If we are to take its title in a literal sense, before “Puzzle” even begins we envision ourselves sat at a table with a scattered collection of puzzle pieces. Some are right side up, others colors entirely escape us, replaced by the cheap cardboard our mural was printed on. As the gauzy guitar joins us, sounding as though it’s coming directly to us from the … Continue reading Life dictates the cutouts in Kenny Fame’s Puzzle.
I am the aging foxFull of song not sungYou are the willful houndBlood bound and forever young It is you who carved the paths through this deep dark woodAnd instructed the trees to whisper their beliefs instead of grow their limbs into legs and disperse from the ground in which they were stunned It is the wise owl who’s head is bound to it’s backStunned … Continue reading The Fox
What I remember most about your funeral is being unsure of what to wearAs though you might be embarrassed by my attireWas white okay or too non traditional?I chose the black and felt uncomfortable I watched our friend carry you across the grassLooking like there wasn’t anyone else aroundAnd I’m sure that’s what it must look like to be lost I didn’t hear a word … Continue reading The Black
Let’s not pretend it’s more than it isOr that it was greater forces by which we were ledLet’s not, let’s not Please don’t talk about me to your friendsReallocating whatever thread you’ve got leftPlease,Don’t I won’t admit how far it wentTo save you, I’m sure, further embarrassmentI won’t, you know I won’t Don’t twist my words to suit your needsHowever eloquently they falter out as … Continue reading Let’s Not
So I’m not who you thoughtOr maybe I wasIn either instanceIt seemsUnworthy of love At surface it’s nothingMerely a crushBut you been here beforeMe?Not even once I know not what you speakWhen you say a little’s enoughEver demandingMore than I’ve got I speak of ill-fated timeWithin the fabric of usAs though I must’ve been rightAnd that it came down to trustBut these roads that I … Continue reading Through
Echoing through the cavernsLike hieroglyphics etched into the wellsThrough the crevices that led me inAnd shut me outJust as quick A single drip of waterFrom each direction that it fellBlotched caricatures of a manSignalling smoke out for help Down comes another quarterIt’s wallet forever out of reachSmacking against the concreteIt spins a few feet in front of meUntil I see The reflection of the sunlightOffering … Continue reading Wishing Well
From the streetBuried disillusionCan’t competeLess than uselessStill I seeNothing moving, No restitutionA one-sided outdated constitution Written over unmarked graves No need to explain anythingReinvent reasons for choices madeIf you just pretend, it’s okay They say to let things fall where they mayThey say there’s a plan for things being this wayFor the greater good, they boldly proclaimHanging the hoods used to conceal their face Rested on concreteFace … Continue reading Constitution
From the vault, date unknown, sometime 2005-2006. They look like a manic Scribbled words at r a n d o m on blank paper, no structure, s Catte red all. over. Something out of a ransom It’s like I drank ink and spit it, a dark blotchy messBut those words on that page are me at my best Continue reading Manic
Crooked Forest 