• ebooKs n print booKs by bj draKe,  poetry

    bun . K . o : print / Kindle out NOW : FREE on Kindle ( limit / d time )

    31 pages , 11 poems n original artworK ( print edition ) FREE ( reg . $ 3 . 29 ) ( Kindle ) ( limit / d time ) or $ 9 . 89 ( print ) . … no wonder artists are broKe . winK – winK .   poems include nothing in stuff we trust teenage ennui folly cannonball day laborers slug dead celebrities what ‘ s left wandering woods tomorrow   bun . Ko is part one ( of five ) in bj draKe ‘ s ” grunge poetry collection “  part two : ref . u . tation part three : . her .  part…

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    mimicry

    hands balance my head as shadows stretch in the light then retreat behind my wall of me . hidden from view . empty room where the truth is spoken , but never leaves . groans escape me muting unripe ideas . Keep them mumbled . let them grow . first impressions fade to the last w/ only one chance . electric zizz penetrates through the tirelessly nurtured noiselessness , mucKing my foundation ; I sinK . stolen words scream  for my attention ; but are those words mine ? regurgitated thievery that is forever imitating all that’s been recycled, before . inspiration whisper / d in a voice not my…

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    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 buoyant soul now liberated sanctimoniously purged of sin purity absorb/d in mucosa to rejuvenate atrophy/d holy triad the decay of autumn dry/d by a hungry winter hidden in the deaden/d n hollow/d void bloody n froze consume for survival ; preordain/d awaKen/d fry/d  n flaKing sKin baKed on stony tabernacle soul stain/d w / smoKy blur , blind/d n slip descend/d slide on belly rubbing loose the old sKin that holds sin shedding . follow n liKe…

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    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 diabetes of the THIRD i. follow n liKe bj draKe

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    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 of foolishly wandered eyes, an unarmed watcher, guardian of a connection lost once it is bombarded with stupefacient stimuli until it is brimming w/an uproar of nothingness and defeat’d, replete, familiarly relax’d, comfort’d in routine, lethargic, sunK’n into a couch conformed to the pathetic blobby vessel, held up on the bony shoulders of devilish brethren, who cackle w/the live (?) studio audience as the flame of your i is blown out. blinK’d. follow n liKe bj draKe

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    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 entertain us epileptic ricKety stool blacKout nembutal, remington model 11 smith and wesson 645, seconal second-hand advice for insomniac polluted celebrities needn’t use loose powder raw impure feral upset status quo cul-de-sac boredom awaKe terrorized disquieted dwellings tv rerun protégés follow n liKe bj draKe

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    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 has no time for imagination mastery of amnesic repetition is profitable proper worK flow is poetic on a green-chain nirvana in mundane mill-worK mindlessness pump petroleum polluting any vision of tomorrow the buzz of the worKer bee satisfies the queen tithe wage n divide taxes nicKels to downtrodden drunKs n druggies n inattentive moms w/false-pride entitled n exaggerated self-image won’t wear a uniform name-tag; born deserved generational ‘ting. follow n liKe bj draKe

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    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 n gossip that confuse the silence . the day’s blah-blah-blah . sport statistics , the weather , tv commercials . acKnowledge these distractions n let them go ; quicK taste of a silent mind . until silence is broken . more mundane confrontations / conversations of real / perceived images that attacK / validate your nine-to-five ego n question your self-worth . acKnowledge these distractions n let them go ; silence is lengthen/d as you go deeper…

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