N0 M0R3 F00TST3PS 0N VPST41RS...

no more footsteps on upstairs

floorboards, windowpanes which once

had eyeballs now missing glass

N4TVR3'S B3Z3LS 0F W1SD0M...

nature's bezels of wisdom

carved without too much brain thought

injecting false importance

D3PR3SS10N FR0M L4CK1NG SP4C3...

depression from lacking space

or place or loyal faces;

know my true living wingspan

ST4CKS 0F L1BR4RY B00KS SQV33Z3D...

stacks of library books squeezed

sideways into living room

shelf, at the top, overdue

S34RCH1NG F0R 4FF0RD4BL3...

searching for affordable

housing in a progressive

city full of old money

0BS3RV4T10N4L L0VNG1NG...

observational lounging

upon bargain hotel room

balcony, watching buzzed world

SVND4Y M0RN1NG C0VNTRY B4CK...

Sunday morning country back

road fogged the fuck out; stone cold

sober brain seeing clearly

freestyle sonnet #101: A SONNET ENDORSING METAPHYSIC CLASS WAR

lesser of two evils sequel after sequel 
diminishing returns, as the world (crashes) burns 
fossilized remnants, civilized life inequal 
in quality, the rich kids not sharing turns 

with the rest of us, the wretched of us earth folk 
falsely awake to woke marketing angles from 
obtuse directions, choking on digital smoke 
screens, unscrolling intelligence that's hella dumb 

trusting data metrics DNA to devils 
calculating how to skim blood from stoned souls lost 
in techno (ill) logical fog without bezels 
of wisdom to help guide, suffering from exhaust 

because squeezed until can't breathe, then squeezed a bit more 
a sonnet endorsing metaphysic class war 

4B4ND0N3D F4RMH0VS3 W1TH 0LD

abandoned farmhouse with old

wood actual two by four

skeleton frame, left to rot

F1V3 HVNDR3D D0LL4R C4RS W1TH...

five hundred dollar cars with

three hundred thousand miles, still

pushing it around the clock

C0NDVCT1V3 W1R3S 0VTL1N1NG...

conductive wires outlining

metaphysical gridlock

every developed mile

4LL TH3S3 C1ND3RBL0CKS ST4CK3D F0R...

all these cinderblocks stacked for

maximum effect against

the very sun which guides us

L34V1NG B3H1ND 4 PL4C3 TH4T'S...

leaving behind a place that's

been home more years of my life

than any other; so long

1NDVSTR14L STRVCTVR3S TW0...

industrial structures two
blocks from the river do not
gentrify as easily

C0NT3MPL4T3D R1MS W1TH T4X...

contemplated rims with tax

refund before taxes got

did; turns out I owed money

W41T1NG F0R TH1S C0SM1C SH1FT...

waiting for this cosmic shift

people keep assuring me

is right about to happen

C4RB0N-B4S3D L1F3 F0RMS N3VR0NS...

carbon-based life form neurons

triggering strange creations

which never become undone

C0TT0N B4LL W3T SN0W CLVST3RS...

cotton ball wet snow clusters

on out of control fennel

just outside kitchen window

R34D1NG R3D P1N3 TR4NSL4T10NS...

reading Red Pine translations

of Chinese hermit poets

on back seat of Greyhound bus

KN0CK 0N B4CK S3CVR1TY...

knock on back security

door with your fist not knuckles,

making satisfying thump

P4TT3RNS 0F 1NDVSTR14L...

patterns of industrial

science accidentally

creating some supreme maths

Rojonekku Haiku Basho explanation of how they work

UPCOMING BASHO:
May 9 - Charlottesville VA at Firefly FB EVENT PAGE

TH3Y ST4Y BV1LD1NG PL4C3S T0...

they stay building places to

live people like me never

could afford; no profit to us

34T1N PVSSY K1CK1N 4SS...

