There Are A Lot Worse Things Than Being Lonely |
I want to feel the pressure of fingertipsdelicately wandering across the skinon my stomach, and my stomach willretract inside itself at the barely-there brush of your long skinny fingers.
Maybe I...
Posted by Chuckowski on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 11:44:00 PST |
Posted Specifically for Kyle |
You were not my only one. There were others like youin their yellow teeth, rotten,and disdain and sweat above thierupper lips, chewed on and chappedby nervous energy and bullshitdrugs that found ...
Posted by Chuckowski on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 10:27:00 PST |
French Music and Musing on Something Significant to Someone Other Than Myself. |
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I listen to French womenwith small voices sing beautifullytoo many words that I amhappy to not understand.Something tells me it'sanother love song, like most songs tend to be,but I can always ...
Posted by Chuckowski on Fri, 07 Mar 2008 11:41:00 PST |
This Is Me Giving Up. |
Lying in potholes aftersix days of rain and shitfalling from the sky,this is me crumblingand corroding.I have even less dignitythan I did yesterdayafter being paradednaked in front of mypeers and the ...
Posted by Chuckowski on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 10:35:00 PST |
I’ll Make Something of Myself Tomorrow. |
My toes are cold, and my ankles are too tiny to stand on for more than an houror two. I told you I'd get a real job soon,but I really don't want to get back onmy feet again. I mean it figuratively and...
Posted by Chuckowski on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 07:15:00 PST |
God’s Unforgiving Song |
I heard God singing at 4 AM on Sundayas sweat collected on my collar bone,and everything felt like make believeright before I fell asleep in the floorbeneath blue Christmas lights that hung ...
Posted by Chuckowski on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 08:13:00 PST |
I Want to Fuck America. |
I want to fuck America.I want to fuck Americasafely, so that the minoritiescan't taint me, and I wanthim to be there, watchingwith a sketchbook, taking note of the curveof my calf muscles andthe scars...
Posted by Chuckowski on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 08:05:00 PST |
Dead Hair Was Everywhere. |
I cut your hair with dull scissors outsideas we sat on your porch steps, talking and contemplating,you sitting in front of me still and smiling with your shirt off and your pale shoulders showing, and...
Posted by Chuckowski on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 04:09:00 PST |
"City Lights" |
You sat therewatchful beside mein your unbrushed, ginger-blonde hair,high up on a hilltopabove and away frombuzzing streetlights and forgottenalarm clocks on nightstands,high up on a lonely hilltopco...
Posted by Chuckowski on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 04:24:00 PST |
Glory-less Days Have Turned Into Sour Nights |
I come here every day for the most part, and I never have more than about ten or fifteen dollars in my meager pocket. The bartender James knows myfirst, middle, last name and about every Goddamn...
Posted by Chuckowski on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 04:20:00 PST |
