‘rock salt’   it built back in ’78 and never stopped. inches to feet, feet to yards, yards to an ever-accumulating expanse of miles. treacherous traveling but who ever thought to shovel the journey from beneath their eyes. howling winds the limbs seemed to withstand, trunks sure and strong my god did the lineage ever get it wrong. the dna never made to carry this mess the cells like glass impacted by the blocks kept by one and to one another. i remember the drifts the wind made the image of the grimmest wall that would never melt the vintage picture inside my head of solitude and slickness and of ribless cages which held last minute linguistic sickness the likes an elicit free spirit such as myself could never overcome. how did the grinch steal christmas and why would anyone with a bigger heart ever f*****g care? nowadays we spin the past like some carnival gone through town and we smile and we laugh. nowadays what once froze us seems to blow through oh so often but every single step in preparation of the storm burns.    rock salt: also known as halite; a type of salt that comes from the rocky layers of the earth’s crust and is formed from the remnants of ancient bodies of water * #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. * www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joseph-pinto3/support