He said let’s get out of this town.
Words so simple
the puzzle did not even formulate in my head.
Words so complex
it was as if an oracle had shook me until I was dead.
Prophets rushed towards me in a flurry of abduction
initiating some greater awakening of perception.
Tiresias had shown up to my reception
singing prophecies of self-inception.
My mind is my Achilles heel
and my voice is how I kneel
where words fail how I feel
carrying with them an empty deal.
My mouth is an endless void
tucked away from all I can avoid
hoping I don’t get destroyed
in a place where I’m unemployed.
Yet now there’s a place where I can grow.
That metaphorical ‘he’ is a tornado
steering me to where I can row
and maybe I can finally say yo.
Where my waterfall of words will wave
and a new beginning will be paved.
Where my mouth is no longer enslaved
by an audience I can no longer brave.
So excuse me if I’m not well behaved,
As new horizons are what I crave,
Maybe my words should be shaved
So my wildest dreams can be engraved.
let’s get out of this town.