Why was Dorothy so concerned about lions, tigers and bears? The first two are hardly indigenous to Kansas and while the occasional black bear may wander into the southwest corner of the state that’s not exactly in the same realm as quasi-feral flying-monkeys. Those sluts could easily have rabies and I’ve read Cujo twice now… so no thank you.
I reworked the following piece a couple of times. I quite like the beginning and the ending, it’s just the vast majority I dislike. 🙂 I’ll catch up with y’all post-po, Enjoy!
“Assembly”, December 9, 2018.
We’re not unlike a puzzle box
Flawless images outside
But hidden below like sharp rocks
Our more fractured pieces hide
It’s so much harder to construct
Pictures with zero info
Instead we struggle to conduct
Passions into each tired show
So said many would be ahead
Could they steal but a brief glimpse
Of the full scene before they’re dead
And ‘fore both gnarled legs have limps
But in the real world there’s no chance
Pull back this meta- curtain
No opportunity to glance
Or perfect fit that’s certain.
Great news! After a final reworking as I typed it out this time, I think it’s approaching respectability. So I’ve got that going for me…
I really like the idea that no matter how flawlessly the pieces fit together that’s no guarantee you have it in the right place. Far too accurate an assessment of life.
Writing today was like extracting teeth from an ornery lion, (in Kansas), so I’m calling it here. I look forward to irritating you all more over the weekend. Happy whatever and play nice kids.
Happy Trails and Waggy Tales!
A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.