Romance exists,
just as much as bullshit exists,
to get into those tight pants you’re wearing,
but I want to stay and help with the laundry
and fold those pants with you later.
by Philip Wardlow 2016
Shackles
Do you feel them?
The shackles.
They chafe and bruise.
Pull against, and they pull back.
Invisible.
Tangible yet they be.
For they have a weight,
a bite…
a substance,
of the foulest metal known to man.
Strong….
welded upon your wrists
For there is no key.
Yet you walked into
them willingly
Inserted hands,
clasps closed.
Acetylene torch bright
heat burning
Skin blistering.
Hands plunged
into cold water
to quench and
strengthen the binding.
Shackles fade from sight
scars heal,
All to the naked eye.
By Philip Wardlow 2016
Blue light special
It’s okay to try and sell yourself
buts its ridiculous to put a spinning blue light on your head
while sitting in the middle of the bar…
by Philip Wardlow 2016
Matterfactly
The universe is composed of matter everywhere,
visible and invisible interacting on levels we don’t comprehend just yet
…so you do matter.
by Philip Wardlow 2016
Shake it
I wanted fries with that shake baby,
(she pulls out an order of medium fries from her cleavage)
(I take them)
Thanks, you may continue shaking.
(nom nom nom)
Any ketchup in there?
by Philip Wardlow 2016
How’s your Dumpty in your Humpty?
Cracks…..cracks…they run through us…veins of traveling fissures
leaking god knows what.
How long ago was your fall ? Mr. or Miss.
And do you know what you miss?
That once held you together.
Can you find that moment in time…where your mind
teetered,
then tottered.
Arms flailing….you plummeted
that hole in the pit of you widening.
and then something just died.
inside.
They call me Humpty that rhymes with my last name
Dumpty.
The king horses scotch taped me up and superglued my butt
I’m walking …I’m talking…Breathing through
a cracked gut.
But I’m breathing..
Not a yolk sizzling in the sun.
By Philip Wardlow 2016
Because it’s been a long week…
Bubble People
They bump along in their bubbles…
with all their different colors
at times comingling…a bright red meeting,
a dull blue or electric yellow sliding along a prim’s
purple slick skinned surface
grazing against, just ever so.
Electric, crazy, frenzied, varied, morphic, erotic
Dare I say fun? Yet…the bubbles eventually move on
Some in sadness…some not giving a shit….beep bopping
away in a rush.
Or they simply just
POP!
By Philip Wardlow 2016
Deadpool Review – Content Warning – Duh!
I agree with everything in this review … spot on…beware Kiddies ..this is definitely a Rated-R Review……no spoilers though….. I am sure small children will watch it because their parents are not watching em anyways…. enjoy it you little fuckers…
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 