"eatin pussy kickin ass"

graffiti in Pea Island

Wildlife Refuge bathroom stall

4NC13NT J4P4N3S3 W00DCVT...

ancient japanese woodcut

of stolen milk crate in snow,

thirteenth century, dirtgod

F1ND MY P34C3 W1TH M4NM4D3 W0RLD...

find my peace with manmade world

far easier underneath

pastoral wisdom of trees

CH1LDR3N 4R3 R3S1L13NT...

"children are resilient"

is what grown folks say when they

can't do shit to help children

25-Man Metaphysical Roster: Burnley F.C.

[Lego Turf Moor]

[25-Man Metaphysical Roster is a football dork methodology meant to establish a listing of players who have been most active for English Premier League teams in their past 100 non-friendly matches. Essentially, it is calculated by minutes played, but weighted towards most recent games. The end result is a listing of the 25 players in a team’s recent history who have had the largest hand on their metaphysical sporting trajectory. The English Premier League was chosen because it is the highest level of football played in an English speaking country, and I speak English. Also, it is what comes on TV here in the USA, where I fucking live. And yet still I should clarify I hate English, and also America. Thus maybe I hate myself. Should I not fail in maintaining my unpaid deadline, a new 25-Man Metaphysical Roster will appear on the 1st and 15th of every month.]

I don’t really know how to feel about Burnley, but they remain a club in the EPL, firmly so actually. Weirdly, though nobody knows them in America, they are the top team not in the Big 6, and actually threatening to take that number 6 spot, which would be great, because fuck the Big 6 Clubs. No blurbs.

#1: Ben Mee (up from #3 last time Burnley was 25-Manned on 15-Jun-2017)

#2: Stephen Ward (up from #5 last time)

#3: Jeff Hendrick (up from #11 last time)

#4: Matthew Lowton (up from #6 last time)

#5: Ashley Barnes (up from #12 last time)

#6: Nick Pope (up from #25 last time)

#7: Jack Cork (previously #12 for Swansea City on 15-Jan-2018)

#8: Johann Gudmundsson (up from #17 last time)

#9: James Tarkowski (up from #16 last time)

#10: Scott Arfield (down from #8 last time)

#11: Steven Defour (up from #15 last time)

#12: Sam Vokes (down from #9 last time)

#13: Tom Heaton (down from #2 last time)

#14: Michael Keane (down from #1 last time)

#15: George Boyd (down from #4 last time)

#16: Robbie Brady (up from #19 last time)

#17: Kevin Long (up from #24 last time)

#18: Andre Gray (down from #7 last time, also previously #16 for Watford on 01-Mar-2018)

#19: Ashley Westwood (up from #20 last time)

#20: Chris Wood

#21: Phil Bardsley (previously #16 for Stoke City on 01-Jul-2017)

#22: Charlie Taylor

#23: Joey Barton (down from #10 last time)

#24: Aaron Lennon (previously #15 for Everton on 15-Aug-2017)

#25: Dean Marney (down from #13 last time)

P4SS1NG THR0VGH C0LVMB14...

passing through Columbia

around midnight - town shut down

but people still on porches

MY 1LL3G1T1M4T3 4RTZ...

my illegitimate artz

will return unto Earth, if

lucky, and I done 'em right

M3CH4N1C4L FL1GHT B3TW33N...

mechanical flight between

two points has always felt like

epidural of travel

RIVER ELVEN CYCLE OF 69 SONNETS SERIES: NUMBER TWO

FREELY FROM COLONIAL MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, 
NATION KNOWN AS MONACAN HAD BEEN EXISTING 
FOR MANY NEW MOONS, BUT THEN SETTLERS ARRIVED THERE 
AND STOMPED THE OLD WAYS INTO OPPRESSION, TWISTING 

A CONTINENT'S STORY INTO DEMOCRACY 
MYTH. BUT EVEN THAT SIMPLE BINARY GOOD/BAD 
DICHOTOMY IS BUILT UPON HYPOCRISY 
BECAUSE PRESENT AMIDST "NEW" WORLD SETTLERS GONE MAD 

