salty skin        

the portico between the altar and suffering
sometimes feels like a caterpillar’s coffin
a cocoon enflamed / burning like a pre-roll butterfly
fragrant flowers bleeding THC
emotional embers blowing like hostility in a gusty wind
a dry desert / the land of milk and manna
the tension of temperament
teetering on breakthrough
tethered to teary eyes watered
weathered storm weariness
this Christian crawl space smells of flesh
salty skin / satiable sin drenched revival
giving up the ghost for buried promises
the fire of this furnace has exorcised my addiction
send for the preacher man / the priestly pimp who makes
my head spin / fucks the freedom out of me to face these demons
teach me to slay dragons / release peace to the relatives of Cain
with eyes open / close the windows of the matrix
keeping the secrets / spying on Goliath and the guardians
as they prepare/ readying for recompense to war my soul
crush olive leaf / break stone bread / rock this tomb
pour new wine