by phillipw | Dec 1, 2019 | BR
Rare Books and Music Reading Room How beautiful and long a face can stretch, In competition with a sculpture on A Norman pier, Modigliani sketch, Or long as a Tahitian mountain dawn. Can lips assume this richest red, as warm As classic bricks in glowing...
by phillipw | Dec 1, 2019 | PR
Studying the Church Fathers His hair and whiskers, eyebrows tend towards black, Those bristles near his mouth and then along His forearms close. He scratches at his back, Perhaps a pimple. No sonnet or song Will ever praise his manly beauty. Lo! Just some...
by phillipw | Nov 29, 2019 | VI
Reading about the Red-haired Priest in the British Library The lamplight’s fall across each chord-like tress, The phrase-like forehead and the eyebrows (straight) Perhaps are not that different from the stress, Though gentle, from the candle light in late...
by phillipw | Nov 29, 2019 | DR
After the Opera: A Drug-scene Tattoo “one night he kissed My soul out in a burning mist.” –Robert Browning A tenor and soprano sang among...
by phillipw | Nov 28, 2019 | AL, BU, LO, SE
Phenomenal .A kiss is more than lips, spit, tongues and teeth .Luxuriating in a bedroom’s heat, .Exploring to blue veins and nerves beneath .Conventions recognized by skin. The beat — .Against the ribcage in each chest — of hearts...
by phillipw | Nov 28, 2019 | JE
Constipation Jealousy is not smooth and isn’t green Either, not at all like a garden pea; Rather, like rotten vanilla, obscene, Emetic—palatable as the Dead Sea. Manageable till it conquers the veins, Yet savage and wild, too, it lurks in wait &...
by phillipw | Nov 28, 2019 | MU
Composed Chaos on Radio 3 A virus in ensemble with the slink Of lizard made this drivel. Break it on Your skulls. Reject it or the sounds will stink. If it were only boring, you could yawn The noise away, but it’s annoying. The virus is like AIDS. It got its grip...
by phillipw | Nov 28, 2019 | LO, RO, UN
Incomplete Creation I made you up, did I, I made up all? Were you the one I loved or were you just What mind and heart created, like a doll To stick long pins of love in, pins of lust, A doll more muscular than voodoo, you? I think I could have made up curled...
