by phillipw | Nov 17, 2019 | BE, RO
Chopin Blossoms The roses are arranged in Chopin sweeps. Arranged as darker roses in a curve, They look like notes and melodies in deeps Of wounds that lean to purple. In their swerve They look as if a choir of flourished notes, Arpeggios, and mordents had...
by phillipw | Nov 15, 2019 | MA
Bimbalance Although she wasn’t very pretty like Her man, she got him. This occurs in life . . . Though sometimes it’s the other way. The wife Is pretty, young, desirable. His spike Unveils her desperation, thrusts its way To her fulfilment, and she’s...
by phillipw | Nov 15, 2019 | AN
Womtyjawed: an Annunciation ….. The Virgin is a brownish cipher placed Against a plinth, more like a mummy than The Mother of the Christ. She might be chaste, But then who wouldn’t be to any man Looking like that? Besides, the orange plinth Is pretty...
by phillipw | Nov 15, 2019 | SO
Alpha If glass contains a sound, we cannot hear It. We can cause a sound from it by force But torture chambers manage only queer Sounds, agonies, from humans, so of course The sounds we cause by breaking glass or with A wetted finger on a rim...
by phillipw | Nov 15, 2019 | SI
Mute Choruses and Chanting Some silent kings in silent eras long Before the thought of history arose Have left lacunae like some torn lost song Or tuneless chants of silence. Joys and woes Of royalty lie deep in neutered times Among unwritten blanknesses. We guess...
by phillipw | Nov 15, 2019 | Uncategorized
Writ in Sand Obligingly a friend vowed he would take To Africa Endymion and “throw it in the midst” of desert wastes—to slake The poet’s thirst for death? We’ll never know The reason for this surgeon’s offer, and It...
by phillipw | Nov 15, 2019 | AN, YO
Yonic Annunciation . “At the left stands, or rather crouches, the angel Gabriel, with his feminine, overly saccharine face and flowing locks, . . . holding . . . a strongly shaped phallic lily.” Larry’s Party,...
by phillipw | Nov 15, 2019 | FR, KU
You know the sort. They’re usually called Fair weather friends. They’re righteous and they’re good And generous even—if things don’t get balled Up. Each one stores his satin, high-peaked hood Beneath his folded underpants. They give Right...
