• wise
    prose

    recompense

    my lower chaKras were balanced n buzz / d by binaural beats n psilocybin mushrooms when a stranger ‘ s voice gently remind / d me that ” the fleshly vessel can accomplish greatness only once it surrenders  ” n he shh / d his insight n explain / d no further as i melt / d into a Karnapidasana pose . three heavy hours later , w / my crown chaKra illuminated n unclutter / d , i limberly tip toed pass / d a mirror when that same voice – no longer strange – was jilt / d w / me for not pondering his riddle n so…

  • bored
    prose

    bored

    she stared out the window n mumbled how brave i had been for quitting my job . ” brave ? ” i asK / d w / my eyebrow cocK / d , ” you know i hated that job . “ ” yeah ” she replied w / a shrug liKe we ‘ re supposed to hate our job . ” that made it easy . “ ” well , ” her necK twisting to remonstrate w / me , ” i could never do that . “ ” quit something you hate ? “ ” i guess , ” she sigh / d . i tsK / d . ”…

  • 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 a fresh vain . i wiped instagram clean . it became a bored exercise of an arthritic thumb . n the advertisements made it less punK . i’m not quitting b/c i thinK the platform is involved in some grandiose conspiracy to manipulate n indoctrinate n distract the log/d on, but liKely they are . the reason to struggle thru withdrawal ; simple … we’re swiping away the minutes of life scanning sponsored content n curated peeKs…

  • 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 poky streams that puddled together to form festering mud pits. i saunter/d w/my soccer ball clutch/d closely n noticed Kids weren’t waiting for me the soccer ball, tossing ’round an ol’ pig sKin football instead, n they laugh/d at my “girls” ball n told me what to do to come join them. “no.” i trudged to the desolate tennis court n KicK/d the soccer ball flat. follow n liKe bj draKe

  • prose

    the voice

    from a faint whisper grew a harden/d n hateful voice that crawl/d from the bacK of my head n squat/d at the forefront of my mind n there he has rest/d since the inception of consciousness.  rent-free w / no chores . he squander/d his godliKe powers ; he couldn’t be bother/d n so i stay/d a lump of clay that slouch/d into itself . he was quiet , pretend/d to be dormant n sleep through my childhood . unconcern/d , he allow/d me to wander , naïvely thru the world that he hid from ; awaiting at home to criticise the adventure , later . he had fail/d in…

  • 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 bj draKe.  this blog post has violated pre-agreed upon terms of contract ( DELETE button has reached its usable limit – error code : 010 – 2742084 ) n will be terminated immediately . we apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused n time it may have wasted . sincerely , perfectionism . follow n liKe bj draKe

  • prose

    comfort . is . in . routine .

    you drove pass/d that warehouse every morning as mom drove you to school n now she drops you off there to worK . you wear a uniform n call it a career n no one is the wiser ? you’ve flush/d hope n potential down the same drain as vomit/d pabst blue ribbon n beef eater gin . the struggle of the artist has been replaced w / the suffocating stability of living cheque – to – cheque . just like dad said , ” comfort . is . in . routine . “   follow n liKe bj draKe

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