I need feedback.
I want to be a mapmaker.
I will carve maps for directionally challenged prophets.
So they stop jumping into whale stomachs
and marking the apocalypse in the sand.
More prophets will carpool, split gas costs
hit up the same bars.
Get numbers.
Stencil searing words into cities.
They’ll stop scissoring their arms and shaking heads at all their friends.
Their words will stack and build towers that fight the wind
These lightning truth junkies will listen to your problems and actually get it.
They’ll build houses out of recycling bins and laugh out of cereal bowls.
There will be more sexy bodies than JT can rock.
Our futures will be graffitied up in tunnels,
With multiple surprise endings.
In the meantime we trade legacies for timeshares
Throw our children at television screens
Because we’re fighting off the gray-eyed years
While the prophets sit in ditches with cardboard signs
Whirling rum and clouded memories,
Too dizzy to remember where they came from.
And so I trace lines like it’s 2012.
Because my maps will pull them out of the ditch
And onto the interstate.
I will carve maps for directionally challenged prophets.
So they stop jumping into whale stomachs
and marking the apocalypse in the sand.
More prophets will carpool, split gas costs
hit up the same bars.
Get numbers.
Stencil searing words into cities.
They’ll stop scissoring their arms and shaking heads at all their friends.
Their words will stack and build towers that fight the wind
These lightning truth junkies will listen to your problems and actually get it.
They’ll build houses out of recycling bins and laugh out of cereal bowls.
There will be more sexy bodies than JT can rock.
Our futures will be graffitied up in tunnels,
With multiple surprise endings.
In the meantime we trade legacies for timeshares
Throw our children at television screens
Because we’re fighting off the gray-eyed years
While the prophets sit in ditches with cardboard signs
Whirling rum and clouded memories,
Too dizzy to remember where they came from.
And so I trace lines like it’s 2012.
Because my maps will pull them out of the ditch
And onto the interstate.