Poetry By Phil

June 21, 2008 by missheather
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic

Given that today is the Mermaid Parade (and I have no intention of missing it!) today’s offerings will be exceptionally lite. However, I want to take this opportunity to showcase the work of one of my favorite Greenpointers, none other than the tremendously fabulous Phil! The following piece is entitled Thief. Enjoy!

The dog is at my door.
It won’t be long now.
It always happens when people
talk, when you get careless
close, or desperate or
WEAK. And worst of all
Unafraid when you don’t
See your shadow anymore
that angel that walks
besides you, protects you
Vanishes like mist
your old man, and you got holes
in your pocket where dreams
and wishes slip away into
the gutters you sip wine
on. You’re afraid to blink
and the scars on your body
become medals.

If you see Phil on the street, why not give him a kind word for sharing his deeply personal work with us? If you do, you’ll learn he is a tremendously intelligent and very nice guy!

Miss Heather