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Holly Salvatore May 2013
Even in the city
The canine activity
Keeps me up at night
These are like Julliard-trained dogs
Singing in 4 parts
But they'll never beat the coyotes
The rawness
The reality of 3 days and nights
An empty belly ignites
A passion for fresh meat
That these pooches can't imagine
I know what it's like to be hungry
I know what it's like to want something
I know what it's like to miss the taste of salt on your lips
And the sting of sweating
Out those hunger trips
I know what it's like to hurt
In the dirt
In the steam
And the thirst
And the hallucinations start
And coyote says
Hey honey
You come here often?
Let me show you how the world works
Let me show you
The rest of the world hurts too
Hey honey Jesus loves you
The rest of the world sweats too
You know that suffering is
Nothing new
It's what we do
And what we turn hurt into
It's the hope springs
Eternal
It's the good times around the corner
It's you
And coyote says
I'm gonna show you
How to trick the hurt
I'm gonna teach you
How to be raw
Honest
And the dogs are still barking in 4 part harmony
I'm out of the sweat lodge
Rolling in bed
There's a dream I can't
Quite catch
On the tip of my tongue
And it slips away
Blends into those Julliard-trained dogs
Barking a little more like
Howling now
Again with feeling now
The world is raw
And reeling now
Sweat it out
In 4 part harmony
Coyote is my spirit animal.... Or something. I woke up at 2 AM and this poured out before I could go back to sleep. It might not make any sense, but I think it is supposed to be spoken word anyway. Let me know if you like it or if it does make sense. Thanks
Holly Salvatore Apr 2013
Men can't build anything
That compares to the vastness
Of stars in the sky
Or the loneliness of the desert
At night
Depths of canyons
Tops of trees
Sunshine
The solitude of wilderness
Is better than a hymn
Being wild hasn't left me yet
I worship the moon
With the wolves
I run
Barefoot
Through the fields
Of my church
Holly Salvatore Apr 2013
Sweet honey
Bee stings
On my little finger
Kiss me
Till I feel better
Red popsicle
Dripping down my chin
Sticky on your fingers
Body heat
Lingers
Long into the night
Holly Salvatore Apr 2013
After this climactic
Three-way
Mexican stand-off
Once the orchestra
Dies off
And the treasure's dug up
We should probably just
Lay down
Enjoy the sun
Let it scorch the earth
And bake our bare
Finally poncho-free skin
Because all I need to be
Happy
Is the western sky
Burning me
Biting me
A polka dot bikini
Clint Eastwood
And the most delicate six-shooters you've ever seen
By my side
Holly Salvatore Apr 2013
East-coasters, roller coasters
Churning up my innards
I am going home again!
Over mountains
Diving straight into the ocean
Fifteen hours
Driving
But (home is where the heart is)
(home is anywhere but here)
Home drowns hate in cool water
Swelling waves pull sadness down
Salt and sand scrub the scared off my skin
I will break the surface
Sacred
Free and clean again
East-coasters, brave little toasters
Cinnamon and sugar in the mornings
In my mind pictures are forming
Of pawprints in wet sand
And your hand in my hand
My seashell bra is coming off
The surf breaks over smooth rocks
Time swims on and on
Holly Salvatore Apr 2013
Every pen turned to crayons in my hand
Every letter undecipherable
Just a squiggle
No one knew what I was trying to say
But I drew beautiful pictures
Mom hung colors on the
Refrigerator
Holly Salvatore Apr 2013
I prayed last night
For the first time
In a long time
And I didn't know what name
To call God by
Something that rolled off the tongue
And tripped the switch inside
Beer
Felt right
Fear of the unkown
Maybe God's name is Celexa
Buspirone
Prozac
Any number of things that come in pill form
Night time thunderstorms
Waking up with the sun
Driving to church
Or Krishna
Vishnu
Shiva
Allah
Yahweh
My last gold dollar's
Got something sacred with it's spending
Or maybe Miranda Lambert
Or mom
Or the back of a car
Just before curfew
Saturday night
For the first time
A 40 mile hike
Your trusty red bike
Maybe the feel of strings
Under your fingers
Or a frozen snickers
Maybe the way your wife
Of 30 years
Stays appealing
Or maybe God's just a feeling
A million words
Humanity needs
For the state of being
Alive
Amen.
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