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Queer Colors

Queer Colors   King Alexander had two colors for His eyes, one blue, one brown.  His hair hung blond In curls, blond gloss upon them.  To adore, He chose his childhood friend.  From far beyond Came sobbing.  Blond of royal hair spread wide And crammed the world with...

Mists

                     Mists Does mist mean something in the mind?  Besides The coming of dementia with its fog Of numb remembrance, Alzheimer’s knife slides Right through the brain.  Schizophrenia’s Gog And Magog thrust an Armageddon in The very citadel of logic.  Does...

Imperfection as Perfection

      Imperfection as Perfection The eyes are white and wide.  They look as spare As Orpheus’s when he lost his wife. Yet Alexander never knew such bare And sand-dune meaninglessness in his life. Perhaps the perfect oval of his face Veiled slightly by the waves of...

Religion Meets the Nagasaki Force of Profiled Nostrils

Religion Meets the Nagasaki    Force of Profiled Nostrils How feebly glacier strengths of faith resist The megatons of fire released by you, Your hair.  Christ evanesces in a mist Of sweat and hankering.  The ice, so blue Before I saw you, is transparent now. No, not...

Plutarch on the Perfume of Alexander’s Skin

  Plutarch on the Perfume      of Alexander’s Skin   “Aristoxenus in his Memoirs tells us that a most agreeable odour exhaled from his skin, and that his breath and body all over was so fragrant as to perfume the clothes which he wore next him”  ...