A real who’s who of nobodies meeting in the dark.
Like shadows as they gather
In the corner of a circle in the park.
They’re there.
Half of a two piece puzzle falling to the floor.
Whispers on the west coast of a shouting match.
Like mouths that never mattered
That find a voice and speak without a scratch.
Here, hear.
Half of a two piece puzzle falling to the floor.
Nobody really talked about them.
Petals tapping on his door.
He took a bite of the big apple
He needed a bit more.
Finding half of a two piece puzzle
As he fell through the floor.
He never really talked about it.
this is your life chuck johnson 