RAVEN MACK is a mystic poet-philosopher-artist of the Greater Appalachian unorthodox tradition who does all types of things, daily. The best place to get it right now is his Patreon or find his books at Amazon.

Wednesday, February 3

frybread sonnet #025: THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

My heart don’t beat with obedient rhythmic taps…
more like THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! as fist serum smashes through
blockage, refusing inter(police)state speed traps;
trickling along back roads where nothing will be new,

which is fine - so fine. Fuck the click/click/click tire clack
of travel heartbeat along fast track; I remain
stubbornly THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! destined for heart attack
in hand-me-down piece of shit pick-up on two-lane

pointed towards nowhere, just like where from I came.
My heart skips with anxiety towards any
authority, questioning my motives, real name,
and ultimate direction - THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! Many

miles lost and forgotten, blacked out but not wasted;
truly doomed destinations ain’t cut and pasted.

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