Pieces broken everywhere
   There!
by the coffee *** I see one,
   who knows why it was left
and over by the chair,

I do not think this used to happen,
but these days I find the pieces all the time...
sometimes they're plain
sometimes they rhyme
Little pieces of my mind...

a buzzer sounds to say it's time
   now where is that fragment of my mind?
I better set the next alarm
Or surely something won't get done -
   Oh yes, I guess I need a drink,
that would have been the one
   I saw beside the coffee ***,
and wasn't I about to write
but wait there's art that must get done
   or was it – oh a buzz again
there's something else that needs
   attention from another piece
how did I do it way back when?