red smear
by the road
an empty
boot
stands alone
the woods
bear
new fruit
So outlaw poetry owes a huge debt to Bukowski and Todd Moore. The guys that made every word count, spitting bullets. I’ve always loved Buk and when I found out about Moore, I was like WTF. This is it. In 2004, Moore and poet/musician Tony Moffeit dubbed it Outlaw – a way of life, revolutionary, innovative, dangerous poetry. A follow your own path BURNING independent self discovery trip all about endless creativity and ‘living inside the poem’. Both Buk and TM taught me that poetry is dangerous.
What I’m found here is using the Haiku 17 syllable structure to frame these ‘blood letters’ – inspired by the seminal true crime series from 1975. I found a new old copy online for research and ‘riting.
Outlaw Poetry 