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.

Friday, May 13

freestyle sonnet #045: UPON LOOKING AT SOME *REAL* POETS' TWITTERS

My poetry considered trash, not supported
by academic cash, lacking unblemished white
shineface avatar smile, not one who's transported
by flying machine much; my words stay out of sight,

out of re- or super-vision or curation,
but I keep scattering - not because I aspire
to be part of higher-lit pedestal station
but because the urge don't disappear. I'll retire

from whatever shit job I have prolly at death,
but my last gasp will still be poetic exhale.
Accepted edited (enabled?) shineface breath
of *serious* poetry remains far too pale,

lacking color of blood, or mud, or shit-stained soul.
Sigh... keep scattering fragments, hoping to stay whole.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

like.