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.

Thursday, January 11

freestyle sonnet #098: UPON CONTEMPLATING THE POTENTIAL BENEFITS OF POPPY TEA IN AVOIDING PAIN


Deep unshakable rootlessness, feel like I lack 
attachment to actual ground, lost without sight, 
wishing for natural fog to turn dark times black 
with numbness, fighting the myth of how living right 

somehow manifests a difference. Still feel doomed, 
still feel damned to downward spiral destinies, still 
stay dumbed down to navigate half-heart world consumed 
with digital fog delights. Writing useless swill 

of scrap words to attempt to find meaning amid 
mundane yet absurd subsistent existence - waste 
of time, waste of space square-locked into power grid 
lacking empowerment. Promise of life debased 

by design into chasing devil math nowhere; 
I'd rather chase the dragon off into dream air. 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Here is to the summer's poppy harvest.