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No Combination Code for the Vault

No Combination Code for the Vault All roads can lead you there but no road back. You call the stillness beauty and full peace But at a distance it seems threat as black As deathless fate.  Seek nothing of caprice Where these paths go.  This destination serves One...

His Beautiful Son Does Not Have the Brains

His Beautiful Son Does Not Have the Brains Odysseus decides he will not die. This glares as clear to him as April light On Ithaca.  He knows this is awry So he will have to trick the gods.  Some sleight Of mental hand will come to him in time. He guesses he will have...

Enthralling Hair

            Enthralling Hair His lust goes blunt and sharp at once.  It shoves Itself like cudgel and like blade.  The club Is made of iron that feels like rusty gloves Created to assault for utmost drub Of body parts.  Deep bruising is its goal. An urgency for trauma...

The Darkened Sea

        The Darkened Sea Imagine, then, that salt waves draw the soul Of hyacinths, their purple fragrance down, The fragrance of high lilacs from rock knoll, And cliff, and pathway of an island’s crown To blue Aegean stretches.  Purple falls To salt and blue.  The...