Pieces

there's a piece on the chair
a piece in the hall
a nice piece of me
stuck to the wall
divide and conquer
the jigsaw in you
has left me asunder
all over the room

there's a piece by the clock
clinging awkwardly to time
there's a piece at the piano
clinging stubbornly to rhyme
there's a fun piece of me
in a crack in the floor
an innocent piece
who walked out the door

BRIDGE:
call me a doctor
or a structural engineer
draft me a past and a future
that consent to adhere
give me a pill that makes cohesion
a pharmacological thing
bring me the tape and the twine
the blueprint design
to fit the scraps and the threads
to the feet and the legs

there's a piece that was pretty
for a moment or two
but my mouth and my lips
are somehow askew
a piece of a hero is
behind the tv
the piece with the glue
is looking for pieces of me

theres a piece in Detroit
a piece in LA
New York is a critic
she's funny that way
there's a piece prone to panic
a big piece is blue
all the pieces agree
the best piece went with you

BRIDGE:
In fragments and tatters, scattered
all over the road
each piece has the other
but no piece is a whole
little maps in their pockets, reflections
of possibility
the pieces pick themselves up
dust themselves off
and start all over
again