He liked his fiction like he liked his eggs—
Hard boiled. He liked a hero. With Swiss cheese.
Happiness is a noun
which can only be found
in stories where no one is happy.
Homer is my hero
Both of us are bald.
Archaeologists have a wealth of Paleolithic axe heads.
I am not aware of a Paleolithic hammer.
The head is hafted to the helve.
For Hero I swam the Hellespont.
One night she blew out the flame.
I love a woman with a sense of humor.