Smoke smoke involving smoke
on flat white rock by waterfall moss and vine.
This is here Pedernales where the creeks get lazy and cross, where the good-time leaves loll and float by the white upturned boat and an ever present collection of golden-sinned girls cooking skin.
In essential terms I am a world word creature in the river valley naming fluids and circumstances, recording and unfolding systems and games giving in to delirious cravings while at a constant toyed with by powerful elements of nature n’ various powers of the organized, ancestral vagina – so tender and all, so great and cunning around my mind running, and better loving in the long hawk winds…
Chris Weige / Krause Springs / TX Pedernales RV