at my @rojonekku twit acct, monthly]
wonder "is this real?"
all too often lately; life's
a strange clusterfuck
continue the fuck forward,
without an ultimate point
no purpose to life -
that's not nihilist's cop-out,
but life's still simple
it's not a game to be won;
there's no movie-like ending
each day is a chance
to either let life straddle
your face pleasantly
or squeeze your heart with tension;
I shoot for serotonin
too poor for hobbies
other than writing nonsense
and also fucking
both boost positive chemflows
into internal jihad
more poetry should
be for the broken and bruised,
less for the bricked in
embossed masters of fine art
delude themselves for most part
give me poetry
written by dirtbags hiding
out in bathroom stalls
give me poetry written
while riding the bus nowhere
give me poetry
grounded in taking each step
with actual feet
feeling each crack in sidewalks
never seen from above clouds
I walk to work now,
when motivated; riding
the bus when I'm not
sharing space with parolees,
homeless, crows, life's slow rollers
I'd disappear if
I could afford to, stealing
moments back from work
embezzling minutes for self
I owe system by design
could you miss a day
of work, without pay, and still
survive? week? month? year?
look forward to retiring,
six feet down, back into Earth
"thank god it's Friday!"
except there is no Friday,
just more part-time work
stitching multiple paychecks
into insecurity
"save more and spend less"
assumes level of income
without discretion
"float a check for groceries" -
computers killed my #protip
like my bio says:
Raven Mack is forever
doomed to be zero
my math: zero times zero
times zero equals zero
my math always fails;
by payday, always full of
negativity
insufficient funds, also
insufficient hope - fuck it
my emptiness full,
my foolishness reckless yet
refined, slowed by years
crank bumps distant memory,
I wake up already tired
don't wanna be young
again - value the knowledge
all these scars gave me
life's a maze - if you get stuck,
fuck it, shortcut underground
disappearance should
never be removed from list
of real life options
the maze is complicated
by design - do not get trapped
easier said than
done - responsibilities
chains accumulate
you'll find yourself weighed down by
the untenable mundane
not much actual
life left to this concept of
"making a living"
though I may die, can't wait for
this trick system to collapse
freedom is just an
other word for marketing
slow death to dumb marks
wave our little meaningless
flags madly at each other
nationalism -
cartographer's science gone
horribly astray
yet I love Blue Ridge mountains -
skinny thicc and succulent
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