• poetry

    natural born sinners

    carnivorous lust of succulently weaK n luscious flesh marinated w / cloves forbs n grass basting in the intestine’s gastric juices , bubble n boil , decay n caramelize the misty moisture a…

  • prose

    blacK mirror/d

    the junKy’s dorito greased fingertips slid thru Instagram n he splutter/d “ at least it’s not heroine . ” I destruct/d FacebooK long ago . my addiction simply cracK/d it’s necK n found…

  • poetry

    i

    two eyes ogle at the glinting of a candyfloss/d wonderland, transfix/d with ersatz trinKets n manifestations, blips n blinKs of conspicuous nothingness, impertinent inter- ruptions melting sweet sugary snowflaKes hung on eyelids like…

  • poetry

    blinK/d

    from higher frequencies borderless vibrations, away from THE third observer, who never judges whose bacK is turn’d towards an artificial trompe l’oeil, a taciturn gate-keeper, who, dress’d in rags, perches amid the pair…

  • blog

    End.

    A chapter has ended in my life and I couldn’t be more thrilled. Nervous? Slightly, but that’s because I saw the murky light at the end of the corporate middle-management tunnel and there…

  • poetry

    dead celebrities

    idols naively revered adorn bacchic rituals with enlighten/d vomit wither/d weedy worshiping junK jack daniels lobotomy unhinge shame, freely dance you drunken fool we are here, now satiate our egos sedate our voids…

  • prose

    deflated

    the recess bell clang/d n the hallways flood/d w/sneaKers n bacKpacKs n granola bar wrappers, exit doors batter/d n bulged n burst thru, “the levy’s fail/d,” grunts, pufferfish n butterfly fish meander/d thru…

  • poetry

    laborer’s maladies

    labor (lā′bər) : n. a refused n outdated worK model actively being replaced with technology by men without callused palms vowing to program away the imagined turmoil of honest, hard-worKing sweat worKing man…

  • poetry

    vapassana

    sit ; cross your legs , open your palms , close your eyes n be quiet . w / o hesitation , in whirl the conscious layers of daily thoughts , radio chatter…

  • prose

    the voice

    from a faint whisper grew a harden/d n hateful voice that crawl/d from the back of my head n squatted at the forefront of my mind n there he has rest/d since the…

  • prose

    perfectionism

    * disclaimer *  due to personal failure / inability , this blog post has been automatically deleted by pre-enabled plug-ins that filter out all material that doesn’t meet the exaggerated standards set by…

  • blog

    faKe news

    ( trigger warnings : most of them ) ( disclaimer: on November 8th 2016 i suffer/d a traumatic brain injury , n that’s not my jab at trump’s victory that same day .  i…

  • blog

    welcum to bj draKe

    I’m an introvert and I need my alone time. But, I’m also a father, now. So, it becomes selfish if I’m running away to my office every evening to be by myself. Especially…