Dreams of Diogenes
Burn the currency
tear off these robes
I’ll piss and shit wherever I please
I’ll sleep amongst the dogs and we will howl
may we wake you
may we frighten you
You, in your silk bedding
I’ll roam the wilds and bathe in the sea
I'll make love beneath forgotten constellations
And when the earth drinks of my blood
as animals tear at my flesh
you will see the white of my smile
and maybe, finally
you people will see
another path…
A Palahniuk Type Enlightenment
I love myself
so
I drowned my Ego
now i am awareness
(…forgive me dear reader
Mars heavily rules my chart…)
Townes Van Zandt at the Smith-Corona Saloon
Let me speak
words that pickle marrow
feel
flesh salt and cure
Mitchell Biggs
Mitchell Biggs is a writer based out of the Skagit Valley in Washington State. Growing up near the Salish Sea, he found his creative muses in the natural world, in the DIY music scene and in endless stacks of thrifted paperbacks. His poetry has been featured in Writer’s Hour Magazine, Dissident Voice, 50-Word Stories and A Sufferer’s Digest with a forthcoming appearance in Headstone Zine vol. 1 from Sserp Press. Find him at mitchellbiggs.blogspot.com