Would you like a piece of me too, Jane?
I’ve got several pieces of me
Scattered around like sawdust
Anonymously
Like John Does
Inside the dark tunnels of the high-end cities
Cities with tall buildings
The tall buildings that glitter in the night
To hide the blandness and boredom
Of a 9 to 5 life.
Would you like a piece of me too, Jane?
There’s some of it lying over there
Carefree
Nonchalantly
Underneath the worn-out bridges
Bridges holding on to their last hopes and dreams
In fatigued silence and misery.
It’s not as glamorous as it sounds, I know
But the vultures and ravens appreciate it
And that’s all that matters.
Would you like a piece of me too, Jane?
I’ve still got a few left, I think
Let me check
But you better give me an answer now
For that Dog sitting by the streetlight
He wants some too
He told me so yesterday
And I intend to oblige.
Would you like a piece of me too, Jane?
It’s almost dawn
And I’m about to break down one last time
So this is your last chance, Jane
It’s about time you made up your mind
But if you can’t
And I break down one last time
Into a thousand pieces of blue
I hope you can forgive me, Jane
For all the promises and dreams
That I failed to live up to.
Or maybe I will leave a piece for you
The only one still dear to me
The only one I ever tried to keep clean
Maybe then you will realize
What you really meant to me
But then again
You already knew that, didn’t you?
The kind of writing that shows up uninvited, barefoot, at 3 a.m.
