Life Lived in Pieces...

I leaned over the counter today and realized I am living a life in pieces.

Every 3 years or so I gain happines like a One Act show,

2 minutes of stage time swallows 15 minutes of personal fame...

All to be dashed hard against occasions,

sloping back downward to years of nothingness and despair in between.

Drivers licenses of customers transport me to places of curiosity...Fayettville,

NC, and places of longing..."Sorry no I.D., only an International Passport".

I tire of pieces...

Always crumbling,

never making long continuous pictures of happiness.

Only pieces, pieces.