The Grand Sustenance

The Grand Sustenance

your head tastes like salt
cheap white boxed salt
table salt
the stuff of broken tabled
homes
thoughts pickling
in mason jars
oh iodized opinions
dream your sterile dreams
you sick clinical pig
preserved thoughts
for the harsh winter
so you can chew spit chew
spit chew
salty thought jerky
for springtime
when new tables are built

your head tastes empty