by phillipw | Sep 28, 2019 | LO, RI, VE
The Products of Love’s Smog The older poet dreamed perhaps of past Emotions with the younger one (of France And beds), dreamed, dreamed in daylight and the last Night hour as wakefulness began to prance Across subconsciousness of London’s dawn. The elder man created...
by phillipw | Sep 28, 2019 | LO, RI, VE, WI
Repentance = Looking Backward You know how funny that it was in years Gone by when films on reels could be re-run Backwards? An actress’s glycerine tears Could crawl back up into her eyes. What fun! Ha Ha, funny, yes. And yet . . . sometimes life Runs backwards,...
by phillipw | Sep 28, 2019 | LO, Ta
Ephemeral Tattoo “Monsieur Dechartre,” asked Prince Albertinelli, “how do you think a mauve waist studded with silver flowers would become Miss Bell?” “I think,” said Choulette, “so little of a terrestrial future,...
by phillipw | Sep 28, 2019 | LO
The Gemini Most loves are lost the moment they are born. Their DNA contains the genes to doom Devotion. Bonded chromosomes are torn, Though only slightly. They become love’s tomb As well, simultaneous the death and birth. Invisible, a corpse is there as twin Of baby...
by phillipw | Sep 28, 2019 | FU
Funeral Games Some people marry several times. I tend To want not several weddings but instead To be the subject of various send Offs. I’ll have respective funerals to wed Eternity and me in death. I wish A sober one in black officiated By my brother, and a...
by phillipw | Sep 27, 2019 | BE, HE
Feminine Beauty Just Ain’t Right “Hylas . . . is described in very un-heroic terms, with χαρίεντος (7) suggesting youth and beauty, and πλοκαμῖδα (7) emphasizing the boy’s ‘almost feminine prettiness’.” A hero can’t be pretty, beautiful, Or like a girl.,, (Well,...
by phillipw | Sep 27, 2019 | LO
Passion’s Blind Carving Knife In London ‘they almost died of starvation.’ ~ Edmund White Inhabiting a wilderness of bored Clichés about the plight of poets, this Pair breathed in poverty the gods had stored Up for them from the moment their first kiss Sent Paul...
by phillipw | Sep 27, 2019 | LO
Abbess Cacoethes of the Paraclete So love-lorn lovers leave their letters on The tomb of Abelard and Heloise Because these failing modern lovers fawn On legend, not on truth. Upon their knees They worship sea-haar hued romance, this since They...
