freestyle sonnet #066: HANDICAP MACHETE MATCH AGAINST RICHARD SPENCER-GAVIN MCINNES TYPES

Alpha male mentality but with open heart,
surrounded by ignorant country fucks dumbed down
by steady diet of shock and awe lacking art,
jacked-up truck fuckfaces, unblemished, shines like town -

inauthentic country, surviving card to card,
misinforming themselves as hard. On other side,
proudboy shitheads more peacock than gamecock - new guard
of old boy networks and traditions, taking pride

in being snide condescending asshole bosses,
considering themselves clever through harassing
nature. Falsebeard proliferation criss-crosses
my path often, "right" peacocks amassing

like seed ticks, but shinebeards risk shaving against will
if y'all self-important bitches don't learn to chill.

thousand digital snapshots

of various candid trees

in natural habitat

sexy detritus - pure trash

arts from grime world gallery

which fights shineface curation

damaged brown neurons as seen

under microscope nothing

like what elder trees saying

escape to other planets

only possible for those

tapped strongly into heart math

plastic ghosts circulating

self-destructive tendencies,

manufactured by devils

bootleg electricity

futures going up; impending

societal collapse too

scuffed golden buddha resting

on mat made of pine needles

and moss, with quartzite backdrop

wild-style nature waiting to

reclaim what gets left behind

by lack of manmade value

at the crossroads of gothic

futurism and same ol'

traditional gibberish

maintaining the appearance

of control though feel mostly

detached, dissociated

Loungewirthistan guerrillas

read Ibn al-Arabi's

Metaphysics for insight

no matter how far I walk,

these devil wires already

done been run over my head

on the financial hook for

more than life's insurance is

worth; postpone death - keep working

Zapatista worry doll

guards my dilapidated

camper temple in the field

manual transmission of

invisible energies,

connected through molecules

contemplating the madness

of each brick while walking past;

how’d we settle all this wild?

"but the aces only flew

through heaven, and the diamond

jack called no man friend” tattoo

lost in this world's madnesses,

struggling for simplicity

but damn, it’s complicated

rough farmhouse we live inside

is the oldest on this road;

hand-dug well pre-dates asphalt

looking forward to springtime -

green vibrates the fuck up, and

I harvest froze-squeezed quartz stones

LSD at RFK

Stadium, "Loser" lyrics

etched into brain forever

fire used to be open shared

center of activity -

no longer “necessary”

sedimental detritus

literally compounded

over the slow-dripping years