I took the words you threw at me
Stuffed them in a bag made of leather
Shook them up
Then spilled them across the page like bones
I studied them in random order
In hopes that I could read my future there
Chanting nonsense
Like an old time painted shaman
The more I looked the more I began to see
That they were after all just words
Hurled against me like weapons
From your archery mouth
So I let them drip from me
Like rain water
Crashing to the lonely street below
Where I walked away from them.
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 12:18 AM UTC
I took the words you threw at me
Stuffed them in a bag made of leather
Shook them up
Then spilled them across the page like bones
I studied them in random order
In hopes that I could read my future there
Chanting nonsense
Like an old time painted shaman
The more I looked the more I began to see
That they were after all just words
Hurled against me like weapons
From your archery mouth
So I let them drip from me
Like rain water
Crashing to the lonely street below
Where I walked away from them.
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