“Pieces” by Scott Sparks

What doesn’t break?
Unless it’s made with pain staked
Withstanding the rough landings of life’s little quakes
Although damage may still show in the long run
Perfection’s bound to be found ravaged under glow of the sun
Yet upon closer inspect, all those seemingly meaningless lines on the map intersect
Regardless of whether or not the trek was a planned part of the overall project
How many flat tires did you get without a spare?
How did you manage to acquire understanding while standing nowhere?
Unexpected sources help to add pieces to an under-developed thesis
Embracing the egg on the day the chicken’s fried and cooked in grease
Though the roof of which you speak may be another’s floor
Let your ceiling be the sky and tell the sky it’s yours
Whatever one cannot hold can still be told and passed on
Any song of old shouldn’t be kept from being sung


—Scott Sparks

About richardfyates

Compulsive creator of the bizarre and absurd. (Artist, writer, poet, provocateur...)
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