; we dance the night/

Michael Raven poems March 21, 2022March 21, 2022 1 Minute

striding down library stacks
the books tumble down
with the wave of your arms
& history next falls back

i taste the dust & must
& ages monsoon thru the room
your maelstrom leaves swirl
widdershins, twirl around & round

drink this, you say; i do
the floors & walls fall away
laughter, handsnare grasp
pull dance & sway

i am a boojum

but you knew that anyway

i am a boojum
oh! you! ragged-curl
black-haired girl
a face i can never ever

wolfsong; we dance
the night

Published March 21, 2022March 21, 2022

2 thoughts on “; we dance the night/”

Towint says:

March 22, 2022 at 2:25 am

A bit different from your usual work, or at least that’s how it vibrates to me. Interesting. I like it 💚

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1. Michael Raven says:
  
  March 22, 2022 at 6:00 am
  
  Thank you! I’m very glad you liked it
  
  I go through cyclic phases. Until recently, pieces have been leaning towards “mainstream” for these past few months. I’m starting to sway back into my more experimental and “digging in the dirt” themes again.
  
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