Route 8 Routine Hate - Parachuting into the Post-Punk Poetry Planet. #786425

On this journey called life there will be many imperfections, bumps in the road and if you don’t hold on tight to the steering wheel you will find yourself hitting a very large tree that will make mincemeat out of your car, your well being and your loved ones.
Along the way you will encounter misfits and hypocrites, corrupt politicians and cracked up intellects, you will find these people in the most peculiar places as if they were actors reciting on the wrong stage in the wrong town.
The world would like you see all of its beauty and all of its beautiful people, admittingly hidden by filters and makeup , but in this collection the poet wants to take you on a journey into the dark corners of society, into the cracked corners of the mirror, deep into the murky water of doubt. He wants to show you the abandoned buildings you failed to notice standing next to the towns monument, he wants you to see the broken shards of glass in the children’s playground and the discarded needles in the park where the dogs play.
Most people paint a landscape in vivid colours, omitting the details, nobody wants to paint the charred remains of the burnt forest, the litter in the cornfields or the roads full of potholes , but this poet does just that, with his words he paints a morbid picture of everything he sees, for better or worse with a great attention to detail.
This is the road he has chosen Route 8 that leads into a world of routine hate an unfortunate by-product of an unexplainable world where war is praised and honesty is scorned upon. Welcome to the post-punk poetry planet, it’s not for the faint hearted I hope you survive the fall.