by phillipw | Oct 10, 2019 | ME
My Silences Concealed in Mental Rays My secret reveries are best, those dreams I keep in skull and spirit. In my head Is where they spawn themselves as laser beams That ricochet around my brain instead Of gossiping around the world. They flash A moment and...
by phillipw | Oct 10, 2019 | CR, MI
Golden Miami Viewed at Night from the International Space Station Before Jehovah’s breath commanded light, The dark ruled absolute in every place Except where God enjoyed his perfect might, Perhaps. There was no nighttime there. God’s face Was altogether...
by phillipw | Oct 10, 2019 | GO
Splendor Exploding faster now, the universe Expands, violently, a spherical wave, A globe-shaped tidal wave or pyre, a curse. It is a wider-living deathly grave For all it gives birth to, a hex on life Produced in its calamities. It burns Flame breath across...
by phillipw | Oct 10, 2019 | LO, UN
A Coded Message My love is like the hoarsest whisper…and It won’t be heard if you don’t bend to hear Its lyric silence in that dent of sand Beside the shore and lift pink curves to ear In reverence. My love is like a blue Electrified guitar that’s brooding...
by phillipw | Oct 10, 2019 | RE
Emotionless Truth, Emotional Truth I tweak the Buddha’s nose. He doesn’t seem To care because of meditation or Of stone. The universe is merely dream To him and marble. There isn’t pain for Gautama. Curls like ice cream extruded About his scalp have...
by phillipw | Oct 10, 2019 | DE, MO, ST
How to Paint at Midnight in the Chest and Torso When my internal organs conjure you, They call the lake of lakes to be the greens You caused, and seas of oceans for the blue My memories use to paint rib walls with scenes. And these are just the bordering waters...
by phillipw | Oct 10, 2019 | CO
Contemplation The realm of freedom grows not so much by Subjection of the space around it, folk Beyond its current reach, domains that lie Inside a strongman’s dictatorial yoke, Or lands held down by Holy Books’ control— With cannibal-like...
by phillipw | Oct 9, 2019 | MA, ME
Never Surrendher I do not need to worry, I don’t think, That men will be reduced to little twerps By feminism. Underarms will stink In massive hairiness after the burps Of history. Men will not be tamed by cunts No matter how addictive those may be. Males...
