salt
on potatoes
livening them up
salt on the road
melting black ice
salt in a block
feeding deer
are you worth your salt?
like potatoes and black ice?
do you enjoy your salt
like the deer?
The fire descends, a whispered dread,
Above the city of the dead.
And from the gate, a frantic flight,
Toward the mountains, toward the light.
The angel's law, a word of steel:
"Run, and let no backward feel.
No glance of sorrow, no fond gaze,
Lest ye be caught in judgment's maze."
A Draconian State, of salt and flame,
Where mercy holds a different name.
For to a glance, a heart's small ache,
A life is forfeit, for its sake.
So turns the head, against the will,
To see the city standing still.
One tear, one memory, one breath,
And then the cold, consuming death.
A pillar stands, of white and fine,
A woman's form, a grave divine.
A silent tomb, to mark the cost,
Of all that one brief look has lost.
I climb a staircase of salt
toward a memory
that never took shape.
Each step dissolves
into a mist of thought,
and above,
I am but a drop
in a dreaming cloud.
Whispers swirl in tides of haze
Where the sun fractures time
A molten gold drip cascades
Melting the edges of dreams
Sand writes stories beneath bare feet
Footprints fade like forgotten tales
Caught between the hum of salt and wind
Waves sprawl restlessly and untamed
Twilight softly flickers off shells
Waves now gently humming a lullaby
Being and reflection in endless loops
Echoing in the heartbeat of foam
The horizon consciously wavers
Revealing a thin veil of recurrence
Days dissolve into the sweet salty air
Moments slip through fingers like water
To campaign
in poetry
but govern
in prose
Words stretch
till breaking
integrity
blown
Promising
everything
sins
unconfessed
Bombast
and pander
the charlatans
— best
(The New Room: July, 2025)
I love the blue water,
as I am rocked to sleep.
The salt air fills my soul,
as I dream far away.
I am awakening,
to a misty sea day.
Salt of The Earth,
My thirst for knowledge,
Took me to the edge,
I wedge myself safely in place,
As I face the onslaught,
It's not like I thought,
Its nothing that could be bought,
Taught to endure,
I hold sure to the promise,
Keeping my heart pure,
I search for a cure,
A chance to change who you once were,
As I stir up the dirt,
I can't tell you how much it hurts,
As sweat spurts from every pore,
My body is sore,
Pulling up roots galore,
I almost can't stand no more,
Salt drips heavily on the Earths floor,
Seeping down into the core,
Add a billion more,
Take a minute to explore,
The salt in the store,
A part of what I work so hard for.
Sodom
in tatters
Gomorrah
is ash
L.A. lies
burning
New York
in the trash
Cowards
run rampant
Weakness
endeared
Our heritage
shattered
With traitors
— revered
(Inside The Fire: June, 2025)
you who’d not change a single thing in life ~ may not get another chance
whereas i’m guaranteed one more presage ~ i’ve sold my soul in advance
satan wouldn’t take it ~ so traded with Lot’s wife for her sustained glance
By David Kavanagh
in most recipes
tickles the taste buds
pro-superstitious
sugar’s opposite
potato friendly
a stimulant
found in ocean
necessary
sharp white sprinkles
pepper’s mate
on table
tasty
spicy
salt
You cut me here,
without ever saying a word.
Then you twisted and turned,
your knife into a sword.
Then you took back your word,
so now I'm never sure.
Then you took away my soul,
not knowing what it's worth.
So I cut myself,
to show you where it hurts.
"Don't look back there's pillars of salt for sure!"
So your dreams washed ashore,
gamma/Micro waves of rain.
There's the life of our pain,
hidden within three words (I love you)
So now you sold my soul,
not knowing that it was cursed.
So I cut myself again
to show you where it hurts.
"Don't look back there's pillars of salt for sure!"
Pillar Of Salt
Do you know the story of Sodom and Gomorrah?
Let me tell you.
Two cities destroyed from wickedness.
Only one family fled to the mountains.
Anger provoked by the sins of men.
Ancient cities in the sand.
A crime against nature.
Disobedience toward each other.
Evil throughout the streets.
People giving burnt offerings.
Soon there will be stones raining down.
Spare no one with fire and brimstone.
Grave sin to mankind.
Through homosexual, all will suffer and die.
The city and roads became a furnace.
No one was left.
Dominion of judgment.
This is Sodom and Gomorrah.
She turned around to look.
She became a pillar of salt.
The world is falling apart.
A sinful nation to the grave.
(Genesis 19:23-26)
BREAKFAST EGG
Thought reaches pinnacle
plunges into its own mystery
cracks open narrow self
an eggshell
passes personal truth
into Cosmic Heart
region of Eternal life
this is all which is, was or ever will be
egg melts into One
time collapses
we eat it on toast
with salt and pepper
Time re-emerges
Grace
Not defined
Immediately obvious..
But seemingly veiled
By salt and pepper...
My salt and pepper shakers were risqué
Shaking their booties night and day
I told my husband to put them away
It was his mother who thought they were gay
I brought my boss home for dinner last Tuesday
Those nasty shakers were dirty dancing away
I said to my husband please take them to Kay
That is his mother, who thought they were gay.
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