by phillipw | Jul 2, 2019 | BU
Buso No miracles are needed when kittens Abound. Their stripes and spots and blotches say Enough. Mine has all of these and mittens Of white as pure as Baby Jesu’s soul away On ox’s straw, as white as light from eyes Of ass and angels looking lost...
by phillipw | Jul 2, 2019 | MI
Light Killing Light The Milky Way is one prolonged, hot sigh Of birth and life and dying. Whites and blues And yellows, splayed across an iron sky, Explode, implode, imbibe each other, fuse Their destinies together, cannibals Of cousins who mistakenly drift...
by phillipw | Jul 2, 2019 | LO
Goal! I wrote my love along a napkin on A restaurant table. Others watched a match On artificial turf. They watched brawn, And I wrote poetry, though just a smatch Of it, a sonnet meant to be about That thing men worship when they’re not Involved...
by phillipw | Jul 1, 2019 | CY
Super Binomial Byronic Poets We used to worry that computers might Take over poetry, that they might thrill Us with Romantic zings beyond the height Of human seers, that motherboards might spill Out glorious epics and the like. But now We have another worry. Cyborgs...
by phillipw | Jul 1, 2019 | DE
Vacuum His father died and Tony’s body dried Up, its oases withering to dunes Of numbness. Something shriveled deep inside. Bright pools of sexuality are prunes Now. Places where moon thrills should grow are dates At best. His lovers bring him tongues...
by phillipw | Jun 30, 2019 | Ho
Simonides of Cos on the Spartan Dead at Plataea These soldiers put on death, that misted cloak, Their mortal metal sublimated to What some call glory. First we have to soak The fog of war in honor, scarlet, blue And gold. The platinum of courage formed The basis of...
by phillipw | Jun 25, 2019 | LO
Beyoncé, Beethoven and Bach Job 38:7 The woman sings her peppermint-ish thing. The Germans do their heavy stomach stuff, A fugue, a symphony and Wagner’s Ring Mit Heldentenors set against her fluff. Bob Dylan and Bob Marley offer wells With rhythm and guitar and...
by phillipw | Jun 25, 2019 | MO
Across the Breadth and Height Across the breadth and height of England spread Out harshly on their slabs beneath lead paned Glass, death, and honor men lie, each with head Of stone or metal, memory sustained Just barely in a chapel or a church, Cathedrals often....
