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Bug paw in the raw hand

bug paw in the raw hand

Outright that place goes yes

declares vitality achieved

the modern end as told through the human body

which fancies thinks and feels itself for the first time

the form of life’s story is offered and worth a bid -

how here born among the absurd where selfish death is inexplicable

look for it bear it in seasons what Man remembers

and further by it seeks new adventures

mythopoetic mentality, atomic people

and however formed the words will be modern matter

always shown increasing blood flow to the heart warming extremities

sure…and the Texans will take notes talking strange brew in rhythm

well chosen top of the line good stuff - that’s why we stay -

this is lux emerging from the crystal decanter n’

we have them curious looks - I’m living here now smoking — cheerfully smoking the next word out

drawing up a list for the street (it can hear)…there is a crowd outside who made up today a holiday

if you wanna bite of bright sunshine moonlight -

we’re supposed to

was told you might…look, this ain’t - I mean, you could leave

on the way outta sight…

Chris Weige | Texas | 2006 

Filed under feathers

  
 
categories: Chris Weige, poetry
Wednesday 06.19.13
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Notes on Um, Movers & Shakers, Inc

Um, Movers & Shakers, Inc

Rise Lazarus lasers
Circle gets a square off
For the movers & shakers

Eden ankh ontological favors
Phoenicians in plain sight
Schware an egger

The Shakey myth: Groundhog Loop,
A Book of Clews
By Horseplay

categories: poetry, Chris Weige
Monday 06.17.13
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No Please No Prudes

No Please No Prudes

when toes toast i focus on butterfly superman
discotheque saab superman in the crazy outfit
he who throws cars and has the strength of several armies

don't ask him to demonstrate don't (!)
he will demand a lot of money and then tell you no

he's real close with the researchers and persuasive pimps
vampire storytellers and all the afterparty door dudes
prom queens and
even a man who taught a fish to cuss

tonight's theme is about slaves and it's very touchy
confidentiality is a must

nobody get punchy. no please no prudes.

hope, sex, sleaze and grace

thx for the change

categories: Chris Weige, poetry
Monday 06.17.13
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Notes on Primo in the Lips de Alba

I let the stoned calico cat through the door, wantonly telephoto in all his contradictory parallax nonsense, he eats a block of dense amber cheese.

he tells me to write some poetry now telepathically daydreamed devotedly lapping alba, spooning up alba, watching her lips wrap around a roach or a shower scene,

spooning up alba landless with a roach in the lips of alba

alba swimming in, a waltzer pornographically filthy poetry
PRIMO IN THE LIPS DE ALBA!

categories: poetry, Chris Weige
Monday 06.17.13
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Notes on The Saucy Super Brain

The Saucy Super-Brain

The super brain is wrapped in a world of sound ((itmakesitsown)


bridges the subconscious with meditative brainwave tools and gorgeous Brigittes

Sometimes it is dark and secret change, older intelligence formulating future technological frequency waves.


Sometimes it is gargantuan light-life reprogramming the optimal eye and mental mindset like a lover or A SEXY spy.


Wherever we have been was dis-covered


and made change advance however cluttered, circumspect,


binaural, benign, besieged or perplexed,

However transformable and free


the wonders are of the self-built now in the super saw-see,


however go the signs, however lost or found we find


we get around, we get around down up out and in,

we.go.to.town.


---mixes:


get get made gargantuan signs around

old super and the super saw-see


mental metaphysical intelligence

cellular memory in the sometimes superbrain


we go to town in waves


we have the mindset


we go to town where secrets


are discovered


and sometimes the wonders


of the whatever wherever now


however saucy or perplexed


advances in brain reprogramming F/X


makes its own future with transformable sound

waves w/ balances and checks.

---
spice flow pulse


oh bulbous booty belong

categories: Chris Weige, poetry
Monday 06.17.13
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Notes on what the butler saw

what the butler saw:

a traveler sought a meeting for use in the present
and in future catalogs and museums.

into the mouth he peered and examined speaking distance
and with that did he then emanated and vanished right there in the room.

a few footsteps away was a door that reflected things. it said Be Good.

the joints were encoded experience machines.

categories: poetry, Chris Weige
Monday 06.17.13
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They almost ran outta coax.

