Move Among the Days

Like rubber carcasses scattered on the road
My pieces lay strewn about, coals gone cold
Those broken tire bits peeled away from something larger
In a way reminiscent of my layers although sharper
I’ll reach them though invisible
With my eyes so disguisable
And pluck up the embers one by one
Until they are one and burning like the sun
I’ll move around accordingly
Just like you think I should be
In and out of Monday through Sunday
Repeating patterns of sleep, eat, go and stay
But
Like discarded gumballs, the flavor no one likes
These memories need plucking, thorns you find on hikes
Those bright and shiny flavored ones, tossed aside from the machine
No longer needed, no longer useful as worker bees to the queen
I’ll reach them though invisible
With my eyes so disguisable
And seek them out one by one
Until I’ve fitted them all inside this machine gun
I’ll place them all strategically
And watch those thoughts repeatedly
Stories and histories and terrible days
Shudder and shake before being shot out of the way
So
Like the pink elephant that once was whole
I lay in broken shards all over the grassy knoll
Those shiny sharp ceramic splinters aching to be held
To be felt and glued, no longer dispersed around the field
I’ll reach them though invisible
With my eyes so disguisable
In the night, the field of stars I can no longer see
Until someone puts together all the pieces of me
I’ll hope that one day I can find them all, place them chronologically
So everyone can see who I was, mentally and analytically
Until then I’ll move silently among the days
And wait for those who’ll never apologize.