by phillipw | Nov 28, 2019 | SE
Heterosexuality Behind a prison door you hear only Words and singing. The words and singing I Produce within your earshot are lonely For more than listening. They want to ply Their way across the whole of you, your skin, Your bones, and in your guts. I...
by phillipw | Nov 27, 2019 | MU
[I read a newspaper article about a composer who has written an opera about alzheimer’s dementia. Among other things the composer learned about dementia is that the musical abilities of the patient do not disappear while so much else in the brain is...
by phillipw | Nov 27, 2019 | DE, FA
A Final, Desperate Hope When I am dead and Johnny Depp has died As well, will we find cuddling in our deaths A sweet replacement on the other side For troubled things, like orgasms and breaths? Do arch Jim Morrison and Oscar Wilde Find...
by phillipw | Nov 27, 2019 | LO, RO
. . . Mais Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If love were sovereign, we would navigate The dark canals of instinct in a bright Blue gondola, our songs reverberate A sea-shell colored,...
by phillipw | Nov 27, 2019 | GR, MO
Requiem Mass: The Death of God My being suddenly became a ghost, A substance pale enough for fog or hail To penetrate, its flesh and veins the host For transubstantiated loss, a grail Predestined for the gruel-like fate your face Left lingering on the...
by phillipw | Nov 27, 2019 | GR
Reef Castaways Where life’s numb oceans and the unplumbed sea Of death share boundaris, two words (as marks) Lurk underneath the waves where speechlessly Their syllables are symbolized by sharks’ Mouths swimming through dark meanings as in...
by phillipw | Nov 27, 2019 | BU, LO, RO
Anatomy of Love: To a Nurse Dawn comes to where your solid throat and jaw Lie cupped in fingers not distracted by This wedding ring, and where your liquid eye (Behind its frail, fringed lid) twitches in awe Of nightmare threats both powerful...
by phillipw | Nov 26, 2019 | LO, ME, RO
Doorways Warning: This sonnet is illustrated at the end by an explicit sexual image. Do not proceed if you think you might be offended. The shoulder of the carpenter expands As shaved aroma curls from wood — and I Recall your hair. Pulsed...
