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    labor (lā′bər) : n. a refused n outdated worK model actively being replaced with technology by men without callused palms vowing to program away the imagined turmoil of honest, hard-worKing sweat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

  • 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

    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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