passing time/

poems 1 Minute

©2021 Michael Raven

it is the empty hours
wordless and mute
that drags like dead bodies
over barbed-wire glass
and razor grass
left crimson at my feet
while the clocks
burn slow
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Published by Michael Raven

Michael Raven has been murdering innocent words since some time in primary school and hasn’t had the decency to stop after he was first published in second grade. During the mid-90s, he was the emcee at a spoken word/open mic salon, "Sweet Immolation", in Seattle’s Belltown neighborhood. He is deeply interested in the Old Ways and in shamanic traditions.

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