My pieces, if together

Our spines
strong
straight
or crooked
leaning or laying
are all
just pieces.

Pieces full
full of depends on.

Lots of holding together,
lots of won't out live our initial rot.

All the signals
sent
moving feet
or any other,

glue, or whatever makes
the few moments where I 
all held together,

together
oh what my pieces can do.

Free breifly to jump full
into whatever I am.

Yet to often
the war with in
has left going right
right going left,

and a few other bits
of nonsense.

Surprised

You'd be
surprised
what I'd do
for a nice
open
pair of eyes.

What I'd do
for a simple smile.

Wouldn't even have
to show
teeth.

Just some
something
to say
what I say
is welcome,

or to know
we might
have words to trade.

You'd be surprised
what I'd do
for a little
more life
in my life

and yet how friendly
loneliness can be
and how much more lonely
company can be.

You'd be
surprised
how long
I can look
at a wall
or ceiling
and pretend
to be next to asleep

or in some extra special
thought

about to take the world
back
into sense.

You'd be surprised
how much time
I spend waiting.

How much time I spend being useful
for lack of being me.

You'd be surprised how good I am
making value to others
just to have purpose.

Whatever the hell that is.

Now or
a year later.

Maybe it lasts
sure it lasts
some of it
but it is all to fill

to fill

to fill
a need
that is not
being fully
fullfilled.

Really just need a little more life
in my life

and for anyone to really
be surprised by the little I manage.