raven blues

it is pouring hell tonight
mixing the memories
with seeds of half forgotten neglect

uniting a night
with "no line is sacred"

it is dark on the wing tonight
kissing the bruised lips
where smiles meet the end

recruiting sentiment
with the taste of tears

then she played me music over the phone
music cut by two diamond saws
wounding me with distant laughing remorse
about leaving this and then chicago
where someone else sent music over the phone
music cast inside the heart of law
where i was healed with coffee, strong and course

and it is still pouring hell tonight
sifting the flesh and feathers
as the lightning strikes sound

brusing the waters
binding us ravens here to there

ramona, brightly defiled
allow me to gently cut
your rainy raven hair