scraps
Posted: January 15th, 2016, 10:49 am
I dwell on the scraps....
pieces of paper on my desk,
the tables, anything flat that could hold
someone's insanity
what if too many scraps are redundant
what if too many should merely be
kindling, to light the evening wood stove
what if they merely fizzled out, wouldn't even
start a fire, but what if someone
could take these pieces of madness
weave them into a quilt of truth
that would cover up all the weeping holes
what if that magician were you
what if one morning you jumped out of bed
stumbled over to the cerebral chalkboard
with the gaze of a gunslinger at noon
and picked up a piece of purple chalk, took
half a day to write out the formula, 'cause
now you could finally see that anyway you slice it
it really doesn't matter
not at all....
put it together,
leave it apart,
it really doesn't matter
pieces of paper on my desk,
the tables, anything flat that could hold
someone's insanity
what if too many scraps are redundant
what if too many should merely be
kindling, to light the evening wood stove
what if they merely fizzled out, wouldn't even
start a fire, but what if someone
could take these pieces of madness
weave them into a quilt of truth
that would cover up all the weeping holes
what if that magician were you
what if one morning you jumped out of bed
stumbled over to the cerebral chalkboard
with the gaze of a gunslinger at noon
and picked up a piece of purple chalk, took
half a day to write out the formula, 'cause
now you could finally see that anyway you slice it
it really doesn't matter
not at all....
put it together,
leave it apart,
it really doesn't matter