Sensuous photogenic you,
am many roads in a minute are
riveting candelabras who hourglasses dared
to go electric
They cut iF with a million dollar knife but the uncomfortable cake left the showroom and exclusive shore-line retreats
Yet in each margin horizon more
in so many clouds good rain or even re-runs.
Louder, chemicals see-sawed and status
decided the poor benefit lines (but words change).
To you with poetry re-paint the shh theater, take a big ol' breath in (real deep)
while a country-world detours but for one loud train full of
louder laughs and thicker voices (probably sunshine)...
Do doorways conceive you?
Do you like them (_open or_closed)
who go to you its movie:
Louder, train. I swear.
Chris Weige | Reckon | Austin, TX.