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, March 30

freestyle sonnet #036: HOW MANY WACK POETS MUST GET DISSED?

How many emcees (poets) must get dissed, before
somebody says don't fuck with dirtgod? Behind fine
brick paywall ivy MFA play-writers score
all the grants, all the fellowships; by grand design

system self-justifies by rewarding itself.
Dirtgods never get gold just pyrite, yet remain
guided by skylight not glint from atrophied shelf,
and got no time for wine-and-cheese readings - dirt brain

consumed with continuing the real work. Never
is the real work honored because that shit still seems
impossible. Traditionally wayed clever
emcees (poets) remain filled with insider dreams,

but fuck that, I sit amidst my junkyard lifestyle,
and keep scribbling impossible shit the whole while.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Love this.