evil shylock

lustful lender of lies

masked predator

merchant of illusion

hero to those of tender age


rife of supple flesh

restless they shuffle

in queue



Fast Forward…


Duped by cryptic mirror

held firm in time’s grasp

minions once ardent

regaled in gleaming armor

of false reflection

march in faulting step

cracked and leathered

by the midday sun

spent and disillusioned

break rank and look homeward



peaceful in the feathered gasp of sunset

at rest among the peaty moors of blood’s calling

at last can own youth’s folly

veterans of marathon

affirmed by unfeigned image

adrift in the brackish waters of mind’s musing

make amends with evil merchant

and flaunt their jagged scars



About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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