WITH GREED AND INDIGENOUS PEEPS FORCED TOWARDS SUNSET 
WAS PIEDMONT WOODSLAND ELVEN CONGREGATIONS TUCKED 
LIKE MUSHROOMS INTO UNDERBRUSH, FERTILE SOIL WET 
WITH RIVER VEIN LIFE FORCE STILL PRIMORDIALLY MUCKED 

ENOUGH TO SUPPORT LIVES BUILT WITH MAGIC IN HEARTS... 
WITH THESE UNREAL PEOPLE IS WHERE OUR STORY STARTS.

TH3Y R41S3D 4 TH1RTY F00T BY...

they raised a thirty foot by

fifty foot confederate

flag nearby; we should burn it

RIVER ELVEN CYCLE OF 69 SONNETS SERIES: NUMBER ONE

WHILE WANDERING THE RIVER NAMED JAMES BY NEW WHITES 
BUT KNOWN AS POWHATAN BEFORE, ALONG RAILROAD 
TRACKS WHICH COAL CARS ROLL THROUGH UPON, FOLLOWING LIGHTS 
UNEXPLAINABLE ON RIVER ISLANDS WHICH GLOWED 

AT NIGHTS, I STUMBLED UPON (DID NOT "DISCOVER") 
WELL-CONCEALED VILLAGE OF TINY MAGICAL FOLK, 
MAYBE ELVES MAYBE GNOMES, WHO KNOWS? BEING LOVER 
OF EPIC MYTHOLOGIES, I SHALL NOW INVOKE 

RHYMING SONNETS TO TELL THE TALE (WITH PERMISSION) 
OF THESE WILD PEOPLE MOSTLY UKNOWN TO ALL Y'ALL, 
WHO HAVE GIVEN ME MUCH, UNDER ONE CONDITION 
YOU (READER) KNOW THIS STORY IS NOT MINE AT ALL, 

BUT ONE WHICH, IN THESE PEOPLE'S SPIRIT, I SHALL SHARE 
FREELY FROM COLONIAL MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. 

R3CT4NGVL4R BL0CKS BV1LD1NG...

rectangular blocks building

rectangular buildings left

to mold as progress passed on

M4N'S M1ND F0CVS3D 4T B1Z4RR3...

man's mind focused at bizarre

angle where no natural

sliver left on horizon

S3XV4L FRVSTR4T10N N0T...

sexual frustration not

to mention strong feelings of

inadequacy because...

4M3R1C4'S L4ST DY1NG...

America's last dying

gasps of empire caving in

on itself, into rubble

T3N M1L3 W4LK THR0VGH 0FF-S34S0N...

ten mile walk through off-season

night of beach town; remember -

no off-seasons in the wild

0N3 M4N'S TR4SH 1N 4N0TH3R...

one man's trash in another

man's treasure palace of pure

unfiltered dark decadence

R4GG3D M1N1V4N SVRV1V3D...

ragged minivan survived

another winter, but feels

like driving a roller skate

N3V3R F0RG3T B0Y GR33N W4S...

never forget Boy Green was

spared suffering this surface

Earth full of fake ass humans

TW0 D3C4D3S 0F M3M0R13S...

two decades of memories

quickly blurred by present day's

(daze) dark immediacy

F0LKS WH0 TH1NK TH3Y KN0W WH4T'S VP...

folks who think they know what's up

tend to over-harvest ghost

pipe, so I never snitch spots

3CL1PS3S 4ND S0LST1C3S...

eclipses and solstices

and equinoxes and full

moons and fool ass man below

34RLY SPR1NG WH3N TR33S 4R3 ST1LL...

early spring when trees are still

naked but backlit by bright

blue skies with puffy white clouds

SH1TH0L3 T0WN 1 GR3W VP 1N'S...

