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.
Monday, October 12
vine sinew learns intertwined
strength not from education
but from wild inclination
suicide king rolled into
blunt shape stuffed into random
shard of glass bottle - perfect
Sunday, October 11
training vines which already
trained me using their double
reverse plant psychologies
false sunlight protecting man's
spiraling madness, always
reaching deeper at nothing
Saturday, October 10
no vacancy sign not lit
so I stopped; no one inside
so I left two bodies there
"can we go play in that field"
asked the child; "no, we can't"
said mom, “we’re fucking mushrooms”
Friday, October 9
psychic remnants of past lives
layering internal space
of small town building thickly
absent minded, following
heart with blind eyes pointed at
universal magnetics
Thursday, October 8
roadside fireworks exciting
in theory, mostly tamed by
liability-based laws
vines intertwining much like
intestines twisting inside
with microscopic knowledge
Wednesday, October 7
storm clouds steamrolling in from
far horizon like dark sheet
concealing nature’s anger
use of raw fabric fading
as imported newness gets
too cheap to care otherwise
Tuesday, October 6
digital disturbances
will one day be memories
as we migrate under trees
GPS coordinates
of right finder up until
crossing left finger gone right
Monday, October 5
I'm not from bloodlines which are
able to keep vehicles
clean as hell for five decades
the assholes will always win
in the end - the system was
designed for their protection
Sunday, October 4
cinderblock building lessons
often discriminated
against by gentrified types
the beauty of burning words
best left unprinted because
secular morality
Saturday, October 3
useless words lost to ashes -
pretentious self-importance
somehow found its way to print
neuro-ontological
lights flame up from consulting
the ancient masters’ word lifes
Friday, October 2
secondhand lives built inside
the parts that are left after
what’s wanted most gets snatched up
behemoth populations
demand agricultural
appropriation of earth
Thursday, October 1
dioramas of futures
that have become outdated,
no longer even plugged in
American visions blurred
by comfort; recalibrate
myself getting lost nowhere
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