Kudzu towers organic

from the green green vine

of the swamp line

my blue body rises

from the brown water

and I reclaim it

canals fly past like treadmills

I'm a dancing pillar of salt

the roads lash through me

with electric demons

each mask is another

smiling face

that I offer to the fallen

southern goddesses

sweet claws

touching summer fabric

tits clad in t shirt albums

that I listened to in high school

and I still play

rock n roll, glorious gospel

of deep inner darkness

Satan's joy is a thinking hardon

lank universal language

rising to scrape sky

the true beat

twisting at the thrift store.