Words are easy

They spring forth like gas at Delphi

And my oracle eagerly breathes them

And then rolls them out like bones

To read the past, the present and future;

Words are a Ouija board without order

Spelling out nonsense as wanted prophecy

Or sometimes curses aimed at enemies;

Words are the rudder of my shaky ship

Steering me through desperate straits

Screaming louder than the sirens

That beckon my way

Seeking to sink me in scenarios

Designed to drown my world.