RAVEN MACK is a mystic poet-philosopher-artist of the Greater Appalachian unorthodox tradition. He does have an amazing PATREON, but also *normal* ARTIST WEBSITE too.

Tuesday, April 30

April the Three

the urge to self-medicate is strongest when one
realizes the life they are trapped in is boring
holes of dullard thought where great notions once had sprung,
now buried beneath daily detritus, storing
dreams for future dates never realized in real time,
so sober don’t feel real fine, plus my mind’s inclined
to rewind through reels of stored moments with no rhyme
or reason for reflection of past intertwined
uncomfortably with here and now - furrowed brow
tenses from my temporal lobes overloading
from cortisol exploding with no knowing how
to calm down the process of conscience eroding,
and I’m left here, idle of spirit, left to think
about how easily it all blurs with a drink

sustainable farming practiced by well-endowed
individuals changing the world leisurely
with compassion, rejected roots of which they’re proud
to break free from, yet their world defined by purely
living in ways not accessible by lesser
classes herded in masses far beyond the gates
where utopias erupt for sheltered pleasure,
available at well-advanced luxury rates
for those who have achieved cognitive awareness
of true human potential, combined with raw wealth
where one can afford to live free of unfairness,
and without poor resentment if done in good stealth;
are we sustaining improvement of folks at-large,
or enabling the survival of those in charge?

There are new zines at the Thousand Feathers zine shop in the right sidebar, issues three and four which should be going into mailboxes later this week once I finish folding them up. Also Beerbox Haiku poetry book is still available and completely great, at the picture link to the right, available at Amazon as ebook or physical book you can hold in your hands. Probably going to start writing erotic post-apocalypse literature under a pen name exclusively moving forward, so not sure if that'll exist here or I'll keep it secret. I am everywhere, and yet also nothing; it's a strange existence I lead (or follow?).

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