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.

Monday, October 1

twitter renga #0918

[love too write twitter renga, one tanka at a time, 
at my @_raven_mack_ twit acct] 

love too be buried 
in the junkyard, next to cars, 
rusting back to earth 

love too breathe that red clay mud, 
returning from where I came 

love too be archived 
in ash, like an old box of 
faded photographs 

love too be scattered next to 
that sixty-ninth mile marker 

love too feel constant 
exhaustion, without the time 
or space for shelter 

love too squander energy 
in support of other's dreams 

love too be doomed, though 
deny inevitable 
on daily basis 

love too flatfoot through psychic 
minefields, grinning like possum 

love too cast prayers 
made of poor english words out 
into cyber void 

love too pretend art will save 
me, and that dreams get realized 

love too be alone, 
lonely, longing, old and grey, 
broke and undesired 

love too be tricked into some 
conventional bitch thinking 

love too see people 
transform into normalcy, 
but be mad at me 

love too feel marginalized 
while being judged as the cause 

love too pretend this 
is living as death keeps on 
creeping in on me 

love too pretend all this "work" 
is better than getting high 

love too cuddle up 
in quilted opioid fog 
on living room couch 

love too be numb to the pain, 
love too treat symptons not source 

love too pray to gods 
which stopped listening, sitting 
at river temple 

love too imagine where those 
rippling rapids might take me 

love too get lost deep 
down digital rabbit holes; 
sleep is for the dead 

love too blow dirt mist at the 
shinefaces faking their ways 

love too sell the angle, 
love too cut promos looking 
at first light mirror 

love too eat mythologies 
of freedom and realized dreams 

love too have children 
in constant crisis, running 
out of hours of leave 

love too balance family 
amidst capitalism 

love too pretend I'm 
making a living, not just 
losing grip of hope 

love too drop my kids off at 
dream-crushing schools before work 

love too tell children 
"wish I could make it better" 
as if we had choice 

love too have too choose working 
over loving and caring 

love too have people 
blow up at me because they 
project their own shit 

love too have suicidal 
children and social workers 

love too have to block 
the basement apartment door 
while people freak out 

love too be unsupported, 
yet somehow still strong as fuck 

love too share more than 
I should so that strangers can 
consume misery 

love too feel strongly alone 
while surrounded by so much 

love too wish there was 
happy ending, but there's not; 
more stanzas 'til death 

love to text "ok" despite all 
previous experience 

love too disappear 
into plain sight, people be 
like "where'd Raven go?" 

love too take internet back 
roads, avoiding interstates 

love too be obscure, 
anonymous, unnoticed, 
operating wild 

love too walk ten miles at night 
in lime green basketball shorts 

love too love to much, 
finding beauty in every 
broken ass human 

love too enjoy dopamine 
and serotonin rushes 

love too imagine 
mutual attraction with 
someone I don't know 

random train rides creating 
a new life's sidetrack tendrils 

love too have my needs 
ignored by those closest to 
me (supposedly) 

love to make legal mistakes 
in terms of relationships 

love too be somewhat 
consistent secondary 
concern for someone 

love too be separated 
from self-centered thought patterns 

love too not give a 
fuck any more; love too stop 
putting others first 

(which is not to say "don't care" 
but to say I deserve good) 

love too be Raven 
Mack - a good motherfucker 
with heart full of truth 

twin dimples of positive 
thought, and blackberry bush beard 

love too inshallah 
another day; thankful to still 
be alive (I guess) 

got cursed genetics but blessed 
electromagnetic flows 

love too be seen as 
piece of the problem, like I’m 
perpetuating

I’ll be here to help tear all 
this shit apart, if you want 

this country hasn’t 
ever given half a fuck 
about me (or mine) 

y’all wanna dismantle it? 
more down than y’all even know 

but if y’all trying 
to re-create that same shit? 
fuck it then, I’ll pass 

this United States model 
is done, no room for repair 

fresh coat of blue paint 
can’t hide rotten foundation 
which is now exposed 

burn it down now, or wait for 
it to fall in on us all 

I’m good either way; 
life spent in the shadows shows 
one how to survive 

semi-autonomous zones 
as America declines 

love too disappear 
from American myths 
of being special 

can’t settle for this empire, 
won’t settle for this empire 

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