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Patrick Raven
Poems
Feb 2012
Dust Museums and Gods Belly Button
If I close my eyes long enough will you happen to me again?
Not a stranger not a villain just another note to pass on
And on and on
A thousand birds on a wire
One of which has dreams of flying and cannot do it alone
Rather he clean his feathers again and again.
Ruby they came in loving such stars
Diamonds in their mirrors of mine
And eyes
Their bright blinking eyes
Seeing everything for what it is
As it is
There are birds all on a wire
How wonderful is that?
Hear them on their talking stones
Sharing stories of love
The gentlemen and sweethearts and their weddings and their doves
They talked about their dream girl how she left and went away
In the arms of her ghost they knew they couldn’t stay
So alone
So they moved on like everyone else does
I heard them say day by day
They took a chance with a dance
They would swing and they would sway
And in the motion of their feet
They danced off with their eyes
Oh how wonderful they’ll be.
Heavy fever
yeah I’ve got it
Spilled salt
Not my fault.
Terrific winner of skin suffocation
Painted in gold on fire
What a rich man he was
They shot his money toward the sun
Twenty three dollars and sixty seven cents
Rockets are expensive.
Ladies and gentlemen
Don’t let you kids become cannibals.
I have always found this in you
Something I can’t say
It’s when you kiss me every morning
And every night of every day
From the deepest ocean
We did climb the mountain to the sun
And from up high we saw the world
Every part was right for us
I would tumble down
And break my crown
You will come tumbling after
You will come tumbling after
Hanalin the two headed ******* deer
She wants that lion to be so cruel
To twist her next and tie it in a knot
And walk up and down the world in one breath
There are no kings allowed in the garden of eden
The snagging tooth in the lions bite quickly kills snakes
Where in teeth as razor as breath
A serpents birth on vicious bone
Lives nothing more than a worm in the lions throat
Better not tickle that rough tongue.
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Patrick Raven
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