RAVEN MACK is a mystic poet-philosopher-artist of the Greater Appalachian unorthodox tradition who publishes zines & physical books & electronic books & music & photography & digital art & just generally whatever feels necessary to survive this deluded earth thru Rojonekku Word Fighting Arts survival systems (Version 69, establish 14 Feb 1973). Comments encouraged.

Wednesday, November 30

self-medicated visions
led by plasticized shaman
not necessarily real

freestyle sonnet #061: MY NATURE IS DENTED...

My nature is dented - a hundred thousand miles
and at best ten years removed from bright showroom shine.
Known to graze guardrails - daddy preached through wasted smiles,
"keep it between the ditches; and despite incline

to stall out, I stay idling, rough. I never rot,
just rust. At times abandoned 'til roadside repairs
can get me running again once right parts were got.
My nature's deeply dented, inside vinyl tears

duct-taped together - grey Frankensteins without real
re-sale value, too blemished to be classic, bound
close to home by leaking fluids. Rumbles reveal
unmuffled existence; cooled down on oil-stained ground.

My nature remains dented, rust gets worse with age,
'til abandoned at edge of still-developed stage.
psychic burial grounds, where
years get forgotten beneath
sediment of emotion