They almost ran outta coax.

The guy living in a house made of license plates knows this.

He caught lightning in a mason jar.

So the middle men trash off, disinter-mediate.

He'd vowed to divulge the sled and proved he wasn't yella.

Believe it you. DNA talk became him.

It came on shout that Nam Repus invaded,

That furthermore Nam Repus replicated.

Just like the last damn time: Pringles is the new Prince and Daniel Day is The Wiz.

Key next issues: Hear are the head lines
That are making noose a head:

The King of Pop is over the counter (these are facts)

Magic Jackson, Magic Fox. Deep Magic Chopra.

Knock need cobra.

Tock show royalty, or so it appeared all over, talck show rhythms top of all that fear, furrowed worries over ad rates for a show about a pesophile pope, obsidian satellites, and fake celebrity beards ...

categories: Chris Weige, poetry
Monday 06.17.13
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Notes on Axis Mundi in the Mass Memescape

Chrome ate the original jazz batting averages.
How can we best prepare and improve?
In the mass memescape allergic to news
And all the high dollar schools
Wired to the script anyway.

Tesla thinks this is kinky.
He buried his teeth at crossroad passages
under a particular street
Populated by expensive suits,
So no worry no freak he swore on a pinky

categories: poetry, Chris Weige
Monday 06.17.13
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Notes on General Ifzandzerbutz

Dontsche See

presents

Ifzandzerbutz & the Loophole Kings

In...

DRUM.

By Thad Payne & Buck Putz

categories: Chris Weige, poetry
Monday 06.17.13
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Hold me for yr mouth

Linguist tongue just glow in and guide on backward English, hold me for yr mouth. Nude under yr fingerprints, applesauce in the curve of yr mirror. One & then another bare leg a casual place. Kiss this rolling slow soft ignition. The Clitoral Hood. We may have visions. Revel in every ear ever raw rich and hot, sewing things, making adult tapes, leaking the news. A synopsis of the plot.

AKA:

The Feel of Her (Insert)

Her swollen throbbing clit, or Us

Vulgar in Yr Arms, Yr Sensitive Anus

Here is a simple orgasm and how

To break a bed.

categories: Chris Weige, poetry
Monday 06.17.13
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Notes on Her Almighty Bikini Boner Babes on the Promenade

Her almighty
Wrecks the few re legions left
With the supersecret reality butter

Few reality tv's get the groove on shredded reality cheese
Lined up round the corner begging for grease

Bring on the big dinosaur bird, cave man;
Make more movies about vampires, vultures & zombies

Bikini boner babes on the promenade pimp slap culture,
Pretty puckered girl on girl covers

Accidentally licensed sex tapes
Of fake liars & lovers

Her almighty
Wrecks the stage
& not a minute too late...

categories: Chris Weige, poetry
Monday 06.17.13
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They Was Young & Cool Once


they was young and cool once

very pepper machine in a spicy limousine, very expensive.

now, she'd rather not think about all the cement and fences...


the crowds downtown hover in front of vacant businesses
..
.
TY Gwendolyn Brooks)))

categories: Chris Weige, poetry
Monday 06.17.13
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Title something COLANDER

Title Something COLANDER:

i wrote a script and in this script about me writing a script a script wrote me. i figure this out about halfway through (the movie).
I wrote a sequel.

categories: Chris Weige, poetry
Monday 06.17.13
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Wild Horses of Fire: Fascist Groove Thang Exercise

note: Wild HOrses of Fire : Fascist Groove Thang Exercise... whof.blogspot.com
http://whof.blogspot.com/2009/09/fascist-groove-thang-exercise.html

Fascist Groove Thang Exercise

any way you wish:

arise ears superpowered in position
somewhere out there is nowhere noise
secrets some where dense
some where know there are heads wearing foil
children playing with fire near the fence

