[love too write twitter renga, one tanka at a time,
at my @_raven_mack_ twit acct]
in the junkyard, next to cars,
rusting back to earth
love too breathe that red clay mud,
returning from where I came
love too be archived
in ash, like an old box of
faded photographs
love too be scattered next to
that sixty-ninth mile marker
love too feel constant
exhaustion, without the time
or space for shelter
love too squander energy
in support of other's dreams
love too be doomed, though
deny inevitable
on daily basis
love too flatfoot through psychic
minefields, grinning like possum
love too cast prayers
made of poor english words out
into cyber void
love too pretend art will save
me, and that dreams get realized
love too be alone,
lonely, longing, old and grey,
broke and undesired
love too be tricked into some
conventional bitch thinking
love too see people
transform into normalcy,
but be mad at me
love too feel marginalized
while being judged as the cause
love too pretend this
is living as death keeps on
creeping in on me
love too pretend all this "work"
is better than getting high
love too cuddle up
in quilted opioid fog
on living room couch
love too be numb to the pain,
love too treat symptons not source
love too pray to gods
which stopped listening, sitting
at river temple
love too imagine where those
rippling rapids might take me
love too get lost deep
down digital rabbit holes;
sleep is for the dead
love too blow dirt mist at the
shinefaces faking their ways
love too sell the angle,
love too cut promos looking
at first light mirror
love too eat mythologies
of freedom and realized dreams
love too have children
in constant crisis, running
out of hours of leave
love too balance family
amidst capitalism
love too pretend I'm
making a living, not just
losing grip of hope
love too drop my kids off at
dream-crushing schools before work
love too tell children
"wish I could make it better"
as if we had choice
love too have too choose working
over loving and caring
love too have people
blow up at me because they
project their own shit
love too have suicidal
children and social workers
love too have to block
the basement apartment door
while people freak out
love too be unsupported,
yet somehow still strong as fuck
love too share more than
I should so that strangers can
consume misery
love too feel strongly alone
while surrounded by so much
love too wish there was
happy ending, but there's not;
more stanzas 'til death
love to text "ok" despite all
previous experience
love too disappear
into plain sight, people be
like "where'd Raven go?"
love too take internet back
roads, avoiding interstates
love too be obscure,
anonymous, unnoticed,
operating wild
love too walk ten miles at night
in lime green basketball shorts
love too love to much,
finding beauty in every
broken ass human
love too enjoy dopamine
and serotonin rushes
love too imagine
mutual attraction with
someone I don't know
random train rides creating
a new life's sidetrack tendrils
love too have my needs
ignored by those closest to
me (supposedly)
love to make legal mistakes
in terms of relationships
love too be somewhat
consistent secondary
concern for someone
love too be separated
from self-centered thought patterns
love too not give a
fuck any more; love too stop
putting others first
(which is not to say "don't care"
but to say I deserve good)
love too be Raven
Mack - a good motherfucker
with heart full of truth
twin dimples of positive
thought, and blackberry bush beard
love too inshallah
another day; thankful to still
be alive (I guess)
got cursed genetics but blessed
electromagnetic flows
love too be seen as
piece of the problem, like I’m
perpetuating
I’ll be here to help tear all
this shit apart, if you want
this country hasn’t
ever given half a fuck
about me (or mine)
y’all wanna dismantle it?
more down than y’all even know
but if y’all trying
to re-create that same shit?
fuck it then, I’ll pass
this United States model
is done, no room for repair
fresh coat of blue paint
can’t hide rotten foundation
which is now exposed
burn it down now, or wait for
it to fall in on us all
I’m good either way;
life spent in the shadows shows
one how to survive
semi-autonomous zones
as America declines
love too disappear
from American myths
of being special
can’t settle for this empire,
won’t settle for this empire
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