Author: bgkarma

BGK is a revolutionary in the mind frame of intention with vibrational swim and entertainment snack to promote edutainment and self empowerment by use of multiple brains or servers to go next level.

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Ink Poison

winter couch neck crick heater fritz damn. morning growl shoulda grabbed cereal beforehand. cold as as a snowflake they fall and don’t stick on our town. melting novel figures disassembled by sunshine by pounding wind. frigid winter will power challenge. late night radioshow dedicated to writing with courage. lightning bold friend. life changes, boiled eggs.…… Continue reading Ink Poison

Delusions Of Famine

where you been?it’s been awhile we pittle with grammar pilesis it okay if I call you…call me what?no answerremoval certaintomato soup lingering ondrunk as skunk breathare you safe to be?you remind me ofa toy I once had as a childare you trying totell me I’m a child?think harddon’t sit still for too longdon’t feel you…… Continue reading Delusions Of Famine

A Line

cooling bright space of warm yellow canary 1960s driers at the spotcool words with me I’ve come this far along ya better think twice because I’m maybe only just a little nicer than you can beI’m the decider nowstingseach idea is a break away, a runaway hitthe beauty of an underground movement is its sincerity,…… Continue reading A Line

Turnabout by Bukowski

she drives into the parking lot while I am leaning up against the fender of my car. she’s drunk and her eyes are wet with tears: “you son of a bitch, you fucked me when you didn’t want to. you told me to keep phoning you, you told me to move closer into town, then…… Continue reading Turnabout by Bukowski

Not The Mat Shot

at what point can you not make it to the car? at what point can you not make it to the car, pragmatically? yes, this is a drunk poem at what point do you sigh and take the needle off the record ‘cuz all is getting carried away? the ice cubes are merged into a…… Continue reading Not The Mat Shot

Meters

there is a strangerin the alley down thereI can hear him coughso I can relate…he turns on a strangewhirring little radio and digs a shovel some then more radio…what the hell, I wonder. is he checking meters?what meters?it is Sunday and I’mtoo lazy to get up and see

Terrible

I’m in a terrible placeyou cancome stay with mein this terrible placeand you will wakeup on your first day spitting on its floor it will turn your stomachit will burn your friendsit will ruin what you bring with youit will spoil your foodit will rot your soul it will twist your wordsit will wound your…… Continue reading Terrible