by phillipw | Sep 28, 2019 | LO, RI, VE
The Products of Love’s Smog The older poet dreamed perhaps of past Emotions with the younger one (of France And beds), dreamed, dreamed in daylight and the last Night hour as wakefulness began to prance Across subconsciousness of London’s dawn. The elder man created...
by phillipw | Sep 28, 2019 | LO, RI, VE, WI
Repentance = Looking Backward You know how funny that it was in years Gone by when films on reels could be re-run Backwards? An actress’s glycerine tears Could crawl back up into her eyes. What fun! Ha Ha, funny, yes. And yet . . . sometimes life Runs backwards,...
by phillipw | Sep 28, 2019 | LO, Ta
Ephemeral Tattoo “Monsieur Dechartre,” asked Prince Albertinelli, “how do you think a mauve waist studded with silver flowers would become Miss Bell?” “I think,” said Choulette, “so little of a terrestrial future,...