Her tune is a love song ripped on writ panties

Hey, Her you yen for, her in the by and by and in your words covet after her curves with a couple of weeks worth of mystical ankles. Los potential. Add there feet and feelers, a good book, matching moonlight and her hanging on a breath at the stop sign. For my dirty her yen stomata-like radio nourishment (my elixir); genuflect and intently ache at the aphrodisiac blisters. Her tune is a love song in exquisite flux transistor on tattered scanty scrawled:  come on(e), come all.

Chris Weige | Austin, TX. | Sagacity 08

Last Time Talk the World Change

…Into the frame full-bodied voice:

"I am always and now when the hourglass breaks ponder the questions, Eyes; Spawn poetry for sap-sticky ears and cicadas delightfully crying prior to night . Ponder the questions, Eyes; whose cries rain down the wooden halls? Be GIANT and blast off.  Don't bother picking any age gap - there are none. You probably already know that stand-up comic who works for Reynold’s & Miller; he used to be a great picture boxer but now he’s just a top barker. And you thought you had no life. Attacks, backlash, forced applause, innuendos, sexism, uncomfortable leering, re-runs, a show about a man jumping from roof to roof. …Contemptuous, pathetic diversions and roads to ruin; Bunch of diaper dope all you see; Basic anti-confidence game. Campaign slogans: “Status Quo. Wrong. Right. No.  Had an alcohol or a drug? Medicare/MedicAid/Social Security/Lower Taxes/ Education Reform/Pre-Script-ion Drugs, FREE.  SCHOOL.  LUNCHES. – kids and old people: Vote for Me.” …I decided to drop a few lines ‘cause every night is a Show Night Sho- ’Nuff. Do you wonder sometimes do you exist or might you have been de-clawed? Documents. A set: scheduled programming.  therefore a taming process. You are why is what they say – you or I precisely. The train ticket knows the way, however; its every foot and face and all the impossible intricacies of The Globe Theater. Paths, doorways, detours and other discoveries dared: A shaman seen ranting for the art of rhythmic Man. Thought thought thought timeless by the God. As ever the valiant comedian lives the Human Movie. Louder, the audience laughs and recalls. The poor marquee is awash, though the picture always pristine. I, too, can smell these salutes and eyewitness dolls; an oxygen job, the rents, energy pods, b batteries, fake cake and booty, Third-rate nightmare potions: O, sleep! A stench in the attic! Morning breath, a brush a hush shhh Babylon. A rush to the stage; a chemical fit. Piano termites, weeping monsters, hypocrites; Sometimes I tune them out like Congress. I become one with the radio, decorate the walls with showroom drawings and paint; go to the country and work with milk;  find half-empty rooms to fill with people who would never normally circle, wander in and solve the question of the shore – it’s good. If anything, surrender with dirty laughter. This, that this; interrupt Mr. Minute. Not, not that far back. …Always be pleased pushing margin. But you grow up a bit and be careful, Cous; don’t be food. Park yr bag and smoke it.

--yr morning ally

Chris Weige | TX | A While Ago

Soulful Maze, Photocopy the Everything Range

Sensuous photogenic you,

am many roads in a minute are

riveting candelabras who hourglasses dared

to go electric

They cut iF with a million dollar knife but the uncomfortable cake left the showroom and exclusive shore-line retreats

half empty.

Yet in each margin horizon more

in so many clouds good rain or even re-runs.

Louder, chemicals see-sawed and status

decided the poor benefit lines (but words change).

To you with poetry re-paint the shh theater, take a big ol' breath in (real deep)

while a country-world detours but for one loud train full of

louder laughs and thicker voices (probably sunshine)...

Do doorways conceive you? 

Do you like them (_open or_closed)

who go to you its movie:

Louder, train.  I swear.

Chris Weige | Reckon | Austin, TX. | Sagacity 08

He He He Tell You the Taste

A foe. A sage miraculous, And so on. Heavy so-on vast. And after that, or a second before: Heavy so-ons in dissected moments uber-orgone, Good Show: Purring evolutionary heart and cigarette In the anyone eternity. Bow sign, bow sign, mounded prairie and Sand dune. Let’s see some showdowns! Some dramatic duels! And after that, or a second before: Heavy so-ons in the impending new view Of the woods where we found us waiting. Chris Weige | Reckon | Austin, TX.

Blood is Sour is Acid is Booze

oh yes you whose master plan is a charade -

what was that drug you were feeling when the flower devoured took back its name from your grave oh yes you whose tongue is always in season whose venomous movements made mud from habitual seeds and chrysanthemum antiques - what was that uncertain feeling you were trying to play oh yes you were beginning to tell me this whole ball of wax was a game... . 5.22.2005 | CW

Slow Hand So

slow hand so your funky hot spot sought it and rolled over time erotic and so spread out our mouths collapsed around our bodies, shivered maybe it was for centuries/or is and will take the unfolding soundtrack of yr breath to revive the all-time high; i was so drunk i swallowed yr jeans n' felt my mind's sand around for yr tiny toes in that big ol ocean where your breasts once waved to me; your feet in my pockets your feet in my pockets. slow hand so in order to be one sensuous revival, dear; and one can still smell your chocolate sculptures in the sun (get out yr tongues draw yr lover near...)  Chris Weige | Reckon | Austin, TX. | Sagacity 08

electronics in the sunshine

look my look my you-know-what...I'm so many so many...now you sent me incredible insight, intimacy...to everything there is love or sometimes carnal grunts - sex talk admit it sex treasures little codes of sound dipped in honey, savage skin timeless lungs and face so middle-of-november drinking flowers who ain't ever gonna die n' all the time sorting out the twin stars...breasts are present but she is not a movie inside a leather los angeles - she is going to heal the ultimate leggy council for poet american moon...girl who is in to books and then some, ancestral human; girl whose tongue turns on unlocking helpless light years, modern bodies, and sailing ships / she eyes / my collarbone, human body...it is obvious - within us is enormous prophet, tremendous mysteries and promise.  Chris Weige | Austin, TX. | Sagacity 08 | nee electronics in the sunshine meet to share their problems

