east of prime

I take time

And shake it to shape signs

Then break it to make lines

That relate when I create rhymes

Each piece of the puzzle

That huddles in my leased mind

Gets muddled and befuddled

When it’s released east of prime

Where my streets get heaped with grime

Which were once preached sublime

Until I retreat on these two feet of mine

Teeth clenched and bleached with wine;

Why does my speech become impeached-

When I speak my mind?

My dreams teamed with feats that seem reamed in twine

But these breach don’t need to peak its climb

Because pieces arrive that we can’t piece in time

So we must piece our puzzle with peace in mind

Each piece at a time