Open City

by

Open city!

Where is my gate?

What am I supposed to do to get you to hear me?
I want you to know my words
I want my words to fall on your deaf ears

I want my words to fall on your def

D-E-F

ears
Because your ears are what make my words def

Alone, my words are soft breezes in a hurricane

A match thrown into a crematorium
The magic is in the ears, baby

that's where phrases become sacred

and sentences turn profane
There is no defining line between the sacred and the profane

when firts the words are uttered

Open city!

Locked down because they saw me coming

"Fuck that boy and his words."
Locked down and shut up like tattooed skin

marked for-fucking-ever

so you better make damn sure its right
Look at me!

What can I offer you?

Only my screaming, beating, YEARNING ramblings

Because you know what I'm reaching for

Because you want it, too
We want to moon and sun in our mouths

Like burning/freezing ice cubes of sugar
Hanging from the moon

a prisoner hanging from a bare pipe in a cell
You are an old poet

listening to my new poet whispering nervously

You are the wisdom that gives my breathe meaning

I am just a mixed up mouth piece

Open city...
Open city...

Has clenched me in

NEXT?
Why don't you look at On Tim Holding's Rescue
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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