by phillipw | Sep 18, 2019 | MI
A Diminished Thing The ruin of a stylish building, he Presides now over that dull avenue Late Middle Age. Not near senility, This man’s poetic as Kalamazoo, Yet once he was a skyscraper with black Curls. They are going thin and turning gray. His massive...
by phillipw | Sep 18, 2019 | PA
Paradise Tossed It seem to me that paradise would soon Become a glut, perhaps already is For those who dwell there. It’s as if the noon Had giant spotlights added and the fizz Of sixty billion sparklers, too, and then Someone lets off a hundred trillion A Bombs...
by phillipw | Sep 18, 2019 | FA, SP
Spenser’s Red Cross Knight Edmund Spenser, Wikipedia The Red Cross Knight was far too much. The dark Spell-casters, monsters, faeries–whatever– He kept avoiding, meeting in the park Of that ridiculous poem, never Found him interesting...
by phillipw | Sep 17, 2019 | RI, VE
Is Suffering Not Suffering? Is suffering not suffering if bathetic? If one of them, though adult, asks his mum To rescue him, is that so pathetic That it’s not agony? He goes to slum Around a foreign city with his mate (In every sense) but gets so drunk and...
by phillipw | Sep 17, 2019 | RI, UN, VE
Sex, Drugs, and Red Roses It seems at least a possibility That spoiled brats might just have feelings, too. They’d have the usual ones, hostility And sulking, and that adolescent brew Of self-regard, fragility and rage. But maybe Rimbaud had some emotion Like...
by phillipw | Sep 17, 2019 | JO
…..Johnny Lantz II …………………………………….tenor.com He lies there, stupidly, while trying not To fall asleep, with glossy earphones at His neck as if he’s hoping that some hot,...
by phillipw | Sep 17, 2019 | JU
An Elevated Viewpoint His nose would plausibly have been all right In ordinary profile, but when viewed From high above (my double-decker height) It was ugly, like Satan had construed Its meaning to a splayed-hoof, gristled shape. The man was cycling, going on his...
by phillipw | Sep 17, 2019 | LO, UN
It Was in Primitive Times that Doctors Used to Bleed Patients to Heal Them A message from my ventricle, the left One, filled with fiercely colored blood, you shoved Away. You did it bluntly, nothing deft About it. Brutal, your words were not gloved For mildness. ...
