Weez Phillips's Blog

You’d put an s in the word ‘lisp’ to spite those who’ve spent their whole lives trying to speak, and the irony is that I would script sentences speaking against you that simply did the same. You’d laugh at those walking down the streets you’d scoff at, because you couldn’t claim a home in a […]

I’ll play word games with myself, And you’ll drive backroads with someone else. I was only somebody to talk to And I was only half-amused by you. You’ll read poetry I’ll write, And you’ll share your theories in bed at night. I was only somebody to talk to, And I only wanted an audience out […]

Daily you bring forth new exclamations Based on momentary meditations. “There is still hope,” you declare, And I am in the business of disproving, Distancing myself, disapproving. “This is the best it’s ever been,” When it was never good before, Of course a modicum is but a little more. “We are in the greatest place,” […]

because I hear the door slam at the end of the hallway, and I know what you do at night, and I mind my own business, I am pulling blackout curtains; I am popping a pill and I am not opening that door, no, not chasing after you, no, unwilling to fight, yes, even if […]

You were a strange creature, Poorly-constructed, every feature Uncanny to the scientific mind. You were an anomaly, Misunderstood, even to me, A being of a similar kind. You were an odd beast, Frightfully wild, their eyes feast As they cage and bind. You were your own master, Forcefully taken once captured, Inspected as tests upon […]

the witch in the corner says she knows it’s bigger than she is, but so much smaller than a house, the space she has to get to to read the signs of the universe. she reaches for my hand, but i step away. the universe and I need no neutral ground, need no middleman, just […]

“when i was a kid,” you say, “the world made more sense.” i know it didn’t. i know it didn’t. you sat scared in the floor of a half-empty house, your father sleeping on the couch in his office, your mother turning to shamans and multi-level marketing schemes. I can picture you, though i didn’t […]

At times I picture skin scraped against concrete, minor flaying, an everyday medieval torture, and that’s when I hear nails on a chalkboard, feel needles beneath my nails, and when I glance up, there’s a hell-destined chevy camaro. As it roars past, my hair whips around my face and my clothes around my body. I’ll […]

people scream outside my window the neighbors are always high, and everyone is arguing about nothing all the time. every nonconformist I know dresses just like every other nonconformist I know. people laugh outside my window, the neighbors are always high, and everybody is asking me to explain myself all the time. every freethinker I […]

Grown men in the back of a pickup, puffs of smoke leaving their lips. The driver has his windows down, left arm flung out of the cab, carefree, and yet it strikes her that there’s no sound. They ride in a kind of quiet she can’t quite accept, tires rumbling over asphalt, metal doors rattling, […]