Ode on a Curved Spine

dull bones beware: I love you. I sure do love you even everywhere, even in the dark old thyme turn-on with evil demons so sinister they swear n' grow old trying to remember sexy fire and the strange rain rebirth. dull bones you might soon get better parts and shock absorbers, for starters. It's about time and the big G, spokes and garters, building blocks in reverential stones. Peephole report:  run this way; they love to play in the Golden Age on a rainbow-rainy street So spend all you can get, Devil Bones.  Give all you can spit.  Dare the Dark fruit intuit. II. For a woman involved pick up a key. Five cats pick up a key.  Why can't she? For a woman involved labia able memories and then some cellular victories: the ascent of the earth mamas, you jerks and degenerates. she regenerates and guitars play without wrists. she resurfaces blood young rhythm down young rhythm zones where oliver's tone found the kennedy breakbeat and odd rewards, fixed beats we've all heard before, odd reports of odd apologizing comm(p)uters strangling their metaphors overboard. Words do reality where on the dial of the age dares a peephole and once in a while golden myrrh sweet cicely, native naive nativity. make no mistake or promise and henceforth take with you in this age all the ears once bound to collars. you'll feel no shame yr a young devil with hands fingers toes and the spit of internal combustion. saliva peppermint shifty poles mythic, superfutured-ancient, atmospheres heretofore untold til we perceive no more lies (get with it / you can walk out on in / be her belly run out of death and break the st-age trance key a pick-up with cat claws and dirty dance / break a w-w-w-window and walk through walls so you can better better initiation to confirm good voodoo bones, the rites walk on waterhands and feet and better-better-on-paint-on-coffee we offer velocity: a braver caravan intuit.

Chris Weige | Reckon | California, TX. | Sagacity 08 

There is more for even yesterday they made you think you were captured and bored

Paramount the decoder, child

haboob, shamal, air energy atmosphere and brush

heroic fakes in a red carpet rush

So bipolar megawatt ideology, babe - bangin on the company stakes, the poem paramount -

the essence is change which is eye-stinging everywhere,

bangin on the used mood maze.

Paramount the merry maids and splintered sins to cool off melting ranges in the weather wild wind

n’ straightaway paramount the poem and porch, metropolitan citizens.

to sand they’re saying, bleed burger furler! bleed heavenly photocopy furler!

Paramount the radiotelemetric enchanter and heartbroke paramount pleas!

Paramount the hermes and paramount them hawaiian beats,

keys eyes alibaba ubermensch, wet dream doctors n’ everything ready to raise

music and wheat, poverty wages - a cozy texas arrangement.

Paramount the pastures good-natured, earthy presto fountain and long-range dew

light this rumination found hereafter in more hidden clues

like the soulful sublime saliva flirting with a waterfall who becomes a body safely through

the birth canal in stars.

You are such a fine and spacious heart

you are love secret sex god.

Chris Weige | TX | Sagacity 08

Paramount the decoder, child haboob, shamal, air energy atmosphere and brush heroic fakes in a red carpet rush So bipolar megawatt ideology, babe - bangin on the company stakes, the poem paramount - the essence is change which is eye-stinging everywhere, bangin on the used mood maze. Paramount the merry maids and splintered sins to cool off melting ranges in the weather wild wind n' straightaway paramount the poem and porch, metropolitan citizens. to sand they're saying, bleed burger furler! bleed heavenly photocopy furler! Paramount the radiotelemetric enchanter and heartbroke paramount pleas! Paramount the hermes and paramount them hawaiian beats, keys eyes alibaba ubermensch, wet dream doctors n' everything ready to raise music and wheat, poverty wages - a cozy texas arrangement. Paramount the pastures good-natured, earthy presto fountain and long-range dew light this rumination found hereafter in more hidden clues like the soulful sublime saliva flirting with a waterfall who becomes a body safely through the birth canal in stars. You are such a fine and spacious heart you are love secret sex god. Chris Weige | TX | Sagacity 08

The Puranas Survive the Earth Mold

John dear opa

holly washington and the big beats.

dean-O and the down-and-outs.

they all know

regis likes a nude beach scene

slicker on the talk show tableau

let me be clear:

freedom is on the march, big chief

and when you place your hand inside

their handprints 2200 years disappear

revitalized baggage dances

ah, hollywood

atari reiterates and diane saw-yer plans

for placing adze for superconductive caves and coax.

sweet, and hereafter however here looking at you.

Chris Weige | California, TX. | Sagacity 08

john dear opa

holly washington and the big beats. dean-O and the down-and-outs. they all know regis likes a nude beach scene slicker on the talk show tableau let me be clear: freedom is on the march, big chief and when you place your hand inside their handprints 2200 years disappear revitalized baggage dances ah, hollywood atari reiterates and diane saw-yer plans for placing adze for superconductive caves and coax. sweet, and hereafter however here looking at you. Chris Weige | California, TX. | Sagacity 08