Best Salting Poems

There's a little known sport
That is played in the South
If you ain't from round here
You may know nothing about

It is played by the old
Enjoyed by the young
Quite the crowd pleaser
This salting of slug

So grab the favorite of minerals
And your crystal shakers
Try not to view this
As...

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The sins of the fathers don't hurt us
We won't let them hold us back
We have so much to give
So as we stand on the hill
Watching the world burn away
Puffed up with pride we will fall
Live today for tonight we die, salting the earth
We ruin what...

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We hoard years, putting other faces
in place of the one
filling the mirror, the slug-like
double chin thing of us
that comes out at night
and then stays in blazing sun.

How silently we tiptoe
with those concealed cylinders
of salt cocked and ready
to fall, to pour that
sweet white rain so soundlessly
onto...

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Driving along steel on the road
look in the mirror 
salt falls from my load

Moving just as swift as I can
Look at me
I'm the snow plow man

Snow piles high as it moves off my plow
push back corners 
the kids scream WOW

working  round the clock all...

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