Chris Weige

The Twitstat Poems

howdy@reckon.ws (Chris Weige) — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 08:49:55 +0000

I’m compiling a collection of poems inspired in part by the Twitstat Twitter Twitgeist. This is the first installment unedited. _30 March 2008 C/W Reckon_ already found fire and followed; answer. answer anything (!) apparently awesome when our minds met that night and sensed someone… exactly: eyes bed better yeah yedda (wow) and let life’s long looks sound something off for [...]

The Farming Life

howdy@reckon.ws (Chris Weige) — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 09:57:25 +0000

If you want to be a poet, call yourself a farmer; If you want to be a farmer, call yourself a religious man or woman; If you want to be a person of religion, call yourself a teacher. The first student is always yourself. via Cliff Crego

Pfeiffer Beach | Big Sur, CA

howdy@reckon.ws (Chris Weige) — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 21:20:46 +0000

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Twilight Gallop Revisited

howdy@reckon.ws (Chris Weige) — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 10:05:58 +0000

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The Men and Women of Vigor Vibe

howdy@reckon.ws (Chris Weige) — Fri, 07 Mar 2008 10:28:40 +0000

And ante every erg with epileptic bobs brought on by breathless theremin. Everyone bounces to the rumor and agrees: Sweat is the song’s body amplified; wild gestures for the blissful life compilation. That smell is the South on the rise, and Chinese dumplings top secret. Right now the borough boasts exceptional sounds and scents in the air a defiance of [...]

Mid-Course Corrections with a Fine-Tuned Switch

howdy@reckon.ws (Chris Weige) — Fri, 07 Mar 2008 05:34:59 +0000

Through these sneaky ashbulb highways and all along the uneven coast from blank-aged boo to to the toppermost, Every owl-corps and dreamer is selling tablets, selling tablets cheerfully sore envisioned in eeks (cork it), orkian wings, spurs backbiting and turns of the cheek. Settlers turn rosy selling tablets and sacklets of corn for ribs, and in the indifferent cosmos linen-lined and needle-crossed their [...]

Yoni, You Bet Mighty Right

howdy@reckon.ws (Chris Weige) — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 08:49:06 +0000

Sabrina says this house looks like a book she read once, a book she once read and once she read it her kick-started super-forever. I think you were in it squarely dancing with some same old bruise who was always begging you to panic. Did you, after all? Pulling out from her lips on the beach she felt me [...]

Toast

howdy@reckon.ws (Chris Weige) — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 09:36:59 +0000

I began painting her weightless spine and missing enzymes. There were slower moments going which hushed the bulletproof wall; Where we sat a test of freedom, a race for all to swallow. Renaissance, breathe

Super Mu and the Infant Heartbeat

howdy@reckon.ws (Chris Weige) — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 09:29:57 +0000

(Turn signals. Stay awake.) The explorer came to overstand the rum-rum rabbit and instinct Typing through smoke. Wearing robe, tiara and flame, he was in high spirits ogling cherubs and vermin, counting decorated toes and torsos. Just sitting and watching that fox in faux fur made his heart Swiss; She in her soft shell sauntered and tied all the grass [...]

Ampere Sand

howdy@reckon.ws (Chris Weige) — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 09:21:34 +0000

Hey, Her you yen for, her in the by and by and in your words covet after her curves with a couple of weeks worth of mystical ankles. Los potential. Add there feet and feelers, a good book, matching moonlight and her hanging on a breath at the stop sign. For my dirty her yen stomata-like radio nourishment (my [...]