cross-eyed

michael raven poems March 11, 2023 1 Minute

worn out denim soul
frayed and torn
with a hole in each
scuffed knee where
the dark keeps court
and grim grey skin
peeks out

parkbench handouts
to pigeons and the
crow folk, squirrels
plotting domination with
cross-eyed laughter
behind banks of snow

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Published March 11, 2023

5 thoughts on “cross-eyed”

Priti says:

March 12, 2023 at 4:20 am

Beautiful lines! 👍

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Ray Van Horn, Jr. says:

March 13, 2023 at 7:19 am

Great finish and hail, our new crow overlords! I always thought Bast’s prophecy would’ve been fulfilled, feline-style.

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1. michael raven says:
  
  March 13, 2023 at 7:31 am
  
  Cats have us sussed. 😉
  
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  1. Ray Van Horn, Jr. says:
    
    March 13, 2023 at 7:34 am
    
    You’ve got that right! No prayer against our two kitties, except to Mother Bast.
    
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    1. michael raven says:
      
      March 13, 2023 at 7:51 am
      
      Crazy cat daddy here with seven. Not quite sure how that happened. Oh, right, the wide, pleading eyes from the humans who have gotten suckered by cuteness overload.
      
      For the record, I am standing firm against adding a corgi to our household in spite of the sad tears. Barely holding my own on that one, but I am determined. Gods grant me strength.
      
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