by phillipw | Jul 7, 2019 | GO
Imagine How Much Like a Man’s Shaved Armpit Allah Would be without Mohammad No matter who the god is, he needs men To help. He needs the prophets to deploy Their fiery beards and bristle-tongued quill pen Before he can proceed to pushing pain as joy, Vituperation,...
by phillipw | Jul 7, 2019 | RI, VE
Narrow Rooms It started in a room made narrow by Paul’s Belle-mère. Lice-filled Arthur bailed from this Before the bourgeois ones could make him fly At their command. He fled to the abyss, The alleyed chasm of streetlife. When Paul Found Rimbaud after...
by phillipw | Jul 7, 2019 | RI
Four Hundred & Twenty Some Odd Days When genius lived in London, English brains Were unaware. When genius loved among Them, drinking gin is what they did. The chains He broke in poetry and sex with tongue And knife and fists, the bindings he destroyed,...