And after whose stroke the wood rings, echoes rattling from the centre like horses pulling a man apart.
The sap wells like tears or water striving to re-establish its mirror over the rock. Then
something in the memory drops and turns a white skull somehow enlightened, face covered by weedy greens
days later I encounter it on the road words dry and riderless while from the bottom of the pool
fixed stars govern a life again. The sound of the forest is back.
The Girl With Hiroshima Eyes
I see Hiroshima in your eyes girl brighter than a thousand suns atropine pupils my belladonna so full of fissioning blast in our perfumed garden of sensual delight. Then they lay: ‘slit open the thin spun life’ chosen by the Moirae playing their menage a trois with your pendulous moons and moods spinning dysphoric black while I stumble through the weave madness in the eyes of others in a befuddled mandrake scream as tight as I can hug you I cannot quieten your terrible dreams. The Little Boy inside you explodes with confidence and rage until the whimper confronts it and drags you into this cage stunning everyone around you deaf to your mental howls. The sparkle now dulled drugged to another blank page your mushrooming explode leaving silhouettes of the burned on walls. The trial trinity in the desert now a real atomic rage. Flip flop your yo-yo mind cavorts in wild climes leaves me Staring into your Dionysus' ideal eyes..
Bio: Phillip’s poems have appeared in a number of magazines including: All Poetry, Asian Signature, Tripod, Miracle Magazine, Suisun Valley Review and Wilderness House Literary Journal. He currently lives in Prague.