Poems by Gotlieb Phyllis
Aquarius
... sfrilly snails paceporing glissandos sucklockedto glass, timeless, the protozoan'srelentless ungrace ...
as I was walking down the street
... the shelf of nothingnesswithout preamble I said nothingwithout clearing its throat it repliednothing ...
A Catful of Buttermilk
... ersin turn howling a hollowtolling from hell can wecrawl down to the cat from hereand the buttermilk ...
Death's Head
... in a breath) my orbic skullis eminently frangibleso delicate a shell to keepmy brains from spillage ...
A Discourse
... ll bodyspans from Sternum to Scapula aflat plate and the base of wings in angelsarmsocket in Mankind ...
A Double Vision
... juice to my leftand where my left eyesees the hard blue skyit's summer haze to the sightof my right ...
First Person Demonstrative
... I'd ratherheave half a brick than sayI love you, though I doI'd rathercrawl in a hole than call youdarling, though you areI'd ratherwrench off an arm than hug you thoughit's what I long to doI'd rathergather a posy of poison ivy thanask if you love meso if myhair doesn't stand on end it's becauseI never tease itand if myheart isn't in my mouth it's becauseit knows its placeand if Idon't take a bite of your ear it's becausegristle gripes my gutsand if youmiss the message better get newglasses and read it twice ...
Hospitality
... ng man more than halfsuspects from the black glitterbeneath the eaved brows that it is Deathwatching ...
Latitude
... Mercator a mapmaker a shaperof great currents ofcontinents on paperseen from whateverangle resembleda tangle of embryoshalf-formed reassemblednear strangled bycirculus equinoctialistropicus capricorni, swaddlingbands of a terra infantilisborn out of theodoliteimaginationand the declivity offaint constellationgrown to surprisingstature? on paperby nature a propertantrumtaker! ...
Ordinary, Moving
... away from nightwe raise the sun, we bring the lightif we don't act the way we shouldtoo bad for you ...
Red Black White
... blood ink paper have been my life I borechildren in a slush of blooddreamed in a scratch of inkand that damned white paperwith words to be written everywhere ...
Seventh Seal
... y cometo THE (sunset) END till theyforced us unhatchedpupas into the whitebitter late Saturday light ...
So Long It's Been
... any roses from hers have I foundcracking the backs of Uncle Nissel'sSCHUYLER 4-7767 old encylopedias ...
Thirty-Six Ways of Looking at Toronto Ontario
... r style battle it out, pastCentennial where they've lifted him out of the snow andsent him to heal## ...
What I Know (Making Free with Villon's Smalltalk)
... ake it my ownand I know how to end a line with a whipcrack,but other than that I don't know anything ...
