Phil Roland : Writing

The Truth is a Deep Dark Hole in the Earth

The Truth is a Deep Dark Hole in the Earth

A Poem by Phil Roland


It started out as erotica. Maybe it still is.
Morphine

Morphine

A Poem by Phil Roland


Ode to that special controlled substance
Jesus Came

Jesus Came

A Poem by Phil Roland


Sacreliciousness
The Penis's Lament

The Penis's Lament

A Poem by Phil Roland


Roughly half of my waking thoughts are devoted to oral sex.
My Painted Lady Falls onto the Forest Floor

My Painted Lady Falls onto the Forest Floor

A Poem by Phil Roland


Honestly, I have no clue as to why I wrote this.
Leave My Eyes on the Rocks for the Birds

Leave My Eyes on the Rocks for the Birds

A Poem by Phil Roland


Dreams of doing drugs at the edge of the desert.
Everyone Else is Robots

Everyone Else is Robots

A Poem by Phil Roland


I'm onto you. ALL of you.
The Muse as an Angelheaded Vegan Hipster

The Muse as an Angelheaded Vegan Hipster

A Poem by Phil Roland


She liked it. That's all that matters, I suppose.
For You I Will Write Like Hemingway

For You I Will Write Like Hemingway

A Poem by Phil Roland


Because at least half of all male writers only started writing because they heard that girls liked artsy types, and they couldn't draw worth a damn.
Welcome to Tomorrow

Welcome to Tomorrow

A Poem by Phil Roland


Early pretentious overlong s**t.