MR.SALT

He wears a peacock feather in an old magic hat

Wearing red lipstick, sucking on a candy cane

He knew the devil intimately, for he wears the mark on his right cheek

An open black shirt,crucifix around his neck

Black jeans with a razor in his pocket, boots that look older than time

He looks like he has been around the world--- exotic is his smell

Long black and silver hair, tied in a pony tail

He smiles at me my flesh begins to crawl

He is irritating the passengers on the bus

Passing on his words of wisdom, nobody is listening except for me; the words are weird, the language obscure,and the reality of his wisdom hangs heavy upon my heart

The bus stops and he gets off with a tip of his hat , but there is nothing there, for the desert is wide and lonely

Before the bus moves on with its busy ,restless people

I look back and he is nowhere in sight, and I am not surprised

CAK 4/1997

I WAS LIVING IN SEASIDE N.J NOT THAT HAS ANY THING TO DO WITH "MR.SALT"

THIS IS THE FIRST IN ABOUT I THINK 8 ABOUT " MR.SALT"

THE NEXT ONE IS CALLED "THE OPENING" I WILL POST THAT ON WES.6/03/2009

UNTIL THEN I WILL SIMPLY BE ME AND YOU BE YOU