by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | IS
God as Dominatrix, not joie de vivre The yearning youths who simmer in the sweat Of boredom in banlieus in France, or In slums of Belgium, or London have met A new god recently. He is The Bore, The Great and Monolithic Deity Who needs submission from such needy guys....
by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | SH
Miscegenation Forgotten on the bottom of the sea Or buried under conquered, conquered stones, Lost cargo holds and funeral urns are free From passion. They are there because the bones Of empire need some place to rest and be A vintage slightly redolent of...
by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | BE
In the Canterbury Choir How beautiful and long a face can stretch, In competition with a sculpture on A Norman pier, Modgiliani sketch, Or long as a Tahitian mountain dawn. Can lips assume this richest red, as warm As classic bricks in hillside twilight, more...
by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | AU
November 3, 2015, Bracknell, Ascot and Windsor Great Park A boredom colored gray has settled on The unsuspecting morning. Gray invades The brighter colors grubbied by this dawn. Not even that reddish pub front evades This slumped power. This murk has a smell like...
by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | AG
Agnosticism: les neiges d’antan “Home of a God they know, yet would not know” ~ (Sir) Roger Casement, “The Peak of the Cameroons I.” Who doesn’t recognize such feelings? We Have all of us had moments, days or years, When we don’t want our usual...
by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | RI, VE
Rimbaud, the Seer, Speaks Somewhere among the beds and sheets of dreams Untroubled sexes sleep. They do not yearn For likeness only, nor for love that seems To need its opposite to make it burn. These drowsy flares are burning in slow, Unspoken prophecies the...
by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | LO, RI, VE
What We Learn in the Great College Street of Knowledge The worst conclusion to a crimson bout Of love is truth. We sniff the smell of facts And they are ugly mumbles. With his snout The poet gets the scent. His heart reacts Like pack hounds to the trail an orange...
by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | FR, LO, RE
Eleven, that Odd, Unfortunate Number When everything is wrong or slightly wrong, such As sex and love and friendship, all that you can Expect are travesties like using a crutch Pressed into an armpit tumor in a man Endeavoring to walk the world, every part Of it, as...
