There's a piece in 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 asunder
All over the room
There's a piece by the clock
Clinging awkwardly to time
There's a piece by 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
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 farmacological thing
Bring me the tape and the twine
The blueprint design
To fit the scraps and the threads
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 for me
There's a piece in Detroit
A piece in L.A.
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
In fragments and tatters scattered
All over the road
Each piece has the other
But no piece is a hall
Little maps in their pockets
Reflections of possibility
The pieces pick themselves up
Dust themselves off
... And start all over again