Daniel Phillips Poems

Every useless breath
every pointless sigh
each and all essential
to the naked eye
...

Pictures that dance leave me full of regret
an ocean of language that I'll never get
a silence that weighs down my
conscience and yet
...

By tomorrow,
by the first light of anything,
i'm not hollow,
i am filled with the shape of things.
...

My head
implodes
on contact
...