rusted scabs

©2023 michael raven

my rusted scabs are
not yours to pick for you
to view the barbed wire
buried just underneath
black white yellow red
i always face northeast
in the water stone and
in admiration of
banshees crying for a dying

6 thoughts on “rusted scabs

  1. This one seems to want to be a song. I can’t help but hear it over guitar, sung by one of those awesome voices that sounds like it’s been soaked overnight in whiskey and dried in tobacco smoke. : )

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    1. Oddly enough, that was the only singing voice I could manage when I was still playing acoustic guitar in a folksy kind of band. I mostly lost that sound now that I’ve quit both the whiskey and the smokes…

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