Let it sync in a thousand times significant
though once apparently diminished
get used to it, adjust a turn of phrase

in the puzzle mind maze
where the haves are not surprised
and on only rare occasions act phased

okay okay open yr eyes
is what is, applesauce,
okay okay declassified

we creation's clock-wise consumers
turn our heads and pretend to study
while hypnotized pretending to drive

from one line stubborn to the next alongside
half asleep playing games, making random appearances
on the inside track to easy fame;

It breaks a certain mold when you're everywhere at once
and quick like a beast with yr bought and sold
but they keep playing dirty

with vast intelligence and means,
they do things I can't repeat
with words and hair (they are impossible madmen!)

it isn't enough to say they cheat
for what they compete is complex, high-end,
and who might you, listening like an ear, be?

go go raise your stop now, prove your groove and relate
on the steamy window your initials with an index finger date
or with shoeless sockless foot draw a smile as wide as your waist
with your naked big toe give it eyes, a nose, a face.

have you heard that funky fascist thang?
it's all over the news with old gimmicks and lame fakes
it's extremely watergate with vintage nudes

and people pretending to be cynics, experts in on the take.
history repeats this power in passing out the tricks or treats
it's extremely high tech and especially cool disguised

in good-time dancing, flying bird man flu, the latest fashions, expensive shoes.
so move your nearly fascist thang, history girl;
europe's in yr soul (let's go to war)

on sweat on fun on boredom.
we elect fascist reagans anyway, or so they say, reagents, and democrats who can't even dance
who have had no funky grab ass with the hot population

i move to shake the stuff, power across the landgod

don't fascist dance

don't fascist cake

still free

to tell it all between commercials...

categories: Chris Weige, poetry
Monday 06.17.13
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Notes on Ickshun Stokes

1.

ickshun stokes met a muse in a black and white photo series

categories: Chris Weige, poetry
Monday 06.17.13
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Notes on Camera Postcard

Scenic highway images

in audio postcard: camera is america without the 'i'

categories: Chris Weige, poetry
Monday 06.17.13
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Metaphysical hoohah whose tongue taste good

Buttery hardware rolling papers
Or a big bad blunt off the back of a book

Phenomenal hotshot. Onionshit know-how savvy.
It's a deal me too sure thing. I'll drink to that I hear you. I am right there with you & like you say, 'Groovy all the way gravy.'

Good, adored omnipotent hash, the honored to-hell-with-it, sympathetic ink in the business of two way mirrors, metaphysical hoohah whose tongue taste good. Ten veiled subplots transfused.

Water conducts electricity.

categories: poetry, Chris Weige
Monday 06.17.13
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Lawnmowing

This one's called 'Lawnmowing'

Sunbathers
On
Barn
Tops

categories: Chris Weige, poetry
Monday 06.17.13
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Superflow and Six Trojan Horses on a High Wire (Le Penetrations)

Superfluous superflow & the masterfully cut post-punk professor. Super fucking flow easy enamel radio, amorous grading curves at the midterm kundalini release party. When the kundalini drops.

Puppetfucking 101. A chalkboard or an easel. Bring it.

Syllabus (overheard at marijuana crosswalk):


Notions Function, Voices Carry Syllables

Is that an American accent? Ha. He is a great actor...fuckin TV actor.

PBS show about birds, homely pigeons, and a televised parade hosted by Jon Lovitz & Jewel at the Bering Strait. Homing pidgens.

Six Trojan horses on a high wire (Le Penetrations)

A movie about a teller (called Teller)

A movie about a guy who fixes flats (called Flats)

Some goddamn delicious beef jerky from TX where it smells like rain but it's sunny (and very expensive)


categories: Chris Weige, poetry
Monday 06.17.13
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The Water in El Paso is Laced with Lithium

Meteor mouth kid in a green lawn chair

Watercolor sunrise

A hundred pillows in the shape of a spoon

Watercolor foot through watercolor window

Do you have another paintbrush?

Watercolor breast knee belly button fig leaf

A hand painted sign: Eve saw hot holes in Stonehenge

Watercolor telepath hot spy cider

The water in El Paso is laced with lithium

Dandelions vomit diamonds.

categories: poetry, Chris Weige
Monday 06.17.13
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