by phillipw | Sep 6, 2019 | RO
The Closed Eyes Have It The death of love numbs like paralysis Or like a tetanus infection in A purple vein, a poison without hiss, A serpent trying punctures barring sin. This end has lain, lurked voiceless from the start Coiled round an evergreen, behind a rock,...
by phillipw | Sep 5, 2019 | AR
Plato and the Ideal in A.I. When sexless A.I. brains are in control, There won’t be lust for women or for men But only Love like God’s agape role Of loving purely, rather like a Zen Philosophy that takes us far from pain And pleasure. This Nirvana of...
by phillipw | Sep 3, 2019 | AE, AN, BE, ES, GE, GR
Up Close and Pulchritude Hercules Musei Capitolini, Wikipedia The way we view ourselves as humans lies In how we see our past. Imagine then An ancient statue of a man. His eyes Are white, white,...
by phillipw | Sep 1, 2019 | SE
Liquid Resistance Enfolding skin that covers muscles, flesh, Makes paradox of softness, firmness in My arms, themselves a melting strength. We mesh Where holiness combines with soul of sin Or with an element that cannot stain, That cannot be improved. We call it...
by phillipw | Sep 1, 2019 | WH
Beeswax Hero He had his own concocted scent, his smell Made up of khaki mixed with beeyard smoke— And sorcerer’s words that cast a bedtime spell With everything that stories can evoke. His wife read books and these were wizards to The brood, but though they held a...
by phillipw | Sep 1, 2019 | CH
Studying the Church Fathers, Emphasis on Stud His hair and whiskers, eyebrows tend towards black, Those bristles near his mouth and then along His forearm fur. He scratches at his back, Perhaps a pimple. No sonnet or song Will ever praise his manly...
by phillipw | Aug 29, 2019 | HE
Argonauts Were Only Men, Yet Special The heroes sailed away and left behind, Unnoticed, Herakles — the greatest of Them all. It is as if those men were blind. Was this because they knew too well his love Was different from their own? Herakles was placed Amidships,...
by phillipw | Aug 28, 2019 | VE
Charlie McCarthies, All God isn’t a ventriloquist. He’s worse. He holds us firmly in his grip, His hand Inside, more deep than heart or mind. Averse To everything outside His Triple Band, He is especially opposed to aid In talking. Throats impeded by...
