domesticated creatures

litter the country landscape,

complementing scrap metal

James River Seven Islands

elven tribe taught me how to

disappear brief forevers

dementia criss-crosses spine,

shooting demon monkey thoughts

into my mind, then being

man's eternal polymers

all bubble with correcting

decay at some future point

my mark's mostly unseen, not

for lack of trying, but I

seem to be too far outside

sunrise over any place -

man's dark infrastructure of

progress lurks ominously

eight wheels of eighteen, holding

thin metal and wood boxtops,

scattered across wastelandscape

how many blaze orange barrels

decorate perimeter

of domesticated lands?

flat screen earth distractions beam

out and up then back down at

crooked angle like bent spine

stencil and sharpie my war

flag wherever shinefaces ain't

shining security lights

ya boy dirtgod worked three days

in a charcoal factory;

it was like you’d imagine

shadow dwellers contemplate

how different are right and

left lights - both seem hell-bent dark

oats hovering overhead,

hung out to dry in bedroom,

only space available

Moon Patrol theme song soundtrack,

draining plastic vodka half-gallons

at back of small town arcade

fresh coats of coordinated

bright paint to make historic

shithole appear to be new

horizon of blurred shadows,

distant Blue Ridge mountains crouch

underneath astral expanse

exterior universe

still streams through forced solitude,

trying to escape the fog

they alternate forcing corn

or soybeans out depleted

soil at both ends of this road

abandoned storefronts gonna

get swallowed by progress once

they work property values

complicated monoliths

built to the gods of finance

and “freedom”-brand liberty

empty lots in empty towns,

where somebody still lives, still

carves out daily existence

ghosts of dead father lurking,

laughing that forced feigned "huh-huh",

cigarettes, cheap beer, and gas

my job was to check lightbulbs

the day the fair got set up,

told “lights is important, boy!”

Sir Chillington Loungewirth and

his immoral homies plot

their next “election” victor

industrial phalluses

impregnate pure heavens with

carcinogenic poisons

diesel rolling pens of doom -

domesticated creatures

transported between holocausts

nothing about existence

is specifically "art"

unless you are a salesman

penishead amanita

popped out the ground by frog ponds;

crazy clouds laughed overhead

waiting for destinies which

ain't based off nothing but dumb

luck; death our only promise

ruler I-self victory

and equality rule - raw

healer’s supreme alphabet

lost in the dark wilderness

of America's savage

western civilization

double yellow reflections

in rear view mirror; double

yellow horizon pending

a Captain America

helmet hung in my dad's

shed, collecting resentment

tacking up meditations

in the woods, hoping the crows

start leaving trinkets again

industrial doohickeys

dominate human landscape;

sun still way fuckin’ out there

memories of past dwellers

fade, flake away, disappear

back into oblivion

industrial heavyweights

tilt whole world's psychic axis

sideways thirty-three degrees

head carnival worker's name

was "Smoke" - seven years sober,

smelled like menthol cigarettes

Mister Orangeheart geared up for

fractal chaos spiraling

from universe centered heart

glistening phallic mushroom,

penetrating sunlit woods

with astro mycology

Kehinde Wiley's stained glass

dude got some straight fucked up style

of tying his Timb laces

mushroom militias building

unseen jihad to reclaim

earth back from men for Gaia

New Writing books now available: Shard Haiku & Rojonekku Book-a-Zine

Recently released this past week or so are two new Raven Mack offerings of human language.

#1: SHARD HAIKU: BOOK ONE: which is collection of the some of the sets of ten haiku deemed "shard haiku" because I firmly believe in writing you can stab people with, but not people so much as civilization. These can be seen in some form on the rojonekku twitter or using the shard haiku tag on this site. But this book is a selection of them, in printed form. It makes a great addition to any cinderblock and milk crate book shelf. (There is no kindle version because the font used is a tough one, and that is by design, and kindle processing sterilizes font into a weak spiceless pablum of readability, which I can sometimes abide by, but not in this case.)

SHARD HAIKU BOOK at Create Space, and at Amazon

#2: ROJONEKKU BOOK-A-ZINE: VOL. 1: which is a collection of the assorted ramblings of me. A large chunk of the first half of this is taken from the four of the six issues of my Rojonekku zine, but being I have recently decided to retire from the zine format I previously used (due to costs) and put those poetic-philosophical nonsense gibberish preachings out in this form, there's a lot of new shit too. Essentially, as I explain in the thing (and sub-title it), it is more than a zine but also probably less than a book, if you are inclined to think of book as novel. That's not to say it's not as good as a book, because you will read the fuck out of this more than most "real" books. I'm pretty great at the unreal. (And there is kindle versions of this one.)

ROJONEKKU BOOK at Create Space, at Smashwords, and at Amazon


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graffiti blossoms worldwide -

underground culture spreads out

from nothing into all things

solitary autumnal

mimosa blossom attracts

motherfuckin’ hummingbird

satellite transmissions from

planet earth - IS ANY ONE

OUT THERE? or just increments?

local power plant tends to

release gas clouds at times best

to blend in with trvecloud skies

elven wizard selfie style,

reflection of ego in

camper studio window

refinement of chemicals

more important than human

right to exist in *our* world