Coal Train Charles

Drifter.

What to do with the open air
But fall deep into the breeze
And eat exileration
Feed my imagination
As I fall farther from the tree

Absence

Admitting in this transmission
My feelings
These morbid, curdled, festering, swollen emotions
That I rattle off like bullets into the night sky
My stomach is empty
Void of fulfillment
Of sustanence
Of meaning
And I am in limbo
Patiently awaiting my turn in rotation
Calmly collected
In traffic
In basements
In convenient stores
In company of hungry strangers
All searching for something
Equally unattainable
This is not about sex
This is not about revenge
This is not revolt
Or a cure for boredom
This is a about a loss
Or perhaps more accurately an absence
Or maybe more optimistically, vacancy
In this inner space is an endless vacuum
And eagerly, and impatiently, i am waiting
For it to suck me in
Like a black hole
So I can indulge
In the presence of absence
And with out law or logic experience heaven

touching thoughts

I went looking for porn
And I found poetry
My mind was fucked
With information
In search of fornication
I hope one day
My words can touch some one
And bring them to utter extacy
The way mine was tonight

A starving artist only starves because they are hungry.

Cashing in

a record breaking broken record
it skips through replayed days
in the merriest of ways
looped with canned laughter
eternal flame flickering
into the inferno of happily ever after
we never seem to sweat
despite the bright lights and hot heat
of utter despondence and calm defeat
cashing in our poker chips
when we reach the checkered flag
only 500 more laps
then i’ll fill my empty bag
with what I thought was victory
disclosed casually as dignity
now I see  the tricks on me
time is backed by meaning
not money
 

back to school

coughing up something awful
as black as coffee
now that its done
I can move on
back on my feet
now that I can breath
I guess that I can eat
ingesting new suggestions
answering questions with questions
i’ll learn it all again
finally i’m free
to know nothing

back to school

coughing up
something aweful
as black as coffee
back on my feet
now that I can breath
I guess that I can eat
ingesting new suggestions
answering questions
with questions
I am free
to know nothing

empty room

Today feels like a funeral
the way some one’s presence
leaves you in your favorite room
for the last time
everything all depraved of color

your soundtrack is dressed
in the coldest silence
and nothing moves
like its supposed to
or like it used to

You can’t stop
silent motion pictures
from echoing through your daydreams
and you can’t stop staring
at that smile
that you know you’ll never see again

lost philosophy

every island I meet

cast me farther into despair

so many houses and nobody there

hopeless as a rope less well

into dream

I slowly fell

I feel this uncertainty

turning internally

no answer can save me

until I know what I ask for