poetry is spread everywhere at the bar an impromptu reading begins we scrawl shit on napkins we’re there to snakeskin shed our days get more drunk and the poems more ridiculous in hindsight it’s slightly making me flushed in the face like the tequilla the event is only 1% poetry since all the rest is…… Continue reading Untitled
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.
another storm
storm with a manish face girly hands the longest legs made into lightning bolts enter like a needle… then out like a plow how ya like me now the storm rolls on south down to the ocean to eat more fast food and feel bad about itself
shack note
race against the fire need privacy the notion of privacy secluded shack notes I read those on Bradshaw but the master fell a great fall judge the tree by its health earth is turned into a rightsideup hell and they go “where is He?”
summer spell
The window eyeball Fern step one foot forward return the backlash smell of shampoo hair is a summer spell a time to go wait in patience and grow get a grip turpentine in the tear duct truth on a tongue tip invisible listening smile motherfuckas try ta bite my style but you’ll have to go…… Continue reading summer spell
Living With Asthma
I am a asthma sufferer. It lives within me. The ghost comes with a wheezing, constricts my breath inopportunely at a random odd hour of the night while I am sleeping, does its damage. And so while I drag myself out of bed, its pain brings me to a threshold barely able to think of…… Continue reading Living With Asthma
35th Year
waking up from a much needed hefty nap grateful but in that sort of torn up yet thoughtful haze that usually comes with it— today someone reminded me it was the last day of my Birthday month which I think went pretty well even the last week or so, the mellow part, served its purpose…… Continue reading 35th Year
PUT YOUR GUN DOWN
cars motorcycles busses trucks scooters mopeds ladybugs ducks owls put your gun down newspapers pots plots kabobs logos barbed wire photos ended plots put your gun down hell heaven earth mars casinos roller rinks think tanks battlefields whore houses TV show sets dimly lit rooms comfy bar stools exsanguination wheel chair ramps penguin costumes air…… Continue reading PUT YOUR GUN DOWN
Featured Poetry Reading
UNLOCKED, pigs hate to be called cops
that lady had so much work done on her face she’s hardly recognizable now—they use her for random drunk driving campaigns and this is what happens when you get behind the wheel after you smoked the weed in the glove compartment good luck with all that luck to you and your fervent weed smoking yes…… Continue reading UNLOCKED, pigs hate to be called cops
Downtime Part 2
Turns out my hard drive did crash and I have thus lost years of writing, including some incredible photos, and some of the newer poems in the works. (This is my fault for not having an organized backup system in place.) Not good timing, either, since I have a featured poetry reading coming up on…… Continue reading Downtime Part 2
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