I'm addicted to it, that pure white earthy mineral that leaves my mouth salivating for more. Put it on a pretzel, put it on a fry, just dole me out a line. It enhances the flavor of all it touches, I mean my God just try it with lime. Tequila shot in hand, I don't mind. What does it taste like? The sand of the divine.

Pop goes the rock

Jiggling an‘ sizzling

Around in my mouth

My world, oh, it’s fizzling

Every piece is a reverie

A spark right on the mark

Those fireworks showing me

A wonderland park

Every dish made delish

Flavors bold and savory

Best friend of zest, at my behest

No need for bravery

Sprinkle a twinkle

Of buds and laughter

Oh—where the mouth goes!

Can you have anything rather?

It is bitter on my tongue

Like it doesn't belong in my mouth

But I swallow it down

Let it go south

It is crazy

Not always good

Mom says not to eat it

But I did cause I could

A valley dotted with

micro-hills rests,

unaware

of the impending

magic.

Then,

the dormant bumps

spark to life as

a substance of

crushed crystals,

derived

from an Earth-toned rainbow,

dissolves

lightning-like flavor into

each crevice.

Blended in,

sprinkled on,

or consumed directly,

everyday blandness

transforms

into indescribable

vibrancy.

Like the hobo described the Eucharist when he slipped into the line

At my Catholic grade school mass

A distant Wednesday ago

That is now a photographic residual of my psychic past...

"Damn, that shit taste like Ritz Crackers!..."

It made us all bust out laughing despite vicious stares

Of our nun based instructors

Who were neither here nor there

For these unfortunate layabouts that lay sprawled across our staircase...

I felt for them as I was ushered into the huge ornamental church

That could have been used to house their tortured souls

If the philosophy of religion worked in the way

Jesus intended...

...Ah, that taste described would return to my mouth

In my attempts to astral project,

And leave my body like my Mother swore she'd done

When she was flung, and roughly tossed from her living flesh...

...Given a choice of whether to die, or to invest

More time into her children's lives,

She choose my brother and me as opposed

To the howling void that had rose up above her bed...

The dry taste of pleasurable, yet dosed micro-dots of powder...

A hint of toast, and something made to slave

The senses...

This was the entry into a panic attack that kicked...

...My butt into third gear!...

The astral projection came quite soon after these

Self induced manifestations...

I do believe I lost the will to live in fear...

...And the busy-ness in my head allowed me total gateways

To a world I've rarely known!...

I hope one day to return if the odd enveloping taste

Reunites to claim my frazzled, battered sense...

I'd be a frequent flyer, if they'd only seek me out to re-populate their list...

I'm not sure how one gets called back to play bat

For something as enigmatic as being allowed to enter and exit one's own flesh suitcase,

But I'd love it if the universe would grace me with that option once again...

3/14/23

Bunny Villaire

--Its

secreted-

ingredient

-- in blood

-- in sweat

-- in tears

the pinch,

the squeeze

of knowing,

you are licked

-- for good!

and shaken

out to sea,

stirred--

face-first

across

the treated

surface

of the

slippery

road--

the trace

Leads in

tributary

to the toils

of those

whose

Slavery

ground

the way

for this fine

Seasoning

claimed as

Yours.

03.15.2023

Salty? challenge @Meadow

So you know when you were a kid

and you thought it would be cool

licking a rock you found near the car?

That‘s what salt tastes like.

see what I mean.