RAVEN MACK is a mystic poet-philosopher-artist of the Greater Appalachian unorthodox tradition. He does have an amazing PATREON, but also *normal* ARTIST WEBSITE too.

Saturday, December 31

"going down the road, feeling
bad," over and over in
my head, walking down the road
put up the christmas lights last
spring, but didn't plug them in
’til two days before christmas
middle path motherfuckers
often get left behind in
this egotistic ass world

Thursday, December 29

Tuesday, December 27

with deep appreciation
for rust, my scrap metal pile
has found a permanent home
live like a blur, buzzing through
temporary existence,
hoping there’s hands on this wheel

Monday, December 26

Thursday, December 22

Wednesday, December 21

napping on truck bench seat at
lunch, look up at train to see
opportunity pass by


Fifth-dimensional songbird mentions in deep space
of eternal torso - internal damage kept
minimal, then minimized further as I chase
lack of *I*; these barely concealed symmetries swept

same ol' same ol' down psychic rabbitholes - tired souls
grab at fragmented wholes and consider it as real;
I don't pretend to know shit, just jabber through holes
in routine where unconscious non-senses reveal

rawness beyond intellect's microscopic yokes;
astro-logic chokes on that back of brain *self*-doubt,
crash back to *MOAR!* civilized, non-serious jokes
to cover up innate dissatisfaction bout

of depressions. Third-dimensional distractions
designed to deny fifth-dimensional actions.

rarely mentioned patreon of dirtgod
gentrified infrastructure -
industrial traditions
painted progressively bright
turkey vultures stretching out,
drying their dew-frosted wings
in early Sunday sunshine

Tuesday, December 20

"love is like a butterfly"
try to tell myself through stares
at same stale reality
extreme close-up basketball
net, searching for remnants of
fresh-bodied exuberance

Monday, December 19

Sunday, December 18

each industrial line stretched
taut, fastened tight, and taught to
remain in place “forever”
ravens appropriated
from viking banners stenciled
all over back yard flotsam

Saturday, December 17

lessons of rust - our purpose
is designed by others; left
to ourselves, we become flakes
smokestack industries blossomed
decades ago; now wilting
southern towns return to earth

Thursday, December 15

Tuesday, December 13

Monday, December 12

Sunday, December 11