Two short stanzas set up a quiet contrast. In the first, the speaker has "an abundance of salt" for an "ordinary table." It sounds like a small, homely plenty: a basic seasoning, always there, nothing fancy. In the second, the tone sours. What fills the news now is "ugly talk fear and tittle tattle," a pile of gossip, anxiety and nastiness.
The title, "Salty," ties the two together. Salt can mean comfort and everyday life, but it also suggests bitterness, irritation, and something that stings. Read that way, the speaker seems to be saying that the only thing in abundance is the sour stuff, and that it seeps into ordinary life, even the dinner table. We can't be sure how ironic the first stanza is, but the poem's mood leans weary rather than angry.
The missing punctuation in the second stanza makes the list tumble out without a pause, much like a flood of headlines. The feeling is of someone worn down by noise, quietly wishing for something plainer.