©2023 michael raven
flowing mercuric
from dream to drum
humming, under cloak
& hood hearing the
murder crows gathering
at first facet razors
cutting skies with dawn
words | spirit | alchemy
©2023 michael raven
flowing mercuric
from dream to drum
humming, under cloak
& hood hearing the
murder crows gathering
at first facet razors
cutting skies with dawn
©2023 michael raven
i ache to have someone pull me kicking, shrieking out of my rice paper box make my mind stutter shudder, and drift away like gunsmoke on the high desert plains one question to make my brain burn charred to cinder until there is nothing left upstairs a string of words that mindfucks me, leaves me wasted, exhausted drawn into thoughts i have not considered before
©2023 michael raven
weary of being invisible i crawled into bed pulled blankets over my head & left the scene
©2023 michael raven
grey skin & sun blind alder red fingering shabby scarf at the end of the world eight ways & center arthritic shambling to the water's cold embrace
©2023 michael raven
razoring romance to shave, chisel myself into meat for the machine stone ground and scattered to the arctic winds bone growing dry in at the forest's edge
©2023 michael raven
paint me in alder send me to shale wind crow song antler velvet winter sun
©2023 michael raven
two hours of sleep
more work piles up
sad trombone
©2023 michael raven
they came sending you over yoiking and keening water, ice and flame one last goodbye fading away with the burning steel lastlight of sun
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