i fill my life ( Read more... )

Jack and his broken heart were on the street corner one day.
Jack had 1/2 the needle in him and 1/2 the needle hanging out.
The street corner then called him like a pesky aunt.
The corner where he could say "This truly is home."

And who am I, and who are you
To say that Jack is wrong?

Jack lived in a high rise apartment.
Jack lived alone, sans his demons ( Read more... )

Like a spelunker ( Read more... )

Hard benches,
Chain smoking,
Swatting at moths.

Deep breathing,
Hands shaking,
No stars out tonight.

Cars lingering,
Crickets chirping,
Counting to 2,000 banana.

The thick, thick air,
Smelling of salt,
A fourth layer of skin.

No stars out tonight.
Not a single star.

xo Charles

(Origionally written Sept. 02, 2003, rewritten Aug. 08, 2006.)

These machines don't hear our cries,
Just their own two faced agendas,
And these billboards hang like hives,
Trying so hard to suspend us.
The city won it's efface,
To make the people small,
And now it offers solace,
As it watches you fall.

...And the beat stay beat
Down as the rich walk by.
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We ride life
Like the
    choppy    
            sea;

We cradle the
waves
As they
take us
Up
    and
down,
Up
    and
down,
    Down
     and
    Down

xo Charles

    I smashed about 300 of those things one day.
    Those symmetrical two piece molds older ladies use for  "Doing ceramics". I guess what they do is, "You clamp the molds shut and pour the paste through the opening on top here. Let it harden, take the halves apart and voila! A serene ceramic" whatever.
    So there were hundreds of these molds ( Read more... )

Let it have been to you at least a teaspoon of memory ( Read more... )

    I remember more
    books I've read then
    classes I've attended.

I remember more
        shits I've taken then
        poems I've written.

And more poems then lovers.

xo Charles 07/19/05

Sometimes
you
just
have
to
trudge
through
the
tiresome
little
implications
life
has
to
smear
across
your
innocent
canvas
in
order
to
get
to
that
deepest
most
long
forgotten
art.

xo Charles