I am
salt of the Earth…
salt of the Earth…
an unfinished business,
just some personal space
for droppin’ dimes
and rememberin’ the times
that old
faceless highway
howlin’ by
thoughts & prayers
at home sweet
home out here
in no.where
wending wheel
with my third eye
sealed…
blinded by the shine
from the dark sublime,
my rearview beamed
in sawed-off gleam,
(laid back in
spider web cracks)
ridiculous lengths
of skunk & speed-
oh, them
huntin’-horrors
comin’ clean
now.here in the
evergreen
calms impending doom
on this sovereign
rage of light:
free
ponderin’
powder’d
philosophical
roots & boulders
o’er my shoulder
and
under my boots-
stampin’ smokes
an’ makin’ bones,
an’ makin’ bones,
see
just takin’ jokes
with gallows laughter
galavantin’ after
my clown face
spattered
from serious
brain matters
brain matters
soda pop &
coke snot
all caked in a stash
and quaked in ash
it grindstoned
a work zoned
roundabout trap
coyote hymns
on the hunt
for the stench
of a corpse
on the wind
where Two
down the throat
jolts One awake
to a cloud of insects
roaring rote
to a cloud of insects
roaring rote
rearview-wise
with stone-faced lies
all gettin’ got
through stomach knots
through stomach knots
or Three to the skull
on thinking null
& void of pave
near-shattered
to the point of a
pothole grave
but
me,
I brake for any ol’
polecat,
see
I brake for any ol’
polecat,
see
calms impending doom
with autonomous
hope for sight-
clear
free:
thoughts & prayers, this
road of salt
is home sweet
outta here
scouring the waste
for any ol’ taste
I am
the Light of the World…
an unfinished sentence
just some personal space
to fall from grace
howlin’ down the line
for a piece of the shine
Powerfully penned, Benjamin. Another excellent write my friend. “White Line Fever” reminds of the Motörhead song of the same name. Also it’s the name of Lemmy Kilmisters autobiography. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian