Was your mummy’s tomb Despoiled? Was your sacred Burial plot robbed? We can all agree That mistakes were made. That’s why Pencils, erasers … You
Author: hermanshermit
Undone
My fingers trace your Sternum as I unbutton Your dress. You shiver. You ask me how long We have before they miss us. I ask
Once and Future King
You bow before your Lessers, when you are worth more Than ten of them. Stand. (Image of Ogier and Morgana by NC Wyeth)
Hyperesthesia
Someone must have peeled My skin off. Everything is Magnified ten fold.
Excellus’ Boast
They told me I was No better than anyone Else, but they were wrong
Excellus
Making a trillion Dollars was supposed to make Me happy; it did.
