb 5, 2020 | ST
A Nutritionless Meal Loud microphoning of a shouting rant Made up of commonplaces is supposed To lodge inside us by repeated cant. The same old things again, again are posed By big black speakers yelling louder than The man himself–though he is bad...
by phillipw | Feb 5, 2020 | UN
GALAXY QUEST “Astronomers have found the oldest galaxy ever seen. Sadly they haven’t given it a very inspiring name—CL J1449 +0856. The curious patch of very faint red objects is so far away that we are seeing them when the universe was only...
by phillipw | Feb 5, 2020 | TR
The Ugly Tropics The ugly tropics, actually improved By stooping wind and rain, are shining green In gray this slightly cooler hour. Palms moved In harmony as if the storm had been Engaging with an aeolian harp Of fronds and bending fibrous trees. The sky,...
by phillipw | Feb 5, 2020 | IN, MO
Landing Stages for Angels and the Morning Star The morning glories, white or purple, bloom Upon the hedge as innocent as dawn The morning Eve was made. The sun their groom, They open, virgins all, their faces drawn To upward angles, wishing for the stir Of flying...
by phillipw | Feb 5, 2020 | LO, RO
Lightning Bolt You know what catastrophe is. It cleaves If you are fortunate. It cuts your chest In two divisions cleanly; slices, leaves Your heart in halves. This fate does not molest You other than to split your guts and soul Precisely down their...
