• 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 . ”…

  • 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…

  • poetry

    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…

  • 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 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…

  • 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 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…

Comodo SSL