Makeup

Makeup

The church spies its image
In the sheen of the world,
And primps.

Or vice versa.


(c) Harold King 1996

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Higher Math

Pleasure,
Is inversely
Proportional to
The measure of treasure.

(c) Harold King 2002

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

My personal Pope


He wore a fedora and overalls,
Often together.
Kept him from Rome.

Middle-aged when Kansas called,
He adopted me anyway.
And six more of my ilk.

I called him Papa.
He ruled.
And I'm the better for it.

He died.
No smoke. No pomp.
Just adopted by his Father.


Harold L. King