Daily Archives: March 4, 2008

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.

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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

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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

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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

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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 

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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

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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

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sane legends golden legions silver plumes

 

With every handshake soaking through
skulls boom by gambling birth right in the hopes that no one sees
the ounce of cobra venom and classwar everywhere memed:

Subliminal dialectic stew in secret doctrines, secret liens
in hypno-whispered mortgages masked as treaties indivisibly devised
on no-interest-low-interest loans (defaulted, seething)

Secret liens swallowing up retirements n’afta that secret liens damming up water to make it private;
better gut check that lavalamp, la la,
is is sending warning shots wandering past earok earaches and scams foreclosing korea;

Wall st. windfalls foreclosing the celestial bods being
all this time true touchstones at wholesale cost
according to chemicals in the rain or air in the uranium…

 

Chris Weige | Reckon | TX | Sagacity 08 

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Clutch and Shift – C: Prompt A: Clean Car

remember – lend that root a lengthy review, and once in a while place an obnoxious bet on yourself, for your own good word on i see a photograph lending a look at me and you, Bendy, hanging out over obnoxious neighborhoods who are not romantic looking automatic acting the part: we are not only our masks, schisms, isms and sadistic sadisnt its. you don’t remember that yet? raid senile melodies then, rewolf and repedal where words lead the way bury the whirlruts thirsty along the lengths of the roots, review the scenes a time or two between the other drugs and bet: usually they do when they do that anyhoo nowadays – it’s like nike’s in yr blood and it’s never enough. Sad, isn’t it?  You and me between the toxic title bouts speaking in seeds. Over there then rewolf word-in word-out drugs and melodies nestled romantic-like at your foot and we find a way out/in/you win. Chris Weige | Reckon | Austin, TX. | Share a key intuit 

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los alamos te amo

as reported to me by a cottonwood tree… the midnight gardener’s mind is not a brain receiving signals but signals making a brain in the cellar in the kitchen in the hallways in the light let in home and um and molt burdened words, guilt, mediocrity; aum in formally sin waves and aum elder stars around snaking skeleton keys; to me freemen talk about the new music and strange poetry exposing wings while flying vee carpet teams soothe a bayou and classic scene muscle-minded, overtaxed and barely getting by in the back; america, you are my favorite looking glass TV newborn and so advised be: the radio and laptop do work (I’m serious) so does the dictionary in the 21st century when the walk of life forms a secret country needing distribution when the bibulous whistlers claim budget woes while selling out from under your feet the very stones, the very gold n’ water – the very meat and salad ottawa on to rio, tikrit and neo and who will know after all who got what when nothing is true and everything free? Chris Weige | Austin, TX. | Share a key intuit 

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