Crawl on up ascend me.
Emerge utterly, Love.
Revel in every ear ever raw ever loose,
The things the wobbly blows a prizefighter TKO.
Tip the cello.
Tip the erect bass.
Tip the blue skull of the sky out the window:
I am swimming in the flesh,
Over wild boomtowns and stunning rococo churches;
An unlimited field opens up like old timers untangling a rhyme.
Human joints re-invent the male and rock n’ roll in our time,
In our time, with the romance of the 20th Century flying by,
The beginning shedding leaves in a blowout, an evening feeding and whoop-dee-do-la. Lovey-dovey artsy-fartsy air-rush climb on up,
Savvy these birthmarks and underdeveloped photos of superstitions.
I love the inside beat and blossom by the freak tide pouring down my throat.
By the way, who is tending your beautiful blisters?
Scrubbing yr back with sound?
Chris Weige | California, TX. | Share a key intuit