by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | CH, LO, ST, UN
“From Thy Dead Lips” There’s just a hollowness that has your smell Around it—like an aura of the sins We never did together. This shell, Its fan form, waits, on shores where death begins (If death can righteously be said to mark A start). The light around this...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | BR, LU
Across the Desk from me in the British Library The shape of nostril is enough alone To say, “Write love about me. Write it now!” The message pierces through the central bone That holds my ribs together like a vow Of chastity that must be broken. Rip My...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | LO
Perfect Revenge Porn I want to exorcise the joy you caused, The misery, and every smell of you. Some gloating and sadistic god has paused My memories and I can’t escape that view Displayed inside my head. I need a priest To do the rituals to cleanse my nose And...