wave

faint bells on the wind from
where my head hole whistles
their songs keep me awake
wandering and pondering
as thoughts often do

i exchange my eyes for
something more the color
of storm over ocean waters
and pretend i don't sing
little china girl in my head
as i stretch out naked on
mindswept beaches, and
she says, shh

like the tides rolling in
cold as ice as i can be
the bells keep singing and
i sigh

2 thoughts on “wave”

“i exchange my eyes for
something more the color”–I love this. Also, anything with a Bowie reference is going to make me swoon. Well done.

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michael raven says:

April 10, 2023 at 9:29 pm

Thanks. Bowie is one of the greats, in my opinion. I loved his ever-changing ephemeral nature, something that feels the world is lacking lately, as everything feels more and more homogenized.

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