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...