Himalaya high so snowy mountaintop om - give me shivers
decorate breathing bones around a fire howl for sinners
for breadcrumbs give them maps and spooky magick mirrors
talk talks and to the wide open sore listen
mauna loa spatter-cone go black obsidian beaches
trees aged smoke but get eternal life
lament yr mind’s nasty habits handmade
yr perfume dope and ice
highrise rooftop rural shade
think it’s only right
in your hand holy genius
and the boozy satellite
who put the words everywhere?!
who put the press release?!
i caught you doing it
i saw you on the late drive home
i attempted to interpret it
and apart from that, smoke…
Chris Weige | California, TX.