$14 shots of whisky |
JEALOUSY
She sits like bad milk in my stomach,
some undercooked poultry and ulcers,
knotting up my intestines
burning my spleen with matches.
I buckle over clenching the girl
clench my gut.
&nb...
Posted by CHUNG WOW on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 02:41:00 PST |
Hay que aprovechar el tiempo. poems from colorado |
days like these could knock me over
when everything hits
and there's nothing left to hold.
Random Thought
I want nothing here.
On 4 track recording
4 tracks rock
way better than i
c...
Posted by CHUNG WOW on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 08:52:00 PST |
A childrens poem I wrote for my mom. |
she always complained that my poems were too dark.
Way, way up in that big blue sky
just a little above the clouds
and a bit below the moon
live all those sweet little angels
who are always bus...
Posted by CHUNG WOW on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 02:14:00 PST |
3 POEMS ABOUT A BLACK EYE |
1.Drained, mesome puss-filled eyeson a futon near a furnacewith phlegm, thick yellow sicklyphlegm in the morning, lyingagainst a bad shoulder2.i touch the scabtrailing my fingers acrossit, raised up f...
Posted by CHUNG WOW on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 03:32:00 PST |
Velasquez Painted Horses - Thanksgiving in Colorado |
L.Clying there listening ... to youdream on about your brothersand your mother moving to Vail, you lie here like a man with your right legpropped above your left. I touchyour fingers with my fingers f...
Posted by CHUNG WOW on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 03:23:00 PST |
BLACK EYED IN COLORADO |
RANDOM THOUGHTpeople just up and die.NARRATIVE OF THE BLACK EYEwe were drunk and I was insane and I crashed my head into the wallattempting a high kick as mild flirtation. I laughed with bloodrunning ...
Posted by CHUNG WOW on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 01:45:00 PST |
ID BE BETTER OFF IF I DIDNT THINK I WAS A WRITER |
I'D BE BETTER OFF IF I DIDN'T THINK I WAS A WRITERyou can't squeeze life from linesnot lines like these, theselifeless methodical lines. thesedead precise lines which i write.there's no life at all. b...
Posted by CHUNG WOW on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 09:09:00 PST |
THE END OF THE BLACK BOOK: SUMMER OF 2000 |
TELEMARKETINGstanding in the red rope deadpanoffice line windingtowards four desksbehind whichsat four large women w/ likely thighsand i avoided the othersawkwardlyMY GRANDMOTHER DISCOVERED I HAD BEEN...
Posted by CHUNG WOW on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 05:38:00 PST |
lost youth, gone walking |
SUMMER 2000, POEMS FROM.......breathe my sweettil clouds pass &thoughts forget...........although no man had before born seed, i borethe largest black rot pit ever seen. self-defeat.A GOOD DAYcrisp cl...
Posted by CHUNG WOW on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 01:48:00 PST |
July 2000, poems from. A little preoccupied with fantasy |
1st bookfinally, i have a book. a nice quaint homemade piece of me nicely bound in a cardboardcigarette carton and they all look so beautiful. each little one. small succint [like]tiny little thoughts...
Posted by CHUNG WOW on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 08:41:00 PST |
