Posted on social media this day in 2020.
i am a zombie shuffling into the within & locking the gate behind
Bite sized. Tastes like spoiled almonds.
Posted on social media this day in 2020.
i am a zombie shuffling into the within & locking the gate behind
©2022 Michael Raven
Posted on social media on this date in the past.
this crystal day recalls bunnymen esquimaux -- i'm counting the days 'til the ice turns green
And, bonus nostalgia from this day: I saw this old magazine advertisement for something I was never able to convince an adult to buy me, no matter how often I whined and pleaded each time it appeared in a comic or a magazine:
Yes, I read a lot of those kinds of comics and magazines growing up. And my mother wondered what compelled me to go goth…
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outcast
and standing
uninvited
out in the
cold winter
rain
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i have no drive other than to watch juncos peck at snow for food too small to see
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standing tall skybrush fingerbones manyhands burrow below
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And two more poems shared in social media on this day, 2020.
rusted nail vampire kiss lockjaw sawbones sundered soul
frayed flags snap
scarlet against the snow
everything falls away
a ghost of a smile
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Originally posted in social media on this date in 2020.
with rusted
barbed wire kisses
we returned to times of
blood and soil
liminal spaces
transient faces
hoarfrost-crusted fingers
dancing the razor edge
the lacuna beckons --
dust on yellowed lace
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The following was originally published on social media on this day, 2020.
toss the fingerbones a crescent grin & wild eyes jack of scythes
©2022 Michael Raven
©2022 Michael Raven
Originally posted on this day on social media in 2020.
sometimes…
the rains fall heaviest
in fallow fields sown
with regret
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