the heart hems around celebrated verses and ever do you heroes heavenly go
kicking around tucson's coast for a pill wanted the most, one studied for eons by panels of dignified ghosts,
soul contemporaries who point point to Shakespeare and hence the child appears in the room like Picasso re-birthing rebirth & recollections
once thought impossible...
the poem making history hers in photographs, prayers, velvet tomato moon-rain
breathing every ornate beat and innate beast where love way
where love way breaking out
where love way a bottle of earth intoxicates us fools feeding this pulchritude full of woozy cloud
by the fountain roundabout where dikhotomos caught a mouse.
the heart hems around her story
even better her fingerprint stars on the street diamond
becoming every no-thing in a hurricane baptism, becoming Man the mystery being.
Chris Weige | Austin, TX.