shithole town I grew up in's

left behind railroad tracks now

gentrified gravel bike path

L3TT1NG 0TH3R F0LKS F1X MY...

letting other folks fix my

fucked up house far easier

now that it ain't really mine

M3SM3R1Z3D BY TH3 N30N...

mesmerized by the neon,

Raven sits in parking lot,

staring at rims, but he broke

twitter renga #0318

[twitter renga done one tanka at a time

at my @rojonekku twit acct, monthly] 

failure demons spring
forth from dysfunctional mind
steeped in hopelessness

sown seeds decades, still no fruit;
perhaps my path is poison

the horizon keeps
moving further and further
away; and I'm tired

"sleep is the cousin of death"
cursive letter chest tattoo

futile swiping right
on dating apps for cursive
letter chest tattoos

love women who's making poor
choices at lifetime level

"only god can judge
me" - not even then though, we're
both consensual

priceline express deal hotel
room smelling like feral love

rental car smelling
like fried chicken gizzards from
random country store

contemplating bad tattoos
together - a crow dragon

ended up getting
"CURSIVE WRITING" but done in
old English letters

on my neck line from behind,
can be covered by collar

she got "OLDE ENGLISH"
in cursive writing tattooed
on fleshy left breast

obviously, I'm in love;
guess we'll drive further westward

wild and wonderful
promise of deep southern West
Virginia awaits

let us disappear, and build
fresh chaos, elsewhere, for now

responsible life
has death grip around my throat...
struggling, but choking

the right thing is a shackle
which keeps me in line, like corn

psychic slavery
born from meritocracy
myths sown early on

justice remains a social
construct, never seen in wild

social bankruptcy - 
I declare myself free from
these devils with fire

the smell of burning bridges
makes my dick hard to this day

perhaps not enough
burned bridges to be honest; 
bitches closing in

sulfur keeps fake asses at
psychic arm's length, maybe more

most people fake as
fuck, selfish, yet personal
brand as most righteous

fuck y'all fake motherfuckers
FUCK Y'ALL FAKE MOTHERFUCKERS

no love for dirtgod - 
my natural shine given
nothing but skidmarks

folks who think the world's gone to
shit must be new to losing

laid in hotel room
half the day, afraid to leave,
afraid to still live

went for walk tonight - so much
wealth... where does it all come from?

they've enslaved palm trees
down here, forced into single
file between wide lanes

the grass manicured tightly
as proud cop's shitty haircut

back home, they've enslaved
spirit, planting wild dirtgod
in cubicle bed

or perhaps cubicle grave...
"work sets you free" it's been said

Monday afternoon
just before 2 - first thoughts of
"my job sucks" this week

no progress to be made, just
looping through same old circles

meetings to discuss
meetings where we'll finally
decide what to do

decisions tabled for now
'til further meetings are held

working within this
immense bureaucracy like
building sandcastles

artistic purpose ignored
for "being responsible"

fuck all your fake ass
responsibility fears - 
it's a goddamned lie

my dumb ass gonna be dead
one day, wasted most my life

send psilocybin, 
fat asses in stretch pants, tape
decks banging that Screw

send sunshine and bad tattoos,
please send the Power of Lounge

warm day with promise
of spring, promise of rebirth,
promise of real lounge

this life I'm in feels like trap,
gamecock confined to a cage

domesticated
beyond the abilities
of my genetics

too feral for sitting still,
too wild to not burn bridges

sitting in sedan
air freshener crisp, but hands
smell like gasoline

open the sunroof and let
all fucks given blow away

ya boy the dirtgod
tired of a lotta people's
bullshit fake ass ways

surrounded by these human
facades, pretending they real

the algorithm
ignores "real recognize real"
self-meditations

people think algorithms
are as real as rain today

within limited
scope of this electronic
power gridlock? sure

but there's a much larger world
where data metrics don't help

I'm not no fucking
machine; I'm not no fucking
computer either

perfectly imperfect man,
stumbling through shit existence