Salt & Light

~Summer 2013  





 I am

 the Salt of the Earth,
 an unfinished business,
 a personal space of price
 at the drop of a dime.

 A crack in the window
 beams my seam,
 a shotgun shakes
 my nerves awake.

 This highway calms
 impending doom
 with a familiar
 (& autonomous)
 rage of light.

 This road to bleed
 is a pillar of salt
 over my shoulder
 with a crunching pace.

 White blood cells
 killed with glee
 where I made my bones
 by stampin' smokes
 & takin' jokes,

 see.

 A wetwork network
 breaking moxie
 behind the wheel
 of a broken wreck.

 Rubberneck the fact
 with a knockabout knack
 for the gallows laughter
 that's always after.

 Spattered faces
 braining chance
 & gambling grace
 on a trail of spit.

 It grindstones
 a workzone
 roundabout trap.

 My reveries winging
 pace to a place
 where the road is blind
 to coyote grins
 buzzing with the risk
 on the hunt for the stench.

 Like two to the skull
 & one wakes up
 to a cloud of insects
 roaring rote
 where pissing matches
 tool my rage.

 My knotting spots
 are seething roots
 in the daisy pave,
 shattered to the point
 of a pothole eye
 & jointing lines
 of brigand nerve.

 A fishtail of light
 on the lee of the night.

 So I bleed & see
 my every need
 for the steeling thorn
 to clean my wounds.

 My call to arms
 impending doom,
 thoughts & prayers
 discharging age, this
 road of blood
 is stand-alone.

 This hidden dark
 is a chittering past.

 I am

 the Light of the World,
 I feed my bones
 to a beaming seam.