The Head She Gave Good Word

Some stand watch near footpaths leading to opium farms. Here where it is lush radio sounds perk everyone up. On each station is a so-called chance occurrence, happenstance deja vu, remember? Backlit light on the dashboard flickering. She's on the edge manipulating the dial with her toes, vexing voyeur machine with dirty soles and crooked teeth. She has the lips and reason
She has wisdom & knows what to do
She has me and
She has you.

Working Title

Room temperature this afternoon

A film by Ana U. Jiram

Susceptible Jeans

On or off yr diet salivates while morale plummets
On off behavior is what causes the body to cling to its fat!
This means that when you least expect it yr in a seminar gathering evidence for susceptible genes.
You know damn well what it mean.
Gimmick circuits continuous waves electric chains
Programming

Who promised you everything? for a dime a dollar
And a meat hook?

Cults & Big Business
It's pretty much the same.

Modern Art Books by Robert Motherwell

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My Canvasses Are Surrealist

McLuhan.

Mags hearts peru

Mags was made and to him a statue they did dedicate

on a marbled checker floor in a building larger on the inside
than on the out, an always changing spaceway whose grand piano
wore beautiful top form teeth.

“I’m down with you in any language,” he liked to say.

Of course this was approved by the authors whose hostile guard and foreign diets alarmed everyone.

Mags knew all about tormented verbs and seismic everything, some Shambala widespread and moreover: petroleum and the African lineage, the anthropologist’s astonishing South that mystified
continually Oahu unified in the recognized Earth.

Genetic was his eyezenhower satellite
with Maya in Maya and sweet Iroquois in Iraq.
His voice drilled deeply these names and tales
of other voice box invasions by candlelight in Polynesia
(where he first read of the great American race)

Mags hearted Peru and all his LED encounters over immortal land-bridges
suspended under root and foot, written in the enlightened regions by the full population,
hydrides, high-rises, even long-sewn yarns living in lakes in painful-hard glassy-broken-vessel jars.

8.15.07.

Chris Weige | Texas | Sagacity 08

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Diving Board: Erasure poems from many moons

Notes on hot intergalactic hullabaloo

The April Molina Was Scrumptious

What kind of planet was it can't remember...it was the home of 'The Whopper'

Written on long eyelashes and blonde ambiance

"We bought a load of weed off a veiled subplot named Trombone who loved nothing more than the Nile river." ~ Justin with the buck tooth fetish

A disappointed Jon Bon Jovi in a look cocked sunken suddenly clumsy sullenly sleek since solo was the easiest of all.  (Tunes that taste like toast)

Centuries of Drugs

Just Nod if You Can Hear Me,

Hot Intergalactic Hullabaloo

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.

Notes on romaniac

Frozen has oil forever in the vegetable beaks.
How easy. 

Tesla would employ blank and ignite haplogroups
Over the great global earth soup,

Raising organic arcs to ascertain
The mantle who married the crust.

Love.  It's fun when you get the knack of it,
But where did they get the money from?

He was a scientist, and a good one.
He could thread a cloud through a giant mountain, Motherfuckers.

Never enough for no one / Hooked on it

Pretty tough stuff
How poetry works a diamond
Pretty touchy stuff

Rats, Stars, Stars

Odyssey purring poem
Words - how the mechanic's mind
Is hooked on subconscious
Stars who were the first text
Starry eyed story lined starlines
Impulses subconscious
Now Gutenberg Galaxy in Hollywood space
Silence as much as talking taking everything
Into poetry place.

Bern Porter Found Poems