Michael Philips Poems
I set off a stink bomb
At the art opening of bad art.
It was funny how everyone started
Looking around as if they
Would somehow be able to see the smell.
People began fanning their faces
With their programs and an Asian
Woman actually held her nose.
When they discovered I was the culprit
They roughly escorted me out
Of the gallery and the owner told me what I
Did was adolescent and stupid.
I said the smell was only bad
In his subjective mind – who’s to say what’s
A good smell and what’s a bad smell? But
He had already gone
Back inside to help ...
Naming The Boat
When we first bought the boat
My dad was focused on the rigging
The types and locations of winches and cleats
The sizes of the genoas and spinnakers
Making sure all halyards routed back to the cockpit
My attention was on coming up with a name
How about Clytemnestra?
I liked the sound of it
Like a bird taking flight from its nest