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.