60 Cycle Hum

The linkage between doubts, or To Build a Living Creature, or What are the Exact Results Given the Dreams…hum ding hunting for principles the last ten years; found many a miracle took in fear hear lost a parent or phenomenon - have come cured, monk, a hard sell heartness when for some matter of time a tribe took a million steps inherited…intelligence was passed on in mysterious ways and many many split…a father implanted a garden, a yard, hundreds of rows of cotton in the ground, most detailed world…see what happened to the seeds and spring harbor songs - certainly off spring suddenly the mother’s womb and genes therefore lucky…chroma, the stuff mated in more ways than one which is the size of an orange observed on the wavelength of this message…the reader will observe the various stimuli generating energy endlessly at work like a sleepy magnetic string - say that

say that at a picnic while a cool scent divulges a certain recipe

say that with considerable poetic fertility

say that in whatever position however you look or seem or while painting nude the spare bedroom door

wander around the house shattering the oak floor

Chris Weige | California, TX. | Share a key intuit

The Things I Do For You

as we wake here

to the honey hands w/ the higher frequency meanings,

to the subvocal modifiers with all that newfangled lectricity

crawling inside the pipes and sea breezes

as we wake here wrapping our bodies around our lips,

unimpaired, unbridled, in season

all the can't blossoms come back as can uncategorized, debriefing

they do this over and over and over...i don't know why.

i don't know if they remember it and if they don't why not,

and if they do what then and what's your thought? where do you stand?

i don't know but i swallowed a dozen butterflies and bees, honey pot,

running around all day shooing them off

your snow white sandy beaches

and hollow tundra, and rain runoff,

running round running off phantoms holding jumping bean hearts

in their giant hands in their fancy sports cars and celebrity golf

Though not all I can surely say that some of them were rotten,

yet they were gorgeous and wore bikinis made of cotton.

the things i do for you...

Life - whatever - it exists

Worldly wordly worthy vessel

am the chainlink tongue and telepathic eye

go see the miles and flower pop cycles

be exuberant enter the din of yr rivals

Blonde twins - now I’ve got yr attention -

some of them seem to be kissing

generally gorgeous genitals leaping room to room

to be of use to be involved according to an elaborate blueprint

The vast multitude of reactions are fuel

for the living cell (you know why it sings)

visualize water tracking down the invisible

starlight life working all the parts in all the systems

Even middle-aged stars are crucial in this instant

light becomes life through you and theyme turning the wheels of existence.

Notes for a report on the total behaviour of a skyscraper in the eye of a hurricane

The hottest records are warped while most of the rest are buried in the desert.

A working cadre of earth scientists and worldly magicians - armed with computers, think-screens, 32 Japanese cars, and top secret data - work together and compete to deride crucial system programs and factors to either “refresh” or “deplete” your memory.

The mystery is not in the advanced technological applications but rather in the crudeness of the phenomenon and the far-reaching influence and impact of these operations – on all sides.

To eyes filtering the spectrum,

This is a true portrait of a dramatic era.

It may well take decades to pore over these secret facts and comprehensive mathematical models.

To improve the equation and perfect peak tides there must exist long-term immediate insight and critical introspection, to be fair.

They forecast for the stage worldwide temperature change, even new starlight and infrared/ultraviolet waves. Waterways.

There are floods and other earth wobbles and tragedy.

Trade and commerce are hardly contingent on governmental meteorology or the content of the deep sea.

(This process took months to hide.)

Chris Weige | from The Richmond Review | Austin, TX.