Michael Philips


Poems of Michael Philips

1. A Proverb of Evolution 9/25/2006
2. A Shitty Valentines Day 10/31/2005
3. A Special Daughter 5/26/2006
4. Adios Suburbs, Hola Suburbs 7/6/2007
5. Aunt Rita 2/4/2005
6. Bad Art 5/5/2005
7. Bagging Kid Charlemagne 3/31/2005
8. Bee Sting 3/20/2005
9. Birth of Punk Rock 7/9/2005
10. Car Wreck on the Old Coast Road 10/11/2006
11. Cat Lover 11/23/2005
12. Center of the Story 5/31/2005
13. City Planning 2/22/2005
14. Colleagues Who Die 1/7/2005
15. Confession to Frank Zappa 5/9/2005
16. Conquistadors 3/28/2006
17. Cowboys 5/5/2005
18. Crossing State Lines 8/25/2006
19. Dartmouth Alumni Survey 4/23/2005
20. Directions for Navigating an Art Opening 7/6/2007

Quitting

Our calendars were rivers
Swollen with wedding cakes.
We slept through tunes like All Of Me
Or “All The Cheese, ” our drummer smirked.
But I knew I could never walk.
Mrs. Wing my junior high music teacher
Would appear before me as an apparition,
Breaking her baton on my stand,
Demanding to know what I was doing

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