Kinetic the interface nerve spreads restless kinetic words
re-discovered in the anguish of the anatomical skinny
How grotesque these modern months
how dreamily diabolical the monstrous methods and intimate stunts
When might everyday life be pieces of poetry, World Words?
When might it not?
Visual music wants to change the warsong framework of time
With re-pulsing literature flashing superbeams through pre-recorded walls
Hot honeyed in the installation room,Viewer:
you water songs looking at the many people mazed
In the glittering gutter slurping at the waterbank chain
humping at(o)ms trying to find a pulse
In the rape and pill age
rebuilding after hurricane
after hurricane
after hurricane.
Intuitive evidence mounts and what’s in a name or breed of plant?
What’s in the seemingly familiar mundane lurking about?
Long that hard chorus sneaks and stalks outside my windows hardly worried
about eternity earth or the rough lense of time
Mothering me it knows better from giving and oral story morals
Still, determined stones are living
Tho some know not why
the ground becomes sad music
Sadly dimming
when the air says rise wishes rise.
Chris Weige
From The Pulchritudinous Review
Ed: Renee Zepeda
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“In a Single Picture a Strategy and Result” is an amazing poem. I would like to copy and paste parts of it and say, “I got that, you magically spoke to my soul.” But, it’s every line and every word.
I can’t thank you enough for your kind words about the poem! Much appreciated.