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, 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.