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.