by phillipw | Oct 15, 2019 | RI, VE
A Detrimental Adulation (with Apologies to Verlaine) So Rimbaud gets the credit, no matter What. Paul accomplishes what no one’s done Before in verses, but Rimbaud’s splatter On paper, like results from a spray gun That spews out vomit from the chewed up...
by phillipw | Oct 15, 2019 | RI, VE
Paroles sans Romances What kept you from a votive candle to That poet? Having him beside you for Two years almost, abandoning the coup You failed as wilting communard in war By running off with genius that could match Or conquer even more than yours, you flunked Your...
by phillipw | Oct 15, 2019 | AD, Uncategorized
Adam’s Sweat His hair was colored like the soul of flares That curl up from licking flames. Those arms Were lightly glorified by copper hairs Which magnified their swollen, manly charms. Warm major veins that ran along the bulge Of biceps there were...
by phillipw | Oct 15, 2019 | LO
A Gushing Fountain and Not an Oasis in the Cholistan Desert His face when in repose is serious Or well-nigh melancholy, almost sad Like some Islamic saint, mysterious In beauty. I would make him smile, be glad That Allah made him slim and manly like A prophet...
by phillipw | Oct 15, 2019 | VE
The Drunken Butterfly This man, a stinkfly, could not stay, never Stayed. Paul insisted, “Non, je reste,” but such Was not possible. He was forever Flitting, changing, on the run. He was much Too much like his uncertain words and lines He wrote in poetry, for...
by phillipw | Oct 15, 2019 | BO, CH, ST
Miniaturized Trees in Tiny Pots at 3501 New York Avenue, NE, Washington, D. C. To thrill his body never could have been The fact, much less the metaphor, of love. That’s not what love is anyhow. Between Us was full-blooded sympathy above That sort of...
by phillipw | Oct 15, 2019 | CH, ST
London Russian Orthodox Cathedral of the Dormition of the Mother of God and the Royal Martyrs … An onion dome with golden stars and cross Still rises high above my sad blue eyes. The eight-point shapes increase the blue, emboss The blue and...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | CH, ST
Chuck on the Topic of the Pain I Caused Him by Leaving Him so I Could Go “Live” in Edinburgh with my Wife “ ’Twould have been much neater if you could have conveniently died.” ~ Charles Randall Stanfield in a letter to Phillip Whidden mailed March 13, 1986 and...
