The Whole World’s a Stage


A Diamond Headed Library

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Smoke smoke involving smoke

on flat white rock by waterfall moss and vine.

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.

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


Written by Reckon

August 29, 2007 at 1:56 am

Posted in Poetry

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