small talk isn't for me
it never has been
cause, to me, words once spoken
lose their flavor
i want to savor
their taste on my tongue
for as long as I can
hold them there
let them drip slow like honey
ain't it funny
how once on the loose
they become hard to catch
i hate that, so to keep them
from runnin' wild in the street
or render them obsolete
I lock them down
inside the crevices of my mind
until it becomes clear
that i have no choice
but to give them a voice
then i set them free
like the bird in a cage
and hope that in exchange for their freedom
i receive in return
the ability to discern
