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.

Friday, February 12

frybread sonnet #027: FRIDAY FOG

Disconnected - not enough capital to earn
respected status, feel a thousand miles away
from those left next to me, waiting for fog to burn
off, but it don't; manufactured clouds grow each day,

thick cobwebs of not really confusion so much
as exasperating distraction. Stay bone tired
yet stay unwoke, sleeping through this perverted clutch
after "life", sensory as fuck, uninspired

and still somehow desensitized at the same time.
Not feeling it, blanketed deeply by the smoke
and mirrors reflecting self-loathing, innate grime
of pure primordial muck denied, thus we choke

on the forced shine stuffed down throat, through brain into heart,
thus gut intuition is to tear shit apart.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I feel that way too.