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Notes on nine dollar wine

A jug of iced tea on a freshly cut lawn between two sprinklers

A hand rolled cigarette at a quarter to five

Sex drugs Stones Beatles

Hooked on phonics remembering how to read

How odd, how neat, how futuristic

Hooked on the broadcast mediums

Clairvoyant opportunists playing with erasers and a ton of young skin,

And through the body becoming it, breath a wind made words in the moment You

Listen still not knowing what to do (good).  The mysterious manuscript brings riches and immortality.

Remember everything in 33 seconds and eliminate all your debt, remember your will your every wish knowing this knowingness through

And through the body becoming it, breath a wind makes words in the moment You

And the love part keeps picturing it, the love part half a minute ago, that was the moment I knew.

categories: Chris Weige, poetry
Tuesday 07.02.13
Posted by Reckon
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