Salt Lick

once upon a—
no forget it— 
	
	**THERE IS NO SUSTENANCE HERE.**

this house of bones and 
	hero worship, scraping us all 
	down to the knees, 
	under covers 
			clinging
				faithless
					by the
						knuckles
to celebrity  
		
		skin 

like cheap porn or
moldy wallpaper
	*best scrubbed 
	thoroughly in the 
	bathroom sink*

another shitty politician 
a can of Pringles and a 
half tank of gas 

media frenzy

brick by brick 
forever halting our
tongues before the fire

		oh, how
		i wish i had a
		place to go where
		what i imagine is
		as important as
		what i know

where everywhere you look 
isn’t a
	deep 
		blue 
			funk
like a fog you
just can’t shake
where genius is genuine
and we’re not all 

fashionistas

spending our 
Saturdays sipping 
lattes on a swing set
or otherwise in the 
business of making 

caricatures

of ourselves

12 thoughts on “Salt Lick

  1. “Oh how i wish i had a place to go where what i imagine was as important as what i know” Perfect!
    I have spent a while this evening reading some of your pieces.

    Great food for thought and so beautifully punctuated with the art work. Thank you.

    Liked by 1 person

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