Comments about Harryette Mullen
We need quarters like King Tut needed a boat. A slave could row him to
heaven from his crypt in Egypt full of loot. We’ve lived quietly among the
stars, knowing money isn’t what matters. We only bring enough to tip the
shuttle driver when we hitch a ride aboard a trailblazer of light. This comet
could scour the planet. Make it sparkle like a fresh toilet swirling with blue.
Or only come close enough to brush a few lost souls. Time is rotting as our
bodies wait for now I lay me down to