by phillipw | Dec 5, 2025 | AN, LO, OR, PE, SE
High Wire and Sword Swallowing Combined For Karen Frazier Her daydreams, opposite of tight-rope stunt And stunt are looseness, fantasies of cocks. She yanks her tights off. Men invade her cunt And other holes when schlongs are freed. Love cocks They aren’t. They’re...
by phillipw | Dec 5, 2025 | Uncategorized
Parallax Perspective Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Seen railroad tracks converge but never meet. Their logic, unavoidable, still fails. Philosophers of love leave incomplete The definition. Thought...
by phillipw | Dec 5, 2025 | MY, PO, RE
Gold, Frankincense and Blur Ambivalence is what it’s all about. The certainties that you were taught with kids Around you in the Sunday School, now shout As ambiguities., our sleds on skids. The certainties have turned to shades of gray, Those things once colorful...
by phillipw | Dec 4, 2025 | CL, FR, JU
The Archetypal Architecture of the Blind She lived inside a moment where her clocks Ticked out the moments but from one to three, That’s all, a very certain cube-like box Of circumscribed doctrinal certainty. For her those things like dreams are more for Freud Or...
by phillipw | Dec 4, 2025 | CA, DR, NI, SU
Mishmash Manifestations Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Dreams come. Dreams come and as caverns and as peaks, As Everests in the sunrise and as seas At sunset. Each dream comes to you unique, Unique...
by phillipw | Dec 4, 2025 | FR, LO, Uncategorized
Bulging Truth Do not allow a man to enter through Your private door, not even if you know Him well as Christ friend Peter knew. Christ knew Him well, though not quite well enough to know That he alone would swear he did not Know Jesus. That of course was...
by phillipw | Dec 3, 2025 | SU
Maturity and Revelation Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We all grow up but some mysteriously The way a baby Yeti might if one Of his two parents were a Christmas tree, Of if his soul were stark, imprinted...
by phillipw | Dec 3, 2025 | LO, NE, RO
In the Arteries Inside the Artesian Chest Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Artesian arteries are filled with hosts Of angels. They go flowing from the heart, Are heaved along by love, replacing ghosts In...
