Who Needs Heaven
Balzac’s Los Illusions
Lucien could turn a phraseUntil more than phrases turned on him.Just twenty, he lept to life’s maze,With angelic face and figure trim. Paris with its jumbled ruesOf dames and writers sweet as sucre:Actresses and poets whoseCareers were impoverished or trés lucre. Onto...
Job Poem
Job’s so sad I wonder why We share our search With such a guy.His skin had a coverOf scabs and worms.Sleep would hoverBut not take him in her arms.His was the little three lettered nameReminder of our worldly jobs.The spirit is the more satisfying game—Than life as...