11.20.2008

A Landscape, or Perhaps a Basket of Puppies... 300... Maybe 400 Pieces.

A rigid puzzle piece attempts to fit into a hole that isn't his
the resulting strain creates a disturbance in the picture
things aren't as symmetrical as they used to be
back when she hadn't lost any of the pieces.

Sometimes you just can't make a pretty picture
Sometimes you have to settle for imperfection

There will be other puzzles. And if you ever find that piece,

this one will sit on your unused dining room table

for as long as you allow it to




It's not easy to be the bad guy
but the villain enjoys it so
it's an easy habit to fall into
a role to fill
a shape to create
He makes it fit

But somewhere that villain's masterwork lays unfinished
with a protagonist where its antagonist should be
and while ironic
(it certainly makes for a wonderful reversal)
this is a terrible mistake


If I find my puzzle,

Maybe you'll find your [(P]i[e)a(ce)]

Happy hunting.

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