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...
by phillipw | Nov 15, 2019 | AE, AE, BE
Dark Curly Hair Blue He wears the heavenly blue of Mary’s cloak Across the bicep on his left-hand side. That muscle is not very male. The stroke Of folded blue placed there helps him to hide That fact. Another crucial part is veiled By Mary Queen of...
by phillipw | Nov 15, 2019 | AL
Imperfection as Perfection The eyes are white and wide. They look as spare As Orpheus’s when he lost his wife. Yet Alexander never knew such bare And sand-dune meaninglessness in his life. Perhaps the perfect oval of his face Veiled slightly by the waves of...
by phillipw | Nov 14, 2019 | CH, CO, ST
Lost and Found in Whiteness The man gets up and walks away. He heads Away from all the rubble he has wreaked In hearts, inside his son, and in those beds Where he has rutted. His heart and soul have leaked Away their power through holes the tourniquet Required when...
by phillipw | Nov 14, 2019 | DR, EL
Wish Lanterns Glow Old people harbor wishes, maybe with Their grudges. Wishes also linger from Their childhood daydreams each one like a myth Created solely for one heart. They come Back to these children made of wrinkles, stiff With memories, and these...
by phillipw | Nov 14, 2019 | PA
Inside You The past is still. The past is always past. It lurks, the only absolute. Today Cannot be guaranteed. It may not last, At least for you and me. Destiny’s sway Might sweep it into nothingness. A blink Of fate’s tart eye, a wink of poison...
by phillipw | Nov 14, 2019 | PA
Yesterday The past is far away, is farther gone Than those reaches far beyond the cosmos’ bounds, And more removed than any future dawn. The past lurks far beyond the deafened sounds Of darkness in between black holes, the deeps Of space between the...
by phillipw | Nov 14, 2019 | CA
Canaveral from the Early Twentieth Century Till 1969 The cape, a manta ray with ribbons strung Out, trails them back from north and south away From ocean depths, a landscape left unsung By poets who want mountains or the play Of...
