©2021 Michael Raven
wind in my head
sings old songs
from the rieving days
shamanic word nomad
Bit sized. Tastes like spoiled almonds.
©2021 Michael Raven
wind in my head
sings old songs
from the rieving days
©2021 Michael Raven
words are not words -- they are knives that fillet me with each fumbled blade i possess
©2021 Michael Raven
forcing myself
up from slumber
i often wonder why
waking seems so
damned important
© 2021 Michael Raven
many dismiss dreams as unreality but dreams are otherside reality look! look!
© 2021 Michael Raven
punish me with kisses taste me wash over me, an ocean wave
© 2021 Michael Raven
answers can be discovered in the dragonfly sunning before the twilight feast
© Michael Raven
fear
piercing
ice
pins
through
my
gut
waiting these
aeon hours
for --
soul weary bone tired i wish i could slough the skin of me & find me anew
© Michael Raven
wind kissed water
fish jumping at mosquitoes
& the sun burning low
© Michael Raven
music, words
both escape my grasp
today
stare at wall
© Michael Raven