©2021 Michael Raven

i spirit song like rot
through the winter wood
they have forgotten my face
still i touch their foot
tender spot
in the chair spinning

what proof have i?
the faded shade become?
kiss the dawn and slip aside
her song the song of songs

they say if there is blood
then blood will make
them come
sex & dreams & blood
they say...
they say... say... say...
drum machine steel guns

bandaid repairs all
so, curl into a ball
& roll to where
the real fun is

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