pieces

originally written 05.10.04

i like the way
my life falls
piece by piece
into my lap.
most days
i just want
to drive away
to the coast
and throw
the pieces of my life
into the ocean
to wash them off
and make me pure.
i'd let the breeze
dry each piece off
before i bury it
into the sand.
maybe i'd bury
some pieces in
the forest green,
and hide other parts
in art museums,
some i'd just throw
into the air
or back into the ocean.
one thing i know
for sure is that
the orange sun
would only burn
these pieces away.