FIND-THE-TEMPLE-BODIED-BULLFISH-HEADED-MAN-
RIGHT-THERE-IN-HIS-OWN-COMPLEXED-SANCTUARY
The Queen of Crete's union
with a white bull-whale
sent by sea-god Poseidon,
he of the great fishy-tail,
resulted in a bull-whale son,
fish's-head, body of a man.
He swallowed seven by seven
(from the seven seas being driven)
humans, both male and female,
in a labyrinth that was his lair.
'Twas in the body of this whale
their spirits climbed the stairs
towards a seventh-heaven,
underwent complexity there.
WITHERED-HE-BY-HIS-THREE-
SISTERS-ARTY-HEIGHTS
Brother Bronte, how he festers
like a sore, soberless amongst sisters
whose talents reach dizzy-heights
while he falls to the depths of despair.
His meagre talents not to compare.
Cold and withering are his nights.
AN-OVER-SEER-VERSE-NO?
There is more to Nature
than night and day,
she brings forth caprices
in many a way.
You can't rid of evil
though you fight it.
Of evil you can't rid.
You cannot right it.
But evil you can control
with help from the Oversoul.
THE YELLOW BOOK
Beardsley of the book
yellow as a daffodil,
and the Victorian author
of the novel 'Under the Hill'.
Beardsley once a friend
of the wit Oscar Wilde.
Beardsley the bohemian.
"Over the damn top !" some railed.
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